Foster Girl ★ ( Dipper x Reader )

Chapter 39

Wendy's Perspective.

"What if I died from natural causes here..." A soft mumble released from my dry lips. "Maybe this is it..this should be it.."

"I can help~" I heard Bill's voice purr from behind me. I glanced around the padded cell, only to see nothing.

"What do you want?" I said weakly. I wasn't able to put up with the asylum any longer. I couldn't, I was more insane than ever.

"When you get your pills, take the bottle from the doctor and take the whole thing." He whispered in my ear.

"How are you speaking to me,, why do I feel your presence?" I said to the voice. I reference him to that now, his name was irrelevant to my life now. He would be the last thing I'd hear.

"Because I'm everywhere," he spoke. "I'm in every child's daydream, nightmare, and overall dreamscape. I know what you think about. I have always. I even know what's going on in the head of the person reading this."

"What?" I questioned.

"I see this all as our thoughts are recorded, our actions written down. Whatever we say is in someone's head, we have only control of what goes down on the pages."

"Oh."  I said quietly. "Creepy? I guess..."

"Not creepy, just a humble viewer."

"Stop acting so pleasant to be around! You seem to be so literate and have an afire personality towards others, but it's lies!" I screamed into the cell.

The door slowly creaked open, and tears filled my eyes. I didn't want to do this, but I have to do this. The doctor and a nurse pulled me up, tightening their grips on my straight jacket. They untied it slightly, letting me hold the pill.

It was small, oval shaped, and yellow. The color of the man who ended me up in here. I quickly took it, my green orbs glancing at the bottle being put away. Oddly, I groaned and got a nurse's attention. She walked over to me, and held my shoulders.

"Ma'am? Are you alright?" She asked me sympathetically.

"No...what was in that pill?" I asked, my vision blurring.

"The doctor gave it to you...I have no clue." She said calmly.

"Who's the doctor?" I asked her, looking around.

"Right there." She said pointing to a women. The women appeared young, about Dipper and Mabel's age. She had dark eyes, dark hair. Glasses framed  her face, and she wore a green shirt. I recognized her, my thoughts confused on the young age though.

She was Candy, Mabel's best friend when she was twelve.

"She's only 17..." I said.

"I know, but she does run this asylum. She was a prodigy child." The nurse smiled.

All of a sudden my knees felt weak. I held my head with one hand, a counter with the other. My hand slipped, sending me crashing to the floor. All I remember seeing was the image of Candy and the nurse standing over me, the nurse panicked but Candy seemed unfazed.