Bill Cipher X Reader

Part 3: The Haunted House

2nd POV
You and Wendy were riding to the haunted house when Wendy spoke up. 
"So um dude question," She asked sheepishly. weird. 
"shoot." 
"So you know how sometimes like Lee and Nate pretend flirt with eachother," Wendy said looking away from you. 
"mhm?" What was she trying to tell you? 
"i'm bisexual!" Wendy blurted out then covered her mouth and started crying. You pulled to the side of the road turning both your blinkers on and hugged her tight. 
"You're still my best friend dummy," Wendy looked at you tears in her eyes and hugged you even tighter. 
The rest of the ride was a comfortable silence. When you got to the house Tambry and Robbie were behind a tree obviously making out. Nate and Lee were wrestling and Thompson was eating popcorn watching Lee and Nate. You smiled to yourself. It was a sweet moment. One that of course Wendy had to ruin. 
"LETS GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" She yelled in her best manly voice. You smiled and walked with the gang. Looking around the halls you got lost in thought. It looked like something you used to know. Your dad would take you to haunted houses sometimes to practice your powers. You were always fussy about it though. If you had one more chance you'd probably do things much differently. But that is a very common thought process. You never know what you have until its gone. And deep down you knew if you got even one minute with him you would tell him all the things you never got to say. But everything happens for a reason. You tell yourself. Youre stronger now. 
"Y/N!!!!!!!" That snapped you out of your thoughts quicker than a slap to the back of the head. 
"huh yes?" you look around and realize you were about to walk into a wall with spikes coming out of it. 
"Oh thanks Robbie." you smiled at him and kept walking. The second you got a chance you went off on your own to sit in the corner. Not to cry or to scream. But to watch. You saw things no one else saw. You could see the ghosts flying around happily. Living like it was just another day. Dancing and drinking. And then the pain hit you hard in the chest. Like an arrow piercing your heart. You never saw your dads ghost. And that had only one explanation. He went to hell. Tears waterfalled out of your eyes. 'He wasn't a bad person' you try and calm yourself. 'He wasn't.' What seemed like hours of calming your own pain you got up to go find your crew and leave. You had someone you needed to talk to. 

Short and Painful. im sorry

IM SORRY I HAD TO