Sorry this is so late. I'v been in a bit of an writing slump. I'll try to do better in the future.
Mabel was shaking like a leaf. The shop was open, and she was working, meaning that whoever Bill had set to be her new boyfriend would come and talk to her any moment. It was terrifying to look around the store, almost all of the customers where people nowhere near her age, several of them being the elderly starting a busy day of traveling.
All night she had been tossing and turning in her bed, unable to sleep. Thousands of horrible possibilities for things to go wrong where flying through her head, scaring her more and more with each passing thought. Her main concern was why she trusted Bill? She knew very well that he was not a trustworthy person, yet she still made a deal with the demon. Every time it crossed her mind she would scold herself. It was the biggest mistake she had ever made, and it was a deadly one.
A couple of costumers approached the counter, holding various knickknacks and other pieces of merchandise, distracting Mabel from her dark thoughts that had been relentlessly plaguing her mind. Still, she would catch herself worriedly glancing over at the snow globes as she worked. They were quick, subconscious glances that would be just enough to remind her of her terrible fate.
Glancing at the clock she saw it was almost an hour after the shop had opened. Where was this mystery guy? Didn't Bill say around opening time? Could she have somehow gotten the day wrong? She went over Bills words in her head to making sure she had everything right. Perhaps she heard him wrong? Maybe he-
"Can you help me with this snow globe?"
The question rang in her ears like a gun shot, and effectively halted all of her thoughts. That was THE question, meaning the person who asked it would be her new boyfriend. She knew that voice, it was one she grew quite acquainted to during her stays in gravity falls. She didn't want to look, to confirm her fears, but she knew she had to, there was no other choice.
"Mcgucket" She choked out in barely a whisper.
Indeed, standing before her, with a snow globe trapped in his beard, was old man Mcgucket. Her mind went wild with denial and horror. No way could it have been Mcgucket, there had to be a mistake. The guy had managed to get a snow globe stuck in his beard for crying out loud! This couldn't have been happening to her. This was insane and possibly illegal!
"Bahaha! Shooting Star your face is priceless!"
Mabel spun around, expecting to see the small triangle demon, not some tall blond with a fancy suit on. She was in shock, not because she didn't recognize it was Bill, but because she did not expect anything other than his little yellow triangle form. Yet here she was, standing there and looking at the humanized dream demon with a dumbfounded look on her face.
"Can't keep your eyes off me Shooting Star? Can't say that I blame you, this body is pretty nice." Bill teased. "You're going to have to get used to it though because I am not switching forms anytime soon."
Mabel looked at him with a mixture of anger and confusion. "Bill? What are you doing here? Why do you look like that?" She paused a moment as she remembered the old man behind her. "Why would you set me up with old man Mcgucket?" She screeched the question at the blond.
He looked at her with a knowing grin, his hands folded behind his back as he began to walk around Mabel. "I came here because I needed to, I look like this thanks to the blood you gave me, and I didn't set you up with Mcgucket."
Mabel, who had been spinning around to watch him, stopped abruptly. "Wait, what? You said that whoever asked for help with a snow globe would be the person I'm dating."
"That was a joke." Bill stated in matter-of-fact tone. "I wanted a good laugh, and you provided it."
Mabel looked at him in shock. Was all of that worrying for nothing? "Well if I'm not dating Mcgucket, then who am I dating?"
Bill stopped circling around her, turning to her and leaning down until their faces where uncomfortably close. "Me."
Before there was even a chance for questions to be asked Bill tapped Mabel on the forehead. He watched as her eyelids grew heavy as she was filled with a strong desire to fall asleep. As she began to doze off she took note that she was rushing fast to meet the floor.