Not Normal(BillCipherXReader)

Part 21: This is not how interrogations work!

     "You better be glad my hands are tied, jack-aaaaaaahhhhhhh...." She broke off in an exasperated yell as she hung her head back. None of this was helping. Why were they even bickering again? Oh right. He called her dumb. Well, he's dumb too, so why bother defending herself? "Think Masky will realize we still have all his flannels?"

     "Maybe," Toby responded before snickering. "Ima-magine that's... that's how they find o-out we're gone." 

    "Isn't that kinda how we found out BEN was kidnapped by ghost hunters? We had snack foods in the house for once." 

     Toby nodded. Before (y/n) could respond, Ford spoke up. "Would you two stop talking?! We're trying to hold an interrogation!"

     "How are you supposed to get answers out of us if we're not talking?"

     "(You're nickname)'s got a point." Toby agreed.

     As she snickered at Ford's exasperation, she took a look at the others in the room. Stan and Wendy stood next to each other. Wendy leaned against the wall with her face hidden by her hair. (Y/n) assumed she didn't want to be here anymore. The sight of the carefree girl so distraught made her heart hurt. 

     Stan was facing Ford and the two chairs. He was probably back up if something happened and (y/n) or Toby freed themselves. At least that's what (Y/n) was assuming. 

     Mabel was on a desk, near Wendy. She must be trying to console the teen. Lastly, Dipper was near Ford, a clipboard in hand. Seems he was given the notetaking job. Perhaps she'll throw him a few hidden bones and see if he's smarter than Ford. 

     "(Y/n)!" 

     (Y/n) snapped her head to Toby, who was the one that called her name. "what?"

     "Ford asked you something."

     "oops." (Y/n) looked up at Ford, waiting for him to repeat the question. The lack of attentiveness was clearly driving him crazy. 

     "As I said, give us your REAL names."

     "I would but... you didn't say please."

     "PLEASE! Are you happy!?" Was Ford losing it? Yes, he was. and (y/n) was loving it. 

     "Never. The name is "You're. Mom.". Anything else?" 

     "I said REAL name." 

     The girl let out a loud and drawn-out groan and she slumped in her chair, like a child who wasn't getting what they wanted. Before speaking further, she turned to Toby, silently asking if he had already given out his name. With a jerk of his head, the brunette boy shrugged. He had been waiting for her to speak first. "fiinneeee...." (Y/n) looked back to Ford, a bored expression on her face. "My name is (Y/n). No last name-"

     "I tho-thought you D-DID have a... a last na-name," Toby spoke up, more of a question than a statement. 

     "Well, I DO, but uhhhh.... I don't remember it. It's changed once or twice and I never use it. I think it's (L/n)?" (Y/n) laughed at the reality of her name. Who doesn't remember their last name?

     Toby stared for a second, empathizing with her reaction. He was a little envious though. He would give anything to forget his own cursed last name. "T-Toby Roggers. N-n-need a... a middle name... name t-too?"

     "Was I even given one of those?" (Y/n) mumbled, still in her head over the mention of her last name.

     "We... we might want t-to change the... the subje-ject." Toby chirped, kicking (Y/n)'s leg the best he could to get her out of her little episode. Seeing her bounce in surprise and look around notified him he did the trick.

     Ford shook his head, recollecting his thoughts. "How about codenames? Do you have them?"

     Both teens nodded, glad to have an easy question. 

     "T-T-Ticci Toby."

     "Echo."

     "How did you get names like that?" Dipper pipped up. (Y/n) couldn't help but think he was one to talk.

     "trauma." The two captives said together.

     That seemed to shut him up and he looked back done to write down notes, making (Y/n) snicker. He was such a shy boy. "anything else you want to know?"

     Ford glanced behind him at his brother, like he was looking for support or confirmation. (Y/n) assumed this must be a touchy thing to ask. "You aren't gonna ask if we killed someone you knew, are you?"

     "Good gracious no! Not with children around!" Ford exclaimed, almost shocked by the accusation. "We just want to know how many there are of you?"

     Once again the teens were off rambling to each other. They were bouncing various names off each other and getting sidetracked by various stories that tied to each person. In turn, mentioned more names that would only be mentioned for a second before it seemed they were wiped from existence. 

     "Oh, that reminds me. Think Jack-E would want to join me and Jeff for drinks? Maybe you can convince Clockwork to join in."

     "I bet... bet she'll j-join if yo-you're there. If we... we g-get Hoodie on board, maybe Ma-asky will actually want... want to join."

     The (brunette, blonde, ginger, etc) grinned at her brother. "Think I can convince him to dance with me?"

     "bring tequila." 

     "When do I not?" 

     The two broke down laughing and it only raised in volume when they saw the flabbergasted looks on their captors. As she laughed and dragged on the interrogation, not letting them get any real information, she suddenly felt this odd feeling. It felt like something was off. Imbalanced. Someone was missing. "Hey... Where's Bill?"

     As if on cue, there was a loud bang, like something being thrown or rammed against a wall upstairs. 

     Everyone's gaze turned to the old door leading out of the basement. Despite what anyone would think, it hadn't fallen off its hinges. Another bang shook the door. On the third one, Stan was running up the door to open it before the force behind it cost him precious dollars by replacing the frame. With the door open, Stan started back down, each one creaking as he stepped down. "I'm not letting that floating nuisance take down my door, Ford. You better hope the barrier will keep him up there."

     "It's pure unicorn hair all around the basement, he didn't get through it during Weirdmageddon, he won't get through it-" Before Ford could finish his sentence, the sight of a chair flying down the stairs cut him off.

     "I CAN STILL THROW THINGS!" Bill screamed from the top of the stairs. (Y/n) couldn't see him, but she could practically feel the anger radiating off of him. His voice was a pitch higher as well. "WHEN I GET MY HA-"

     "Bill!" (Y/n) screamed, cutting him off. "Calm down!"

     To everyone's surprise, Bill listened. Ford looked up the stairs at the quiet demon. His blonde hair was over one of his eyes and his face was tinted red from what he assumed was anger. Bill growled and tried to punch the invisible barrier, resulting in him falling backward.

     "It's fine, Bill!" (y/n) continued, screaming up to the man. She had her fingers crossed that her next words would bring back the right memories. "Just relax... How about you go have some of that weird tea of yours!"

     Silence filled the room for a moment as everyone waited for Bill's response. The sound of water dropping was deafeningly loud now. (y/n) tried to move his wrists again, the rough texture of the rope hurting her wrists. She tried to pick at it with her nail before finally becoming discouraged. That would take too long. The sound of movement upstairs caught her attention again. "It won't be a very fun tea party without you, darling," Bill called down before he snapped his fingers.