Foster Girl ★ ( Dipper x Reader )

Chapter 36

Last Time....

"We, the jury find Wendy Corduroy guilty on all charges, and sentenced for life with chance of release after 25 year, in the Oregon Asylum for the Insane." They said as Wendy's face dropped. She screamed, running her hands in her hair. "THIS ISN'T OVER YOU BITCH!" She screamed at me.

"And we find Bill guilty, with the same sentence. But 100 years in the same Asylum." They said. Bill shrugged, but started laughing. He laughed so loud, it echoed through the halls. He didn't even stop when they took him out. The last I heard of him was, "TELL MY SWEETHEART DIPPER THAT I LOVE HIM; MY TRUE LOVE."

I sighed with a small form of relief.

The people who hated me most where gone.

I'm okay now.

I hope.

Y/n's Perspective.

Dipper walked over to me, face filled with relief of knowing that ail was gone. He patted my back, and I grabbed his back pulling him into a hug. He awkwardly accepted it, rubbing the arch of my back. "You alright?" He asked softly.

"I am now." I mumbled, my speech muffled by his chest. I remember what Bill had said, forcing myself to pull away a little to look at him. "Are you okay?" I sniffled.

"I'm a little shook up, but I'm alright." He laughed softly. "Don't worry about me, I wasn't affected as much. I wasn't the center of the situation as you were."

"So this is my fault?" I said quietly.

"Well." Someone cut in.

"Well?" I looked at them.

"In all honesty, if you weren't with Dipper, they wouldn't have teamed up to assassinate you. And if you weren't so close to Naomi, Sky wouldn't have been manipulated into this whole process. So yeah — it somewhat is your fault. But, " the lady waved a finger in the air, her black nails shining. "If you weren't involved, it would have been thrown out on another person. They could have been a very puny type of person. They might have someone dead. While this is somewhat your fault, it's better you than anyone else."

I didn't know how to react. Whether to be offended, or not. While she called into context that I was brave, she did make it clear that I should have, and was, the correct victim. I was raised in the fact that you would never blame the victim.

I shrugged the comment off, and made my way back home with the others.

Wendy's perspective

That brat.

Sent me away, from my family, from everything I have a damn about.

Now I am going to be living in a box filled with losers.

People who where fucking mental.

I'm not like them, right?

No, no no. I'm not.

The nurses pulled me away from my thoughts, as they guided me into my room. My red hair flew behind me, the rest tucked into my straight jacket, my hair doing so because of the paste we walked at.

They quickly opened the door and threw me in, slamming it shut. "Do I have a chance of leaving?!" I shouted out to them.

No answer.

This will be fucking hell.

But I can unleash fucking hell.

Are you so sure about that?

"Who the hell...."

I'm in your mind.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Bill Cipher, Sweetheart.

"Great. I have a dick hacking into my mind."

I'm not that much of a dick, I just really love Dipper. Anyway, I could get us out..

"Wait..you can?!"

Yeah, I can kid. But only if you help me again.

"Ugh.."

Do you want freedom?

"More than ever."

Then listen to me twat.

"Fine."

Okay, so we will start to kill people off. Starting with, waddles, than Sky, than Naomi, Mabel, and finally Y/n.

( A/n : I'm leaving that off there, just so I can get more ideas. I'm so sorry guys, I have horrible writers block. Like really fucking bad writers block for this story in particular. I'm really sorry guys. Just keep in touch with this story. Please. ~L. L )