His Little Dove (Bill Cipher X Reader)

We Prank a Ball

We make it inside a dark Mystery Shack. I skid inside and stop the rush. Bill bumps into me and I topple over. My face makes friends with the wooden floor and Bill dares cackle. I grab Bill's ankle as he walks past and pulls his foot from underneath him. Bill falls over and face plants. I get up and book it before he can knock me over again. Bill gets up and runs after me.

We make it to the dining room, where the Pines have been waiting for who-knows-how long. Chaos breaks loose as soon as they see us. Mabel gets up and pulls us to the table, Melody is fussing at Stanford about how Bill's "colors are slightly duller," Dipper is fussing at us for being late, and Stanley and Soos don't care.

"Finally, real food!" Bill hurries to his seat and picks up the full plate.

"Once again, he's not supposed to exist," Stanford picks up a fork and prods at the imitation of Nightmare Realm food: recipe sourced from Stanford Pines. The only one chowing down the mixture of raw steak and unrecognizable ingredients is Bill.

"Well, he can't work like that!" Melody fusses.

"Melody, dude, we agreed that the Bill guy shouldn't be working until he finds his chill," Soos says. Melody takes a deep breath, realizing that her husband is right. Melody takes a hesitant bite of the monstrosity she created. Dipper has a knife just in case if the meal suddenly grows a mouth and tries to eat him instead. The poor guy is shaking and sweating like crazy. Stanford is eating the food like it's just another day. 

"Ewww, Grunkle Ford!" Mabel laughs, "how can you eat that?"

Stanley speaks with his mouth full, "Trust us when I say this, this stuff is no different than prison food." Mabel decides to not touch any more on the subject and choke down the food. Neither Melody nor Soos have the courage to eat unless if they're right next to each other. Me, though? Well, I'm sitting in my chair trying not to vomit at the ungodly sight and smell that's on my plate.

I slowly push my plate to Bill and get up.  I head away from the kitchen. Looking at people eating the food is enough to remove any feelings of hunger. I go up the stairs and into the attic. I sit on the seating by the window and look out at the stars.

How long has it been since I've been home? What will it take until Dipper says I can go back? This is something I barely have time to think about, considering that Bill is a handful. There always has to be a person around him to make sure that the demon doesn't do anything illegal. Heck, it was difficult to convince Bill to not actually kill Ms. Nutmeg.

Soos eventually climbs up the stairs with a sandwich in his hands. He approaches and hands the sandwich over.

"Don't worry, dude, I washed my hands," Soos says when I ignore him. I look at Soos before I take the sandwich.

"Thanks," My heart isn't fully into the idea of eating, but the sandwich is better than the monstrosity that made Bill happy. I take a bite.

"Not a problem," Soos turns back to the stairs, "And don't worry, your plate did not go to waste. Your bro made sure of that." I watch Soos go down the stairs. "Bro?" Thanks, Soos, I hate it.

The days leading up to the date come and go without many events outside of mischief and proving to the Universe that Bill is still, well, himself. It was a lot of fun redirecting his chaos to things that are ultimately harmless. Perhaps the most satisfying part of it all was watching him and the Pines slowly start to ease up around each other. Heck, Mabel ended up being his favorite Pines! But other than that, nothing super interesting happened.

I stand in front of the bathroom mirror as Melody makes final adjustments to my formal clothing. I'm not even in Oddtropolis, and yet I can already feel sweat traveling down my body. My mouth is dry, but I do my best to remain calm.