Wendy Corduroy stared across the counter at her charge, the fourteen-year old who needed babysitting (Wendy wondered what was up with that), was oddly quiet, and whose name was apperently Thomas.
She'd figured this was just an easy case of overprotective parents until she realized that would mean the parents had let their kid go with two thirteen-year-old children they hadn't met before this week to just outside of town where the babysitter apperently was.
Her next thought had been that the boy sitting across from her had some kind of disorder, and that was the theory she was sticking with for now. She wasn't going to say anything about it, though. It probably wouldn't make a good first impression if he didn't have a disorder.
Dipper and Mabel had left just as soon as she agreed to babysit the kid and the two of them had nothing to talk about. So they sat across from the counter in silence. It was incredably awkward.
"Sooo, um, do you have a favorite color?"
Thomas (Bill, as we know him) snorted.
"Everyone has a favorite color, even if they don't realize it. There's always one color they either hate the least or like the most. Mine's y-blue. What's yours?"
"Plaid." Answered Wendy.
"Plaid isn't a color."
"Sure it is."
"You can't buy a plaid colored pencil from the store."
"I can't buy any colored pencils from the store. I spent all my extra money on a present for my brother last week."
"Plaid is an arangement of colors."
"Nothing you can say will change my mind. Plaid is my favorite color."
"I think I know what is and what isn't a color."
"Your favorite color is yellow. You don't know anything about color."
"I'VE BILLIONS OF YEARS OF EXPERIENCE! I KNOW WHAT STUPID COLORS LOOK LIKE!"
A millisecond later there was an axe half an inch away from Bill's face.
"What did you just say?" Wendy's voice was low and threatening.
"Nothing, I-,"
Quarter of an inch.
"Don't lie to me. What did you say?"
"You're a good lie detector."
Sixth of an inch.
"I've had a jerk boyfriend, don't avoid the question. What did you say?"
"I have a good explaination."
"You'd better."
"I'm going to die whatever I say, aren't I?"
"That depends on what you say, so choose your words wisely."
"I may have some relation to Bill Cipher."
Eighth of an inch.
"What kind of relation?" She asked.
"Hallia." He said with the same tone you'd use to swear.
Tenth of an inch.
Bill blanked. He was scared. Understandable. He feared for his life.
"What kind of relation?"
Silence.
Twelfth of an inch.
"What kind of relation?"
Silence.
Forteenth of an inch.
Mabel tackled Wendy.
"The heck?"
Her axe fell, and though it missed his face, it caused a sizeable cut on Bill's lower left arm.
"Mabel!"
Wendy was up again, and she lunged for her axe.
Bill picked it up first.
"Hello, my Ice Queen." He smirked. He was more confident with a wepon in his hands, though, even with his billions of years of experience, he'd never wielded an axe before. It had always seemed to him like a wepon for butes, where he prefered a sword.
Or he'd just use magic.
He usually just used magic.
"Bill Cipher," Wendy spat the name like a curse.
"The one and only." Bill responded amicably, throwing his arms wide.
"Guys!" Mabel shouted.
The two of them turned.
"Stop! Don't fight!"
"I wasn't going to fight her. She's the one who held an axe to my face."
"You turned me into a tapestry!"
Mabel winced. She'd nearly forgotten about that.
"Bill's good now! Well, he's trying to be at least. We're giving him a second chance."
Wendy frowned.
"How much power does he have?"
"He doesn't-,"
"Pyrokenesis."
Mabel looked suprised.
"I thought you said...,"
"I lied. I'm sorry, Sh-Mabel."
They made eye contact, and the look on Mabel's face gave him a feeling that was like being punched in the gut.
She took a deep breath.
"What's Pyrokenesis?"
"Fire powers. It's incredably difficult for me to use them though."
Mabel looked away. She turned to Wendy.
"Just don't destroy him, okay?"
Then she walked out, taking all of Bill's hopes with her.
He figured it was only fair.
After all, he'd demolished hers.
Oooooh! Two chapters in one day...well, technically two days, but in my opinion 12:30 AM should count as the same day.