(Y/n) let out a silent sigh of relief as the car pulled up to the town square. The bright sun did nothing to make the large, dirty statue in the center sparkle or look grand in any way. If anything, it just makes the rust marks and dirt more noticeable. Despite the dull scenery, the girl was glad to have finally been able to leave the car. She didn't know how those two could talk so long. She didn't know how any person could talk so long!
"Thanks for the ride, officers!" She called back respectfully as she got out of the car, with the help of one of the police officers. The girl mentally prayed that she would never run into them again.
When the officers were finally gone, (Y/n) looked around boredly as she tried to decide where to go. Her hand slid to the fabric that covered her shoulders and chest. It was a little big on her, but she thought it was in a cute way. The red flannel was her brother's, and he would probably be pissed when he found out she stole it. Not that he would be surprised. He was always having his flannels stolen by her and another of their brothers.
(Y/n) got lost in the comforting smell of cigarettes and pine trees while she walked in a random direction. Before she knew it, she had come upon the marble steps of the town museum. The sounds of children laughing or complaining filled the air with the scent of old things. She wished she could decipher the various smells, but she wasn't a history, or smell, buff.
One voice rang out. "I'm sorry, guys. I can't stay. Stan will be pissed if I'm late for work." The feminine voice spoke. That caught (Y/n)'s attention, and she looked over. A tall redhead with a teal flannel was trying to leave her friends for what (Y/n) could only assume was work. She spun and was about to run off, but ran into someone. That someone was (Y/n).
(Y/n) fell over with a grunt as their back landed on the cold tiles. "ow...." She mumbled as she sat up.
"Oh, man! I'm so sorry, dude," The girl, Wendy as (Y/n) recalled, said as she helped (Y/n) to her feet. "are you okay?"
The (Brunette, blonde, ginger, etc.) nodded before flashing the lumberjack looking girl a grin. "Yeah... nothing like failing on cold tiles to wake you up in the morning." She was glad her head didn't make a sound when it hit the ground since she didn't want to trouble the poor girl with a minor injury and make her feel bad.
The girl laughed and helped (Y/n). "I'm glad you're okay." She paused for a second. "You look new. I'm Wendy."
"(Y/n," (Y/n) replied with a chuckle. "And I guess you can call me new... My family has been here a while, but we don't really come into town."
Wendy let out an 'oh' as she smiled. "Sounds like some, The Hills Have Eyes type of stuff."
That made (Y/n) laugh. "I guess so. But don't worry, we don't eat people."
'Well, most of us...' she thought to herself. Before the two could talk more, Wendy's friends came up to see if Wendy was okay. She ensured she was and introduced (Y/n).
"This is (Y/n), guys. her folks are from just out of town."
"Wooaahhhh.... creepy..." Said one of the more muscle headed looking boys with a grin. A few other kids agreed. (Y/n) was about to make some witty comment but was cut off by Wendy.
"Yo, (Y/n), I need to head to work, but if you wanna see creepy, I'll bring you along. Bet Stan would love another hand around the Shack, exceptionally if you work for cheap!"
Having nothing better to do and bored out of her mind (Y/n) agreed. With that, the poor girl was being dragged along by Wendy as her friends waved both of them goodbye.
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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...
