I Dream of Disney (Volume II)

Possession is Nine-Tenths of the Law [Bill Cipher x Reader] Part III

[Dedicated to Im_a_human06 and starbrightnight12.]

Part III - In which Board Games are Discovered to be Dangerous

Adryan smiled, "Hey. Do you mind if we play?"

There was something not quite right about her. It might have been the mocking tilt of her glossy, bloodred lips; the uncanny luminescence of the blue veins spiderwebbed beneath her pale skin; the flaring quiver of her upturned nostrils beneath her intense brown eyes, framed by eyelashes darkened with mascara until it looked like two dying venus flytraps or the fact that her choppy blonde hair looked like the victim of a shark attack. Despite this eerieness, I did not run away when she nodded her head shortly and gestured to the open seats around the games table. It was already brimming with heads of different social circles - nerds, goths, drama geeks, prom queens and sports addicts - but they accepted us graciously as Adryan and I took seats. Almost instantly, we were handed different-coloured buffs by some of the techies who were eagerly trying to earn their keep.

"Thanks," I said mechanically.

"So," Adryan hummed as he tied the green sash around his wrist," What are we playin'?"

"Trivial Pursuit," The blonde girl said with a sharp jut of her head.

The trivia game was spread out on the expensive glass table: separate cards that were filed into different categories, each given different difficulty. The girl, who seemed to be the ringmaster since she automatically restarted the game for us, explained the rules. I found myself drifting off during her words, finding interest in small things about myself that I had overlooked: the way my fingers tingled against the cold glass surface of the table, the gentle curving of my skin that looped and looped again into a crop circle at my fingertips: a genetic profile completely unique to my own; the weight of my shoes seemed heavier; the dizziness in my head perplexing and distorting. 

"Got that?" The blonde remarked.

"Yeah!" Adryan cheered in his excitable drunken way, his floppy auburn fringe cutting into his vision, "I am so psyched for this!"

I felt pressured to reply, "Yay."

"Great. There're four teams of two: Red, Green, Blue and Yellow," The blonde girl explained, batting her hair out of her bloodshot eyes, "Alec and I are on the Blue Team," She gestured dismissively to the geeky-looking boy at her side who smiled broadly at us, showcasing his braces, "He's on the debate team. Then there's Charlie and Megs over there, the Red Team, and Mike and Sandra, the Yellow Team. You guys can be the Green Team." 

The girl then revealed a die which she pulled from the pocket of her white jeans: the cube was distressed with age and shone in a strange ruby-coloured hue, almost as if she had stolen it from Vegas and smeared it with her cheapest lipstick. With a practised shake of her hand, she rolled the die and set it scrambling across the table which had been designated to the Yellow team. Sandra, a girl with dark eyeshadow and purple highlights in her black hair, called out the number. 

"Five," Sandra said, sounding impressed.

The Yellow team then rolled. The boy, named Mike, shot the die so furiously across the table that it shot over the sleek tabletop and skidded onto the pinewood floors. After a hurried moment of scrambling to get the die, and a hasty recall for another throw of the die, Sandra rolled a two.

"Bad luck," Adryan said chipperly, flexing his wrist in preparation.

Charlie was the one to roll from the Red Team. The athletic guy managed to throw to match the Blue Team's score of five. With a cocky smile, the athlete pushed the die across the table in our direction and an over-enthusiastic Adryan scooped it into his hands. The teen started shaking it so intensely that it looked like he was shuffling a Boggle cube. After thirty fervent seconds of teeth-grinding shaking of the die, he opened his palm towards me and winked.