I watched as a triangle shaped man with one eye chuckle. 'Your father's Journal, sweet cheeks. Give it to me.. ' he smirked, holding out his stick like hand. 'N-no! This is the only thing that reminds me of my father, Dipper Pines, and I won't let you have it! ' I yelled, my voice booming inside my head. The triangle man groaned, staring at the Journal that was clutched tightly by me. 'Dipper and me go way back. I'm trying to help you..' he lied and I could tell. 'Y/n Pines, give me the damn book!' his voice became demonic. I quickly woke up, become a sweaty pile of grossness. I looked at the Journal on my nightstand. A hand with a 3 in the middle portrayed itself as my lamp switched on. I groaned and looked up, noticing Stan staring down at me. "Wake up, sunshine.." he growled, scratching his butt. "Yeah whatever.." I sneered. "Your father had the same attitude and I know how to deal with it. So unless you want to find out how I deal with it, I suggest you wake up.. " Grunkle Stan glared at you.
Since my father, Dipper Pines, had disappeared, along with my aunt, Mable, my Unkle Stan helped me out. I grabbed the journal and looked through the creatures. "Nope. No dream hopping yellow Illuminati freak.." I stared at the journal, looking through it one last time. I closed the journal with a slam, causing dust to fly everywhere. I sneezed and rubbed my nose. "Y/n! There is a customer and you're not at the front desk! " Stan growled. I rolled my eyes and sat my book back on the nightstand. I walked down stairs and into the shop part, closing my eyes as I smiled. "Hello happy customer! Welcome to the Mystery Shack! " I smiled cheerfully. "Honey, with that fake smile you wouldn't fool anyone.." a chuckle came from the customer. A blonde haired man smirked as I noticed him. He had a yellow suit with a black bow, cane and boots. He also had an eyepatch with a poorly drawn eye on it. "What do you need, sir? " I asked, walking towards the counter. "Oh you know.." he smiled, "But, of course you just think it's a dream.." My eye twitched as I thought about who he was. He was never in my dreams because I hardly know the guy. The only person recently in my dreams was that triangle guy. Maybe he was the triangle man.. I smiled grimly as my eye twitched more. "What is a beautiful woman doing working at the shack?" the man asked. "At least put your beauty to use, like a stripper.." he smirked. "W-what's your name triangle freak!? " I blurted out. I blushed as I saw him frown again. "Bill Cipher.." he grinned, "You are the daughter of Dipper Pines. Might I say, I never seemed to think his daughter would be as sexy as you.." His eyes met mine as he made one last smirk. "But, I didn't come here to make love to you. I came here for the journal.." he turned his back to me.
He walked up the stairs, giving you one last glare. I followed him as he went into my room. I rushed infront of him and grabbed the journal. I had a steel grip on it. Bill sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "Sweet cheeks, I don't want to hurt you..." he growled lowly, holding his hands out. I shook my head 'no' violently. "Little shit. Give me the journal! " he screamed, pouncing on me. I gasped as he lunged for the journal , trying to pry my hands off. "Get off! " I yelled. "Let go you little pest! " Bill snapped back, leaning on my stomach, straddling his legs around my waist. He pulled the book to his chest, making me go up with it, hand still locked on the book. I was sitting in his lap now, struggling to move. He grabbed my wrist. I sat still and looked away shyly. "You know.. You're tougher in real life then your dreams.. " he smirked. "What ever Bill.." I groaned, trying to tug the journal. Bill an unbreakable grip and my grip was slipping away.. I got closer and closer to his chest as he pulled me closer using the Journal. I blush madly. "Thats enough!" I growled. My face was now on the crook of his neck. "Oh you're so soft, y/n.." he purred, letting go of the journal and wrapped his arms around my waist. I held the book tightly, trembling as the spawn of evil was hugging me.
TO BE CONTINUED
