Terrible Things...(Yandere! Bill Cipher X Gn! Reader (Rewrite)

the dream [chapter 1]

Your pov:

It was a few hours till we got there, I would've thought he was driving into the middle of no where if it wasn't for the sign.

Eventually we stopped at a shitty attempt for a tourist attraction...I mean the place was littlerly falling apart.

I opened the car door and stretched a bit, that was a long ass drive for real. I got my suitcase and walked with him inside. I mean the inside wasn't to bad...kinda cluttered though. At the front a boy waved us in, to be honest he looked like he hasn't had a shower in...well never. Him and Stan made short conversation before he lead me up to the attic. It ....wasn't that bad actually. "Alright, you'll be sharing this with Mabel and dipper" wait...Mabel and dipper are here?? Well I mean that explains the sweaters apon sweaters in the corner. "Oh...cool." I shrugged him off and went to unpack, I didn't bring much. Just some clothes...shampoo...MP3 player...a journal...the essentials. Wait, I don't remember bringing a journal-

I picked it up and observed it carefully, it was dark brown with a gold hand in the middle with the number 3. Weird...maybe mom put it in... I shrugged it off and put it back in. I was spacing out Till a knock threw me from my thoughts, I turned around but saw nothing...weird.

(Time skip to nighttime bc why not)

Apparently Mabel syrup and dipping sauce aren't gonna be here till Thursday...it's Tuesday. This might not be to bad though, I get a whole ass attic to myself for a few days.
I sighed and stripped myself of those dirty ass clothes, who the hell knows what was in uncle stan's car. I threw on some comfortable pants and a T-shirt and flopped onto the mattress. As I was trying to doze off I still kept feeling like I was seeing watched... must just be Stan's weird ass house...er Store?

Oh well, I internally kept track of every detail in the room...just in case there was a ghost or something. Stan is the type to probably keep ghosts here if he thinks he'll get money from it. I stretched a bit and let sleep take over me...

"Huh...where the fuck...?" I mumbled looking around. Everything was pitch black I couldn't see or even feel a thing! I hopped back on my feet and tried to walk around, yet every turn and step I take feels like I end up back in the spot I woke up in...if I even did wake up. This must be some sort of weird ass dream.

I tried every trick in the book! pinching myself, thinking bout something else, I even punched myself in the face! I still got nothing...I can't even see around me much less the lines on my hands... It feels like I've been here for days already...

I suddenly let out a yelp of pain and fell to my knees clutching my head. Why the fuck does it hurt so much!? I stumbled around a bit trying to remain where I was standing but the floor beneath me collapsed and I fell into the abyss.
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I jolted from the spot, it felt...oddly cold in here. Every single hair on it's end and every part of exposed skin felt like it had been stabbed. Just what was that just now? I heard...a voice.

After calming down I glanced over at my phone, 4:15...so it's still early. I don't think I can sleep right now ... I don't know why but every bone in my body is telling me to get up and leave.

Jeez...what kinda funky shit is Uncle Stan's house on anyway? Why does everything seem so large now. I hate this already-

I wiped some beads of sweat from my face and layed back down. I didn't sleep, or even close my eyes. Just scrolled back on my phone or stared at the ceiling for the next 4 hours. God i hope every night isn't gonna be like this...

(A.n: and that's it! Sorry it's short I'm kinda tired lol)