The morning came soon enough, even if the sun didn't. A nearby tree rattles against the window, stirring (Y/n) up from her rest. She lets out a soft groan, rubbing an eye as she rises—rain pitters onto the ceiling as it falls from the sky and off nearby trees. The wind howls rattles through the thin walls like a beast threatening its prey.
(Y/n) turns from her side, gently patting the side beside her. Her hand meets the lumpy bed. Her eyes open, a slight hiccup in her heart as she pats it a couple of more times. She looks over. There's no flamboyant coloring of yellow as far as she can see. Not even a little yellow triangle. (Y/n) takes a deep breath, about to call out but, then there's a laugh from the kitchen, followed by quiet gushing.
"Damn it Stanly, hush up! You're gonna wake her up!" Hisses one voice. (Y/n) smiles softly before quietly easing out of bed.
"Oh hush, Bill! I don't owe you anything! Besides, she's gonna have to learn how to sleep through more than me cooking with how late Ford likes to work." Another voice bellows back. (Y/n) rolls her eyes and creeps closer towards the kitchen, ensuring she stays out of sight.
"I outta... You better!..." Bill lets out a growl, seemingly unsure of how to counter the argument. (Y/n) bites her lip and crosses her arms as she leans against the conjoined wall. "Look, if she wants to sleep in, I'm letting her. And I'll make you too or... I'll rearrange your face!"
(Y/n) hears a laugh from Stan. "Uh hu. Surrrreeee. And how would your lil girlfriend like that?"
"She's not my girlfriend! She's just a bitch when she's tired!"
(Y/n) smirks as she stares at Bill. "I'm not your girlfriend?"
Stan broke down laughing as (y/n) eased herself off the wall with a dramatic pout. She moves with the grace of water in a stream but the hidden power of a river as she goes straight for the stove. Her head tilts as she observes Stan's cooking. "Pancakes?"
"Yep! A Stan specialty!" Stan puffs his chest out with pride and tilts his head up. (Y/n) stares for a second, surprised by the relaxed nature he was presenting.
"Did you poison them to try and get rid of me?" She jokes, earning her a shocked look from Stan.
"Heck no! Aint subtle enough for that."
The young girl snorts and tilts her head the other way, like a bird watching a hiker pass by. "Fair.... odd that you would do something so... nice after yesterday..."
"Yeah yeah, big ol' Stan is a softy yada yada-"
"He is." Bill chimes in with a giggle as he carefully reaches over to the already-finished pile of pancakes. He manages to grab one before Stan smacks his hand with the spatula.
"As. I. Was. Saying.... It ain't the first time this family has dealt with-" He glances over at Bill. "dangerous things and people... but it seems this one ain't something we can brute force out way outta. Even someone like me knows that."
"You talk like you're dumb..." (Y/n) says again in that way that almost sounds like a question, but just enough to be left alone. She slips past Stan and also grabs a pancake before he even notices. With her mind on Stans's words she reached out toward the two containers in the middle of the table; one a bottle one a pitcher. Both full of a dark thick-looking liquid.
That heavy pit known as guilt formed in her stomach. It was never the plan to wrap the Pines into this horrible world of horror. Perhaps she should have never tried to make a little life for herself outside the mansion.
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Not Normal(BillCipherXReader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) can from a strange family. It wasn't bad, just different. They also lived in the woods. That was probably the most normal thing about them, considering the small town of Gravity Falls was the closest town around. Ah yes, the home of the Weirdm...
