Your eyes slowly peel open in the early hours of the morning, 10am to be exact. You're comforted by a certain demon-turned-human figure beside you in the sleeping bag. You both had stayed in the same position through the night though you can see that his hair is a little messier than it was yesterday. You stay like this for another 10 minutes or so because it is honestly rather comfy. You can still smell the charcoal and mint on him and wonder for a moment where the smell comes from. Cologne wouldn’t make sense.
After getting tired of lying still, you somehow manage to wiggle your way out of the sleeping bag without waking Bill. It takes some skillful maneuvering to not kick him in the face by accident. You sigh once free and run a hand through your (H/L) hair. It’s about as messy as Bill’s. You yawn slightly and stand up, but then your entire body freezes as you see Dipper is already awake and now staring at you. You look at him then down to Mike then back to him. “You saw everything, didn’t you?”
“You mean, you all snuggled up into him? Yes.” You feel like you lose a few years off your life. “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna tell Mabel…” He laughs lightly and hops off his own bed. “Come on, I’m not even close to being that evil. Just be glad Mabel didn’t wake up before you.” You sigh in relief and feel like your soul just came back to your body. You smile slightly and ruffle his hair which gives you a slightly annoyed glance. “Thanks Dip. I’ll thank the stars later that Mabel didn’t. I’m gonna go and get ready.” He nods and you head off on your way.
You take a quick shower as well as wash your hair, drying it with a hair dryer and combing it out. You didn’t bring your toothbrush, because you obviously hadn’t expected being here for a night, but you can live one day without brushing your teeth. By the time you are ready for the day, Mabel is awake as well as Mike. Stanley calls everyone down for breakfast a few minutes later so you all head to the dining room.
Stancakes having already been placed around the table, you take a seat at one of the chairs and Mike decides to take a seat beside you. Mabel sits on the left of Mike and Dipper sits to your right. Everyone dives into their Stancakes with enthusiasm, considering you are all probably hungry from last night's game. Mike keeps giving you looks out of the corner of his eye and you try to ignore it for a bit until you realize he’s staring at you. You have to look back at him to get him to stop and he turns his focus back to his breakfast.
“So, Mike and I are going to go shopping today for some new clothes and then I have to head home to clean up the windows and everything so I probably won’t be around for a few days.” Mabel gave a whine of protest but Dipper seems understanding of it, so he just gives a light nod. “But (Y/N), there’s so much more we could’ve done! Come on, we haven’t seen you since forever ago!” You roll your eyes with a small smile. She is right of course, you haven’t really visited the Shack casually since before Weirdmaggedon. “Mabel, I can’t stay here forever. And I promise once I finish around my place, I’ll come back around and hang out more. Pinky promise.” You hold out your pinky to her and she takes it excitedly with a huge grin to show off her braces. “Ok, fine!”
After another few minutes of eating breakfast, you wrap things up and bid goodbye to everyone. Ford, in his usual fashion, reminds you to keep your mind on fixing the barrier. You haven’t been very focused on making your ‘glue’ as of late, but you promise him that you will work with your ingredients back home to see what you can spring up. By the time you finish talking to him, Mike is whining about leaving.
“You act like you’re going to die if you don’t get out of the Shack soon enough.” You roll your eyes as you and Bill start to make your trek through the forest towards town. “And you act like I have no reason to hate going there.” Bill crosses his arms defiantly. You take a pause for a moment to realize something. “Yeah, you...actually have a good point there. I guess I can’t force you to like them.”
“Nice to see you’re finally seeing things my way.” Bill smirks at you which makes all sympathy for him diminish in the point of a second. You sigh. “Don’t forget you also tried to destroy the entire world. I’m just saying that your hate is justified since they tried to kill you. That doesn’t mean they didn’t have a good reason to try.” You duck under a tree branch, now getting into the thick part of the forest. “Does that mean I get to hate you too?” You blink a few times in befuddlement. “What reason would you have to hate me?”
“Other than the fact that you tried to kill me last night?” He sneers at you and you stop walking entirely, turning to look at him with a raised brow. “What?” You run through the entirety of the night, which only consisted of Truth or Dare, and wonder what you could’ve possibly done to make him think you tried to kill him. “What do you mean ‘what’? You fed me poison!” You stare at him with a blank look for a good 2, 3 long seconds until you finally realize what he is talking about. The Wasabi.
You can’t help yourself and end up bursting out into loud, uncontrollable laughter. You get a glimpse of Bill looking at you like you just told him he is the ugliest being you’ve ever met. You hunch over and hold your stomach as you start wheezing. It takes a good minute or so to get yourself back on track, tears in your eyes as you try to regain all the breath you lost. You wipe a tear from your eye and finally look at Bill who appears about to pop a gasket.
“Bill, thanks for the laugh, but Wasabi won’t kill you. See, we have some foods that are extremely spicy and extremely cold. Wasabi is something that is meant to make it feel like your mouth is on fire, some people really like it that way. Not to say everyone does, I certainly don’t, but it exists. The worst it will do to you is give you a stomach ache if your body doesn’t agree with it.” He stares at you. “...Oh.”
After that embarrassing conversation, embarrassing for Bill in any case, you both make your way to town about 20 minutes later. There aren't many people on the street but those that are go out of their way to avoid you. Bill seems to take notice of this but he doesn’t say anything, and you just do your best to keep your head down and ignore them until you both make it to the shop.
“Ok, Bill, time to make you look normal.” With a look that makes it seem like you’ve already been shopping for hours, Bill follows you deeper into the clothing shop. You pick random pieces off the rack that you think will fit him and look good, mostly solid colors and jeans, but you also manage to find some shorts and designed shirts that could work. You show him a black t-shirt with multicolored mountains with a bear walking through them. “How’s this?”
After a short few minutes, dread starts to rise up your spine. You wander your way through the racks to make your way deeper into the men’s section. You take a deep breath and peek around a corner, letting it out as a sigh of relief once you don’t see anyone on this particular row. You walk down it and pause near the end, flickering through the options. You don’t want to linger so you grab a random pack and toss it over to Bill. He fumbles with it but manages to hold it in his grip, confusion creeps to his features.
‘What is this for?” He holds it up by the edge. You internally wince and run a hand down your face. “It’s men's undergarments. You wear it under whatever jeans or shorts you’re wearing.” You start leading him to a changing room so he can try all the clothing on. “But doesn’t what I’m wearing already cover the pe-” You whip around and cover his mouth. “Please don’t say it out loud!” Red starts to take over your cheeks while you slowly lower your hand. “Just trust me, you need them.”
It takes an hour, and a lot of coaching from you, but Bill manages to try everything on. Even the boxers. You manage to get him to tell you what he likes and dislikes rather than just saying he hates everything (he did try), which ends you up with a pretty good pile of clothes in your arms. Your shopping trip now over, you start to make your way to the register to purchase Bill’s new belongings.
“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Look!” Just a rack away from the front counter, you turn and look to see what Bill has found. You stare at him as he shows off his newly found eyepatch which, ironically, is triangular shaped. He has already taken the liberty of tying it around his head, now covering his left eye. “You are so not getting that.” You deadpan him and he pouts. “Aw, come on! It’s a triangle and everything!”
“You don’t even need it, you just want it because it’s triangular.” You roll your eyes, setting the clothes down on the counter as the cashier starts to ring them up. She seems to be ignoring you two’s conversation. “No, I need it because it’s triangular. Please, please, please!” He gives you cute little eyes and bats his eyelashes at you. Either he has no shame or he really wants that eyepatch. You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Ugh, fine. Just put it with the other clothes.” Victory now claimed, Bill grins gleefully and places the eyepatch atop everything else.
You get home after another hour, Bill’s clothes now tucked away in some bags the shop had given you. You grip them rather tightly once you finally see the condition your home is in. Glass is practically everywhere, both inside and outside, speckled around in the grass or covering the wooden floors like glitter. Some bugs have already taken the liberty of moving into their new home; beetles, flies, mosquitoes, the works. This is gonna be a nightmare.
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The Witch in the Woods (Bill Cipher x reader)
FanfictionA week has passed since Weirdmaggedon happened and Bill was 'defeated.' Everyone had already gone back to their normal lives under the 'forget-about-it' movement that was input. You did the same though it was less normal than everyone else's. You ha...
