ALWAYS WATCHING (yandere creepypasta x reader x Bill Cipher)

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(Y/N) POV

The morning could have been a good one, the sun rise was a beautiful site for the eyes. The sky mealed in beautiful golden/yellow, solf blues, and for the two or three clouds were outline with purple/pink, and if you looked, you could see the birds flying free, careless. The sun shine on the treetop, oh, and the that breeze, it the right temperature, not to hot or cold. Everything would be nice. Now, I'm not saying I'm morning person or anything, no, I'm the opposite actually, I'm more of a night owl. They do say to enjoy the small things in life?

That was a saying my Dad would say, enjoy the small things in life, when I younger, I would just see it was just taking a step back and really look at things, you know, stop and smell the flowers. He would say this when we would go out clamping out with my family.

You never know really you miss somethings into its are taken for you. I now understand this. What the it really means, enjoy the small things, to me at least. It means to enjoy the moments with your family, friends, even if it was something as simple was eating at the table, the small talks, the walking with them. Because one day, this could a be just a memory, your loved ones, even if they are you annoying sibling, they are no going to be there forever, as much as you wish they could be. Wish just go back in time and just be there with them.

I sign thought my nose, there is no point in wishing for impossible. I looked around the car I sat in, it was a simple black, small car, I could say the name, seeing I know next to nothing about a car. On the back sit was a just cloths, food, and water, Athrought it wasn't messing no anything, at least to me. I started the car as the engine roared to life. As I started to go back on the road, I looked to the car''s radio to see it was about 6 am.

"Good morning, Penguin, how was your sleep~?" A deep, glitchy, male voice ask from my lap. "Alright bill... but you would know that. Did anything happened last night?" there, a yellow illuminati wearing a top hat and a bow tie, sat. He floated out of my lap and sat the seat beside me. "Nope, boring night."I nodded my head as we passed another town, it was small to say at least, but not in a bad way, it looked peaceful. "Well, 'boring night' is a safe night, to you really want to something to happen?" I looked to the corner of my eyes, for a second, then back at the road, Bill when to the back to get the hair brush, then he came back as I move forward. Bill move behind me was he putted my hair out for being in a plait as he begins to brush. I still have no idea why he like to brush my hair, then put it up, and he has yet to tell me, no like I care. This are be like for a year this as be going for, every day, it when like this.

I've like this, because, one- 'It' couldn't get in my head anymore, yes, I do have Bill in head, but for three year of having 'It' in your head, I think you think the same like me. Two- I could sleep without waking up in the middle of fucking nowhere, or waking up to someone trying to kidnapped me. And finally three- I had someone to talk to.

And after awhile, having Bill around, I have more of a change of having my normal like back. One where I didn't have killers breathing down my neck. Bill had finish my hair, as it was up in a bum, some pieces were out, coving my left eye. I parked at one of the food store. I climb out of the car and look down at what I was wearing. It was a simple black hoodie/coat, a grey loose turtleneck top, black jeans, and and old black combat boots. Bill followed as he always did. Not like he had a choose, seeing the cerulean (blue) glowing chain didn't let him go far, but as anything, only we could see, that being me and Bill.

We walked around the store, it wasn't that big, to say, but the thing my eyes did go to, was the tv hanging on the wall. The new was playing, that did get my attention was the murders cases not to far from here. To say, the whole block of the neighbourhood. That was not the worst of the case, of oh no, the families, all had the signs of the THEM written all over it.

I quietly pay for everything and when to the car, I jump in as Bill sat back down on the seat. I threw the food in the back and started it. All with the feeling of being watched. I got back on the road, there, I would see a black van following us.

Shit...