Blighted (Bill Cipher x Reader)

The Diner

"Gracie?" You call, sitting down in front of your Lucky Charms filled bowl.

  "What's up hon?" Gracie smiles, doing the dishes.

  "Do you think i need therapy?" You ask, shoving a spoonful of cereal in your mouth.

Gracie pauses, looking back at you with a concerned, sad facial expression.

  "Why would i think that?" She asks slowly.

You continue feeding your face hole, shrugging.

  "I keep having rather grotesque and gory dreams, and i see things out of the corner of my eye. I may be going crazy." You gulp.

She laughs.

  "Well if you're that crazy you need to see a psychiatrist. But i'm sure it's just because of the horror movies you keep watching." She giggles.

You look down.

  "We don't have a TV...." You mumble to yourself, pretending it didn't bother you, even though it did. 

She smiles and ruffles your hair.

  "What was that?" She smiles.

  "Nothing. I'm gonna stay home today and write. Is that okay?" You ask, lifting your bowl up and putting it in the sink.

  "Of course. I'll be at Susan's' till 9. Why don't you stop by? You can call over Mabel and Dipper and talk over pie." She says, rather cheery.

  "Yeah, okay." You nod, walking up the stairs.

  "See you later!" Gracie waves, walking out the door.

You nod and head to your room, falling onto your bed.

You sigh loudly, thought spilling out of your ears, out of your over-clustered brain. 

  "Everythings changed...." You say aloud.

  "Everything about me has changed since i moved here." You say, rolling onto your side.

Sir. Squishy-Face floats onto your bed in front of you and you pet him softly, his squishy body making you smile.

Why on earth did Bill get you an octopus again? 

Ah, who cares. Bill was just being sweet, thats all...

Or maybe this Octopus is one of his hired assasins....

Nah

  "Can you contact Bill? I'm bored." You ask the small creature.

It squeaks in reply.

  "Do it." You nod.

It floats onto the wall, sticking to it with its small tentacles. Light blue ink stretched from his body, forming a large circle with the triangle in the center, symbols surrounding it. He lets go of the wall and floats beside you. You stand in front of the wall and look at it.

  "Bill?" You ask aloud.

No reply.

  "Bill please. I know your in there." You say, a bit louder.

Nothing.

For some odd reason, your heart shattered and you felt alone.

You looked down and sighed, with a rather shaky breath.

  "Why did i even bother." You mumble.

Bill isn't your friend

He doesn't want your friendship