My little weirdo

Morning after.

Finally got this chapter out 😭🙏

Fuck, this took a while.

A-A-A-A-Anywhooo (/ref; dead end, Fingers), hope you enjoy (you won't bc it's sad tho) !!

That was a lot of grammar 💀

I groggily opened my eyes. I stretched and yawned and that's when the pain hit.
Oh hell, my head hurts so bad. What did I do to it?
I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes. I looked down at what I was wearing. My outfit. It all came back to me.

Ugh, axolotl. Oh I hate myself.
I climbed out of bed.
Wait, I didn't dream. Did I piss Bill off?

As quickly as possible, I took off my outfit. I shoved on the comfy clothes Bill had given to me. Looking at myself in the mirror, I frowned.
Eugh.
My hair was a mess, I looked ill, I had circles under my eyes and a price tag on my cheek.
Why do I have a price tag on my cheek?

I peeled it off and sighed.
What time is it?
I looked all around my room.
What, I don't have a clock? Oh my- I'm so stupid.
I attempted to summon something to tell the time but it turned out, you can't summon stuff when you're hungover.

I left my room, locking it behind me. I traipsed down the stairs, trying not to trip over.
Ow, I'm definitely going to need some painkillers for my head.
On the last three steps I slipped; landing on my ass.

"Well, who finally woke up? Mx sleepy head." Stanley's voice was laced with sarcasm.
"Leave me alone." I yawned as I walked over to the table and sat down.

"Why'd you sleep in so late?" Mabel shoved the cereal box towards me.
"I had... a very interesting night, and now I have a... I feel ill." I groaned.
"Seriously y/n? You were supposed to be at the ticket stand." Stanley narrowed his eyes at me.

"Dipper covered it, didn't you?" I yawned again.
"Yeah. Haha, I definitely covered it." Dipper sounded very suspicious.
Stanley raised an eyebrow, "Uhuh, okay. Need some Advil, kid?"
"Please." I rubbed my eyes as Stan went to go get some painkillers.

"Why do you feel ill? Did you eat something bad?" Mabel frowned.
I shrugged, "Sure."
"Then why d'you need Advil?"
"Headache." I yawned yet again, "Ugh, I gotta go work in a minute."

"Here's your pills, kid." Stanley sighed as he handed me the painkiller.
"Thanks." I took them and swallowed them, "I'll just go and- go and get washed up. I'll be back in a bit."
"Bye y/n!" Dipper called out. I smiled, stood up and walked towards my bedroom.

Once in my room with the door locked, Bill appeared, "Yello."
Bill can... wait I never ended it. Hi!
He seemed distant, like there was something on his mind.
You alright?
"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine." He paused for a moment.

"You feeling okay?"
Not really but I've taken Painkillers so they'll kick in soon.
"That's good."
Yeah.

I just remembered! I need an anti-love and a onesided love potion.
"Done." He snapped his fingers and handed me two bottles. I looked at them, back at him and smiled.

Don't you want to know why? I sat down on my bed.
"Sure... yeah. Why do you need it, Weirdo?" He seemed tired.
Anti-love to put on Dipper so he stops crushing on me and the one-sided to make him like Wendy. He's supposed to like Wendy and it'll fuck up the timelines if he keeps liking me.

"That's smart." He commented.
I looked at him suspiciously, No, seriously: what's up? You're acting weird and you just called a basic plan smart, not being sarcastic.
"Oh, I'm just... it's nothing."
Uhuh.

So why am I here?
"Are you doing anything tomorrow?"
Well Irrational Treasure episode is tomorrow and I should probably stay out of the way and let the plot play through. So, no. What do you need me for?
"Uh, I... do you...?" He rolled his eye, "I haven't tried much human food, Puppet."

I stared at him in confusion, What... what exactly are you saying?
"I haven't tried much human food. What do you like?"
Uhm... I like f/f (fav food). I stood there, still not sure what was happening.

Triangle Bill:

"Alright. There must be one place that serves that." Bill's body flashed with different restaurants and fast food joints, then it stopped on a specific one, "Found it. "

Human Bill:

"Alright. There must be one place that serves that." Bill's suit flashed with different restaurants and fast food joints, then it stopped on a specific one, "Found it. "

Why did you want to know?
"No reason."
You sure it wasn't for a d-
"Quit it."
What? C'mon Bill, it does kinda seem like-
"I said stop, toots."
I mean, asking if I'm free, what food I-
"Shut. Up."
Awh, you like me... don't-

Before I could finish my sentence, Bill screeched in my face. He'd changed his appearance and was in his "hunter" form. Glowing red, towering above me.
"I think you've forgotten your place, y/n." He snapped, mocking my name, "When I say shut up, I expect silence. I'm a being as old as your sad universe. You're some teenage weak human. You're not special, you're not different, you are just a human. Without me you're nobody. You need me, y/n. I don't need you." He turned around, "Now I suggest you start minding yourself before you go too far."

"I- I'm sorry... I didn't mean to- I..." A few tears fell down my face. I sniffed into my sleeve.
Yes, Bill.
"Yes, sir." He corrected as he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

I fell onto the floor and hugged my knees.
Fucking hate today.