Let Time Burn (Human Bill Cipher x Reader)

Never Forget ~ 5

(Chapter word count: 1,566)

Bubblegum Bitch, Marina

Hell's Coming With Me, Poor Man's Poison

After the expected amount of chaotic, all-capital-letter confusion through the groupchat — just as Y/n had expected, and greatly enjoyed — and after Y/n had adequately explained the situation, the Pines had eventually calmed down enough to plan something out with them. Obviously, as Y/n had already decided multiple times over, Bill wasn't trustworthy enough to be left alone, so he'd have to come into work with them.

The former dream demon, however, wasn't so keen on being woken up early enough for that. It had taken Y/n ten minutes just to get him out of bed — and that was because they'd finally gotten annoyed enough to throw the blanket aside and physically drag him off the couch.

Still, even twenty minutes later when they were supposed to be walking out the door, he complained. "The sun is barely up, Y/n! This is an ungodly hour, I swear!"

"It's 8:30," they snapped back, finally locating their wallet and keys, which had been hiding under a stack of unused tax papers. (Stan had promised to teach them how to convincingly fake those this summer, though they had a sneaking suspicion that would just mean throwing the papers into a bonfire.) "Plenty of people regularly wake up, like, five hours ago. You're fine."

They had to take Bill's wrist and lead him out the door, which wasn't all that surprising, considering who they were dealing with. Still, he grumbled and protested like a disgruntled toddler. "I don't wanna..."

Y/n rolled their eyes. "Sucks. We're going. And you don't even have to do any work! You're just gonna be sitting around all day! Though, knowing Stan, he'll probably find something for you to do, since Soos is too nice to take advantage of the extra pair of hands."

"What?! I have to do something, too?" Bill whined.

"God, quit acting like a child! Yes. Pretty much every person ever has a job. And you'll probably just be precariously stacking something on a shelf. Or just sitting in the corner, trying not to annoy anyone. Or you'll get to be one of the attractions at the Shack. Ha, actually, I'd pay money to see that. Don't tell anyone I said that, Stan would hold me to it."

"The Shack? Is that where we're going? What's the Shack?"

Y/n almost rolled their eyes at him again before remembering that they hadn't actually told him the plan. "Oh, yeah. The Mystery Shack. It's where I work. You're gonna meet my friends. They... I mean, they'll totally like you, yeah. Just be chill."

"Chill? As in, cold? Isn't that rude?"

They facepalmed briefly, before looking up again so as not to trip over the random crowbar on the sidewalk. "No, just– Ugh. Be calm. 'Chill' means something like 'relaxed'."

"Oh. Okay, I can– I can definitely do that. Right?"

"Why're you asking me? Just try it. They'll... Well, at least Mabel will be nice, for sure. Well... probably."

"Why 'probably'?" Bill asked worriedly.

"Because... Eh, I don't know. Mabel's usually nice. All of them are usually nice. Except maybe Stan, but he tends to grow on people. Whatever! The point is, like I said, you're just new. It's normal for new people to take a minute to get used to. It's fine!"

"Oookaay..." Bill responded hesitantly. "I mean, you seem kinda..."

Y/n responded before he could think of a word. "It's fine," they repeated. "Honestly. You'll get used to each other."