Operation: Matchmaking Bill Cipher [MaBill]

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so ok guys i feel like i haven't updated for ages and i haven't checked the last chapter... bill might have said some info below that was already mentioned in the last chapter, idk..... if none, then just ignore... if there was, then ignore, too... but if you wanna comment it, then you're free to go ☁️💖

She wanted to close her eyes when a gust of wind passed by, making the atmosphere cooler—but with the view in front of her? Her eyes refused to close, even for just a minute. She didn't care about the air now.

She just admired the beautiful, spectacular view in front of her. Waterfalls. Waterfalls with its crystal blue water, with the lake resulting to be transparent. Mabel could already sense it was deep and fresh, and she wanted to bathe immediately.

But then she took note of the plants first. The vines were shaped in what looked like a sort of tapestry—but of course, it wasn't a tapestry. Tapestry or not, it was beautiful. The vines were majestic, what more with the jasmines and the wisterias?

She captured the view in her mind—a memory to be kept forever.

"Do you like it?" Bill asked, floating right next to her. "I sort of found this thing a hundred years ago, and then it died, and someone else found it and took care of it and—"

"This is beautiful," Mabel blurted out, not minding Bill's statement. She removed her shoes and went near the lake. She actually knelt, looming over the water, her reflection meeting her; just like in one of your Disney Princess Movie.

She was about to take off her sweater when Bill shouted: "WHOA RIGHT THERE, MISS! What are you doing?!" He complained, forcing her to not take off her sweater.

Mabel gave him a glare. "What?! I want to go for a swim!"

"B–But y–you—you can't just—" He covered his eye as half of his body turned pinkish red. "Gah! Whatever! Do whatever you want, stupid, imbecile... Girl..."

"Watch your mouth, genius," Mabel said, now continuing to take off her sweater. "I'm wearing a shirt underneath and a tank top under the shirt. What, do you think I'm stupid enough to actually show my body to you?"

Um, yes? Maybe? Bill thought, but then shook his mind instantly. He started to respect Mabel—well, in his own little way, that is. He won't do anything to disrespect the girl.

Blinking his eye, he started to process what he just thought. Was he actually being nice? To Mabel, even?

He didn't want this. Be nice to someone arrogant and mean? Well, okay, Mabel was a good girl in her own little way, and Bill was a demon. What a demon wants to do is to kill that good little girl, or at least kill the good vibe in her. But at which he cannot understand, he doesn't want to do it.

"Bill?" Mabel asked, now waist-deep into the water.

Bill blinked. He didn't realize that he was already staring. "I'm sorry. What is it, again?"

A small, subtle yet amazing laugh made him smile a bit. A bit. "I said staring's annoying!" She then splashed the water around her, making her look like a stupid, 3-year-old kid, but nonetheless, she also looked adorable. "Well?"

He rolled his eye. Without saying a word, he dashed off backwards, making Mabel understand him. She moved to one side as Bill made his top hat disappear, and with an unbelievable mass of speed, he zoomed and did the biggest cannonball the both of them had ever seen in their life.

Mabel didn't know how much time has passed. The stars slowly disappeared, and she could see pinkish and orange-y skies above her. The clouds appeared like feathers, only with few amount in the sky, it still looked aesthetic. Birds went by and by, chirping melodies of simplicity.

Her eyes were slowly drooping. She didn't know how much long she was in the water, but it didn't matter. The water was warm, making her relax... And sleepy.

Bill seemed to notice this. He chuckled a bit and lifted her up, bridal style. Good thing drowsiness took up her consciousness, because she didn't blush. She only closed her eyes as Bill sang a song about demons eating most monsters, or maybe making them slaves. Whatever song that was, she didn't like it.

She groaned and tilted her head. "I don't like that song."

"I like it," Bill said, "it's fun to sing."

She then groaned. Where were the lullabies of the birds? Why did they suddenly disappear? Where did Bill go—the kind of Bill that stayed with her from three AM to what-time-it-is-right-now just to humor her? Why has he being annoying again?

Mabel decided to ignore him, still closing her eyes to search for peace. It didn't take a while for her to reach home, which was surprising. Or maybe it was just because she fell asleep.

Bill placed her on the couch before knocking on the door.

It took about 6 knocks before someone opened the door. Mabel opened one eye and saw a furious Dipper Pines, clenching a fist as he eyed Bill and then Mabel, as if they were his own masterpiece and he couldn't figure out what was wrong with them—he just knows there's something off.

With that clenched fist and tightened jaw, Mabel sprung to her feet and went to Bill's side. With an uneasy grin, she greeted, "Hey Dip Dop! Mornin' to you, mornin' to you!"

"Dipper, what's taking you so long? And call your sister, will 'ya?" Stan's voice boomed from the inside, probably coming from the kitchen. "We're going somewhere today, and she'd better be ready."

It almost made her curse, but—you know—don't curse, whatsoever.

Dipper took a deep breath, just to control his own anger. "Where have you been, Mabel? I said I was going to have a chat with you about—about"—he glared at Bill and grunted—"I'll cover you up for Grunkle Stan and Great Uncle Ford, but now you have to fill me in with two details."

"Nothing happened," Mabel abruptly replied. Dipper didn't like that response.

"Just go in."

"Nothing happened."

"Mabel, just go inside!" He massaged his temples as Mabel obliged.

Bill started to float away, but Dipper called him. He turned around and raised a brow; that was all he ever had. "Let's talk later."

Dipper scowled. "Later? What do you mean by that?"

He shrugged and said, "I dunno. Maybe I'll stalk you? Maybe I'll leave you a message? Maybe we'll have a debate? Maybe you'll give me a monologue before I crush your last breath? Honestly, Pine Tree, there are many possibilities." He locked eyes with the fuming guy, and considering he was Mabel's twin, he cleared his throat. "Okay, what?"

"I don't want you hanging out with my sister." He averted his gaze. "You may be nice to her, but deep inside, you may be planning something evil. No matter how nice you are now, you are a demon yourself."

Bill was about to retort but his tongue refused to. Somehow, Dipper was right. He was planning something. He was choosing the yin of this world's yang (whatever that meant). He was planning to take over the world, maybe having Mabel as her queen. Wait, scratch that. He thought of nothing including Mabel.

But still, if he had Mabel for his queen, would she enjoy that? 101% no. No.

With the words of Dipper still processing in his mind, he hasn't noticed that Dipper had left him alone, still thinking about the statement; the words sinking into his mind, as if his mind had quicksand.

He felt guilty.

A demon felt guilty.

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i haven't updated fOR AGES WHOOOOOOOO LAME BUT FOR ME IT'S OK TOO HAHAHA WHAT OK OK BYEEEEE

ps.: exams are the worst tho but fortunately i survived and somehow passed