~"Connection" (Bill Cipher X Reader)~

003

    Ping Ping

   You woke up to your phone slamming with notifications.  You looked over at your desk. Strange enough, there was a note. Your curiosity was clawing at your stomach, but the comfort of you bed made you not want to get up.
   
   Your curiosity got the better of you. You sat up, throwing off the covers, cool air rushed around you. You shivered as you set your feet on the cold hardwood floor. You quickly got up and snatched the note, jumping back into your bed.
  
   You read the note rather quickly. You realized it wasn't just a dream and he was calling you "Kitten".
  
   "What the-"
   
   "(Y/N)~!" The all-too-familiar voice of your best friend, Morgan, sang at your door. You smiled.
  
   "Just a second, Professor McKinley, I have to get dressed!!" You called out.

   You and Morgan McKinley have been best friends since 6th grade, where you and her played in "Jingle Jury", a Christmas Trial set up by your all-time favorite teacher, Mrs. Beverly Brooks.
  
   You put on a pair of blue jeans with a black tank top.

   "Alright, Morg, get your ass in here." You called, chuckling. Morgan came in with a smile on her face, tackling you in a hug.
   
   "I've been so dead inside. Look, just because Calvin made that threat, doesn't mean you can just abandon me!!" Morgan exaggerated, flopping on your bed. You sat next to her, note still in hand.
   
   "Calvin is an asshole, but  a scary asshole. If he threatened to shoot me just because of my disagreement with his Lord and Savior, Robbie, means he's probably going to." You explained. Morgan noticed the note in your hand.
  
   "Ooh~! What's that?"
   
   "Just a random note."
   
   She snatched it out of your hand. She gazed at it in awe.
   
   "The penmanship is perfect, not to mention anonymous. I don't know anyone with those initials." Morgan said. "And they're calling you 'Kitten'?!? Is it your online sugar daddy?!!" Morgan joked. You hit her.
  
   "No! It's just a random note. Nothing much. Probably just someone being weird." You said, stealing the note back. Morgan stared at you.
  
"I think someone isn't telling me something." Morgan said.

(A/N: She knows of your power, yes)
 
  "Okay! You got me! The jig is up!" You joked. "I had a crazy dream that a hot Banana-tophat-man came to me. His name is Bill Cipher." You said. Morgan looked at you...
 
"..."

"...."

"BILL-AND-(Y/N)-SITTIN'-IN-"

"GAHH! NO, MORGAN!! BE QUIET!" You whisper-yelled.

"But why!? IT'S TIME TO CELEBRATE YOU NOT BEING SINGLE!!"

"DAMNIT, MORGAN, I'M STILL SINGLE AND IT WAS ONE DREAM!!"

"I KNOW, I'M TEASING!!"

"WHY ARE WE STILL SCREAMING?"

"I DON'T KNOW!!!"

   And with that, you two died laughing. Morgan smiled at.

   "So, Beth and I are a thing now." Morgan deadpanned. It took you a minute to register.

    "?"

   "Beth Smith, from New York!"

   "New York..? You've been on Tinder again, haven't you?"

   "Can't hide it from you, Judge (L/N)." Morgan swept her blonde hair back, the neon green highlights bright as ever. Her green-blue eyes topped it all off. You loved the way all her outfits tied together. Today it was a black and green hoodie with black shorts and bright green socks with her black converse.

   "Beth's a lucky girl, I know!" Morgan joked. "Especially since she's BS."

   It took you a second. "Morgan. That joke was the best thing I've heard all week. Besides the fact that Kim Kardashian memes are coming back."

   "THEY ARE?"

   "No. Sadly."

   Morgan punched you. "Okay. I'm bored. Let's go see Wendy, eh?"

  "Sure." You paused. "Wait, I'm boring?!"

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Oumagod. (Ha pun intended) frikkin finally. These chapters are so godsdam short compared to what I want to read, man.

Anywho, once I get a computer, I WILL write longer, better chapters.

Word Count: 657

That's it. Goodbye, love ya, bitches!

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