butterfly effect (Bill Cipher)

This is home (two)

After Bill finally left you alone, the coldness on your thigh disappeared. this disturbed you for a good while before you basically ignored it. though Bill hasn't told you what he wanted on your side of the deal. it's either he hasn't thought about it or he's saving it up for later.

You were about to go outside to eat breakfast until you were stopped by someone trying to touch you then got zapped by an unknown barrier while your thigh was cold like yesterday. "I almost forgot about that." Bill muttered in annoyance, and you held eye contact. you held a look of disappointment. really? Is this a demon? It's laughable.

without saying another word, you walked out while he followed you, not saying a word. when you reached outside, you blinked to shake off the blurriness of your vision because of the sudden change of light. you walked around aimlessly and caught sight of the town, a family celebrating a birthday party, an old man sitting on a bench, a pig running around— WAIT A PIG!? it was heading towards you too— IT'S HEADING TOWARDS YOU!?

Before the pig could hit you, your cat jumped on and started attacking it. Well, this was surely a surprising way to start the day. And for some reason, when your cat was done harassing the pig, it walked towards you rather cheerfully, which made your jaw drop. Bill eyed your cat suspiciously before he left and the coldness was gone, again.

You left without a second thought while Bill was nowhere to be found. He was there a second ago, where did that floating triangle go? well, you were out to eat anyway, not make friends with a demon.

You decided to check out the new restaurant that just came out when you had first arrived, the restaurant wasn't that popular yet which is good for you because you don't like crowds. Well, 'don't like' is another word. If anything, 'hate' described it better. When you entered the store, you were met with a cat with a collar that said 'follow me'. You found the idea cute, but you need to try the food first before making a final judgment.

the cat led you to an empty seat, is this a cat cafe by any chance? it didn't say anything about that on the website. looking at the menu, a cat jumped into your table and you scanned it before your eyes fell on the paper the cat was holding. you noticed there was a pen attached to your table. Do they have cat waiters now? maybe you'll have to come here more often then..

You were a bit nervous because of the blank stare the cat was giving you while you were checking the menu. pancats sounded good right now. isn't it supposed to be pancakes though? Do they give them in the shape of cats? Too bad there weren't any pictures on the menu. and the only juice on the menu was MILK. only MILK. You don't hate milk, but why is it the only juice by here?

confused and disappointed, you stood up and approached the girl on the counter. She was playing with one of the cats that had white fur. "..hello?" You called, and she raised her head to smile at you. your thigh suddenly felt cold once again. she hummed questioningly, you pulled out your phone and showed her the website. "there was nothing here that said this was a cat cafe.." you tried saying it in the nicest way possible, not wanting to hurt her feelings. but she bursted out laughing.

after she was done with her sudden laughter out of nowhere, "o-oh I'm so sorry— uhm.. that's NOT our website." she explained, and your mouth was hung open at that moment of embarrassment. you bowed politely and apologized, though it was pretty obvious you were trying to hold back tears. I just embarrassed myself in front of a pretty lady. If this doesn't prove I'm an ugly person who doesn't deserve to live, I don't know what will!

you went back to your seat, your head low and the coldness gone. you could feel the cat's stare and it was making you nervous even more. way to make a first impression. hey, at least this way, you'd be remembered.

...

yeah, there's really nothing good about that.

you wrote your order on the paper, watching the cat run towards the kitchen. to be completely honest, this amazes you. The best part was, whoever was cooking the food was a quick cook. You heard a little chatter on the outside, and before you knew it, an old man went through the door and the cat led him to the table behind you.

you briefly glanced at him before your eyes lowered to the cat below you that had your order on a tray, and it even had good balance, what kind of food do their cats eat? Well, it's not stranger than meeting a demon, surely. you still have trouble believing it. you took the tray and placed it on your table. you eyed the cat with a raised eyebrow before proceeding to eat. looking at the food, and just as you thought, it WAS shaped like a cat. why did I use 'was'? simple, you ruined the shape by taking a big bite, but not before putting sauce all over it. 

After a few moments the cat left you alone to assist the old man behind your seat. glancing at him, you now noticed the bouquet of flowers he was holding. Is he waiting for his wife? How sweet. makes you wanna lay on the streets and let the cars ruin you. After you were done eating, you ordered Milk, along with water.

Dang, even the glass had tails and ears. But who were you to complain? It's cute. makes you wanna grab and steal it. though you doubt you'd get away with it, it'll be worth it. it's a cute glass, and you have an aesthetic NEED. you snapped out of your thoughts, you did NOT want to go to jail. you tried distracting yourself and your gaze fell on that old man that was still waiting. it's been one hour, how desperate is he?

you approached the old man, sitting across him. "..who are you waiting for?" you asked, you don't butt into other people's business, but at the same time, you don't want to let the old man suffer. "my wife." he said, confirming your theory earlier. "..I don't think she'll—" you shut up when you felt a hand press on your mouth, preventing you from talking any further. "Let's take this somewhere else, miss." the girl from the counter earlier said, giving you a threatening smile, suddenly your thigh was cold again.

the girl led you to the staff room, pressing a hand on your mouth firmly. you come to a stop and she eventually lets go of your mouth. "his wife's dead, so please refrain from hurting his feelings any longer." she explained rather coldly, and this pissed you off. "I don't wanna comfort him with a lie!" you whisper shouted, holding her shoulders. "...oh." she muttered, looking at you blankly before dragging you out of the staff room and leaving you to your business. that was weird, you don't know her that well but you know someone wouldn't back out that fast.

you left the cafe and you were sure you'd NEVER come back. now, you're convinced that the old man was a regular there, since the girl seemed to know him very well. you had just embarrassed yourself, TWICE. now that you exited the cat cafe.. wait. cat?

...

Where's YOUR cat!?

if this doesn't prove I'm an ugly person who doesn't deserve to live, I don't know what will!!

A/N: Uh oh! you lost your cat, 

where could it be? (it's not with Bill teehee)