My Omniscient Aggrivator (Older Dipper X Reader X Human!Bill)

Chapter 7

We sit in silence for another few seconds until I finish my drink.

Hey. Kid. Get back to the game already and ruin the moment.

Why would I do that? This is nice. And plus, I'm developing the relationship with potential-boyfriend-material.

Are you really considering him as a potential saliva-exchange partner?

So what if I am? You could probably already tell that, seeing the fact that you're in my mind and everything.

...

His voice goes silent, causing me to involuntarily shiver.

"You okay, y/n? Are you cold, or something? I think I left my hoodie in the car, but I could go grab it if you want." He asks, concerned.

"No, no, it's okay. I just do that sometimes. It's weird, I know." I lie.

"Are you sure? It's not a problem, really..."

"Yeah. I'm fine. Are you finished with your soda?" I change the subject.

"U-huh." He replies, his voice weary.

"Okay, then, should we get back, then?" I say the word 'then' twice. Smooth move, y/n. So smooth.

"Sure."

The silence present upon our return is awkward as opposed to before, but I don't say anything about it; and by the time of our arrival, it's almost completely forgotten.

"Are you kids ready to get your BUTTS WHOOPED????" Mabel cries, huzzah-ing her club into the warm air.

"As if," I say with a smirk, setting up the first swing. I hit the ball with medium force, allowing it to make the trivial trek up the mazelike hole. At first, it glides with next to no effort, but after a few short seconds, I see it make an unnatural turn straight out of the windmills window and into the mud.

Bill????? What the hell was that?!?!? I thought that you were trying to help us!?

No answer. I see Dipper throw me a worried glance; and even Mabel looks a bit confused.

​​​​​​"I-it was probably just bad luck, or something." I say with a shaky laugh, then failing at my later attempts. After more slumps, I go to stand by Stan, letting Dipper take his turn. The same happens to his ball.

"What??? I was on a streak!" He protests, stepping away from the stage after several other flunks. Mabel effortlessly makes it, while Stan still shoots a hole-in-one. Coincidence? I think not.

Bill, this really isn't funny... what are you doing? I thought you were on my side. I think, furrowing my brow with concern. Still no answer.

"Hey, whaddya know! I think Mabel's talent is rubbing off on me!" Stan exclaims, putting the club behind his back. Dipper and I's eyes simultaneously twitch.

Aaaaand our game is a flop. We lose, and Mabel sings about Dipper in a dress all the way back home.

I can see that Dipper has no choice in the matter, despite the obvious lack of consent.

When we get back home, it's around twelve already, so Stan urges us to bed.

"Make sure you kids wake me up to see the new and improved Dipper!" He hollers as we lumber up the stairs. Dipper groans, shutting the door behind us. I cast him a look of pity, but he just plops face-first onto his bed, while Mabel peacefully is able to sink into sleep as painlessly as she won the game.
Once I hear her snores, I try to spark up a conversation.

"Hey, uh, Dip?"

"Nuuuggghhhhh ......." he groans.

"I'm sorry. For, uh losing, I guess." I admit, burying my face further into my pillow.

"It's fine. Not your fault. Actually, the balls were moving really unnaturally, now that I think about it. It was really weird... actually, it seemed really weird. Maybe I should investigate." He says, and I think back to the gnomes, which are a subject I have momentarily shoved out of my mind until now. Maybe my dad wasn't being strange, afterall. But still-- gnomes??? DREAM DEMONS??? It's a bit much for me to handle at the moment.

"Or maybe just bad luck?" I try to divert the subject, biting my lip in the process.

"Possibly. But I should still look into it. For now, though, I have other things to worry about."