His Little Dove (Bill Cipher X Reader)

The Mystery Twins Kidnap Me

 You must be thinking: how does one date a psychotic triangle? Well, judging from the stories I write for English class filled with suffering that often end in death to video games highlighting taboo subjects, I think I'm qualified to tell you what happened. I'll start on the night before I've been taken away.

I sit in the dorm room. Movie night is the best night ever! I haven't been allowed to choose the movie since the Saw Incident, but my roommates have finally decided to give me one more try out of the kindness of their hearts. I have the perfect idea in mind. Nothing too scary, nothing too disturbing. Just something that any normal college kid would choose. I sit smiling on the couch as I have the channel turned to The Mystery Twins. My roommates finally come in, one bringing the drinks and another bringing popcorn.

"You better have not chosen Saw again," the shortest of the group places the six-pack down, "You know how queasy Johnathon is about gore." A black haired boy nods his head, his face slightly contorted from the thought of going through that nightmare again.

"Nah, don't worry, guys, I chose something normal this time," I say, "The Mystery Twins." I grin widely, pointing at the television and hopping at the edge of my seat.

"A ghost hunting show!?" Shorty freaks out, "(Y/N), you know that I'm terrified of paranormal stuff like that!" I give Shorty a confused look. Shorty has never mentioned such thing, but before I could protest, Shorty grabs the remote and picks something boring like Care Bears or something. I stand up, frowning.

"Very well, then," I head towards the exit of our dorm, "I had no idea you were scared of ghosts, now, I best get fresh air. I can't sleep without it." With that, I walk out.

The sky is black as many lamps pollute the sky and suppress the stars. People are usually either indoors or at bars this time of night, so I barely have any worry of freaking anyone out. Well, if that didn't happen, this moment wouldn't be in the story, would it?

I bump into a warm body and get met with a "watch where you're going, you little ol' freak!" I look up and recognize the brown hair of the only person who could get under my skin: Gene Gleeful. His red eyes beam down at me in a harsh glare. His arms are crossed. Gene isn't from around here, in fact, he's one of those kids who travel outside of their local area to go to college. You can tell from his Southern Belle accent. Actually, I'm not sure if he even had a local college to go to.

"Ah, Gene," I say, "Fancy seeing you late at night. Got the chance to see my latest art project?"

"You mean that man-eating shrike?" Gene asks, "Of course I did! I tore it up the way I do with your other art projects, too, but not without submitting it to the Mystery Twins 'Cipher Sightings' e-mail." Gene pulls out his phone and opens up the e-mail app. He points the message straight to my face. I squint my eyes as they get flooded with bright, blue light.

"You do realize that they ignore false leads, right?" I shoot back, "And that all leads are false, because Dipper started that campaign out of paranoia of some evil demon returning and ending the world or some junk." I gently push the phone out of view.

"Oh, (Y/N), we'll see if you're right by tomorrow, we'll see..." Gene slowly backs up into the shadows with an ominous sneer on his face. Was the e-mail answered? And the Mystery Twins are rushing right on over? Gene must've shared other things about me. My dark jokes, my favorite movies, other illustrations that he defaced! Well, that's enough fresh air for me. I turn right back around and head back to the dorm.

"Uh...WHAT?" Jonathon's voice cracks, "Gleeful accused you of being something paranormal and now the Mystery Twins are coming over to look at you?"

"Yup, that seems like what's happening," I prod at the cereal in its bowl with my spoon. I would normally eat, but normally I'm not so nervous that I failed to sleep last night. My eyes are reddened and bags are forming underneath to prove it.