Down With the Deals (Bill Cipher x Reader) [Part One]

Chapter 17: The Bloody Hand that Plays in Arcades

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Maybe it isn't a matter of how expensive a gift is on its own. But how expensive it is personally. You could be rich. Have almost a million dollars. Get the most expensive present. But the gift won't mean anything. It could be the simplest thing as a handwritten card. And yet, it means something. It isn't how important the gift is to the rest of the world, but it's how important the gift means to you, and the person who's getting it. It's the thought that counts.

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You woke up to look at yourself in the mirror, "I look terrible..." You had bags under your eyes and you seemed worse than on the first day of your arrival at Gravity Falls. Why do I look like this? You couldn't brush off the eerie feeling that you are in the wrong place. Drowsily looking up at the mirror, you suddenly saw text appear on the mirror in front of you...

".GIFfany!"

"BEWARE!"

You gasped and jumped back. WHAT IS THIS? You stared at the words. They were large letters with a blood-red font. Wait... IS IT WRITTEN IN BLOOD!? You slowly backed away... Until... You got curious, "People say curiosity killed the cat. This time, it's curiosity killed the Y/N." You hesitantly and slowly walked over and graze the mirror with the palm of your left hand. The writing did come off, but it was syrupy and it wiped off like glue. You put your palm on the whole mirror. The mirror was cold like the morning chill, but the writing was colder. You take your hand off the mirror and look down at it. It was now covered in whatever that stuff was. You glance to your sides, no one was watching, but you felt like some sort of criminal that just committed a crime. You moved your hand closer to your face. You analyzed the red viscid liquid in disbelief. Was it truly blood? You hesitantly decide to smell your hand. It unfamiliarly did, in verity, smell like blood... It had that strange metallic rust fragrance to it that blood usually has. It also smelt sweet. It started to make you feel dizzy due to its aroma. "I better clean this off..." You mumbled to yourself. But before you did, you considered the message written, ".GIFfany... BEWARE..." Wait... isn't Giffany from that Romance Acadamy 7 game!? You turned on the water from your sink and started washing the mirror. You sighed, looked at the squeaky clean mirror, and started fixing your hair. Your hair started to shape up a bit, but it still looked messy... Oh well... It took a while but eventually, you just put on your cloak and walked down the staircase. You look down at your hand again, it was still covered in blood. It hadn't washed off. It looked menacing by how the streaks of blood lay on your hand. You suddenly get a sharp, deep feeling in your left palm. The blood... It had merged with your own... There were cuts.

You brushed your hand on the side of your black sweater that Mabel gave to you, hoping to get rid of the strange blood to cover up your hand... You sighed and didn't even care to look down at your hand again because you were in a deep state of thought already...

You saw Stan and quickly came up to him, "Hello!" Stan was looking at the room questioningly as he was sipping some soda, "Oh, hello. So uh, what do you think I should add to this place to lure the customers in?" You sighed and thought about it, "Why are you asking me?" Stan shrugged, "I don't know... OH! WHAT IF I ADD SOME LIGHTS TO MAKE THIS PLACE LOOK BETTER?" Then Stan ran off, dropping his Pitt Cola. But just before completely running away he shouts, "Oh yeah! And you have to clean that up... BYE!"

You sigh and pick the can up from the floor and throw it away. You grab your mop and start cleaning the place up. "Hey dude, my girlfriend is coming over from Portland. Wanna come over to the arcade with us, dude?" Soos approached you. You stand silently, but then ask, "Am I the only one else coming?" Soos chuckles, "Dipper and Mabel are coming too, dude!" You chuckled, "Sure! I'll come... What time?" "Like, right now..." Soos said. "Oh, well... Uhh... Let me just finish cleaning up this mess Grunkle Stan made and then I'll pack up... I'll be finished doing all that in about five minutes, sounds good?" You responded. Soos gave a thumbs up, "Sounds good. See you later, dude!" And walked out. You finish cleaning up the mess and quickly pack up. You took your purse. Inside was your phone and a couple of other things. You walk out of the Mystery Shack excited and for some reason... Nervous.