Bill Cipher's Little 'Friend' - Gravity Falls (Platonic Bill x Child Reader)

Chapter 14 - Odd (Golf) Balls

Hi, I am SO sorry for being this late in updating. I've been losing motivation to put in the time to work on this chapter since it was a more difficult one for me to write, but I finally finished! I haven't updated since last year and I feel horrible for that. The last time I updated, it was a non-canon filler chapter crossover as a thank you for reaching 3 thousand reads, but now we're at 21 thousand. It's been months, so I think what this community deserves the most right now are 2 back to back episodes. I will post this one, and then in a few days, I'll post the next one. I also just wanted to once again thank you all for supporting my story. When I first came up with the book, I had a basic idea that I wanted a younger sister reader insert that Bill could manipulate to fit his plans, but eventually start to semi-care for the character. I kinda just went with the flow. Now I have plans on how I want this book to end, and how I can reach that point, and I am overjoyed to start working on this again. It felt wonderful every time I watched my phone beep at me that someone commented, someone voted, someone added it to a reading list, or someone started following me. I've gained so many new readers during the time I was away, and I hope I can meet your expectations or pass them. Just know that I truly appreciate all the support, because when I thought about this idea I thought it would be perceived as "stupid" or "cringy" or that no one would be interested in it, but now I see how unbelievably wrong I was. I remember when I was practically screaming whenever my read count went up by even 10. I can't believe how far this has gotten. I've read so much wonderful fanfiction on Wattpad, and some incredibly well-written, good fanfiction doesn't have as much attention as it should. So many of them barely made it to 10 thousand reads, and here I am over 21 thousand, when my writing skills and story are nowhere near their level. But enough about my sob story, you want to get into the REAL story. Please enjoy!

NOT CANON TO THE ORIGINAL SHOW but for this story's sake, the time between Gideon Rises and Golf War is 2 1/5 weeks so the main character is not in a wheelchair.

Season 2 Episode 3 - Golf War

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It was mid-day. Dipper and I sat in the living room, watching a rerun episode of Duck-Tective, along with Waddles. Dipper sat on the reclining couch, nomming on some Overly Sensitive Owl cereal while lounging in his pajamas. Waddles also dug into a bowl of cereal, meanwhile, I sat on the carpet with my legs crossed, kicking my feet while staring at the TV.

Just as the man on the television fell stiff to the floor, Grunkle Stan walked through the open doorway leading to the rest of the house. He had his usual yellow-teethed broad smile, announcing loudly to the room, "Who wants Stan-cakes?" He held out in one hand an oven mitt, and the other a frying pan, laying rest a pancake."They're like pancakes, but they probably have some of my hair in 'em."

Dipper barely bothered to glance our uncle's way, simply continuing to watch the TV and shove a spoonful of cereal into his open mouth, bluntly stating, "Pass."

Before I could say anything in response to the offer of the suspicious-sounding pancakes, Mabel burst open the front door with a newspaper, yelling, "It's here!"

She quickly sprinted through the doorway gleefully, screaming the whole way, "Aah!" in excitement. As she shoved roughly past Grunkle Stan, he let out a startled grunt. He frowned as the frying pan was pushed up by Mabel, causing the Stan-cake to be sent up into the air and ultimately fall flat on his white shirt.

"Oh, it's here! It's here! It's here! It's here! I've been waiting all morning and it's finally here!" Mabel jumped up on the skull-coffee table furniture, planting herself in front of Dipper. She was beaming with joy, like a kid in a candy store.