Fool's Gold (Bill Cipher X Reader)

Old Friends

You woke with a start. Beads of sweat dotted your forehead and you could feel the dampness of your back against the shirt you were wearing. After noticing the sun pouring in from the door and windows, you realized it was the next morning. You decided your nightmare was just that: a nightmare, and started on with your day.

You got showered and dressed and then headed down to your dad's room. It was half past eight, and he was never an early riser, so you assumed he'd still be sound asleep. Any other time, you would hate to wake him, but there were much more important matters at stake! It was breakfast time and Greasy's Diner was waiting ever so patiently for your arrival.

"Dad~" You sung, slowly opening up his bedroom door.

He was sprawled out on the bed, blankets haphazardly arranged after his restless night's sleep. A pillow rested atop of his head, leaving him to drool into the mattress. You never understood how he could sleep that way.

"Hey," You crept beside his bed and shook him gently. "You promised we'd go eat."

Your dad groaned like a child being woken up for school. "Lunch, then?"

You smiled, amused with his behavior. "You promised breakfast!"

"Okay, okay..." He rolled over on his back, revealing his face creased from a good sleep. "Give me twenty minutes."

"I'll give you fifteen."

"You drive a hard bargain, Doll."

"We don't break promises." You reminded him. "And I'm hungry. Fifteen minutes."

He laughed as he pulled himself out of bed. "Alright, fine. I bet I can be ready in ten."

"Doubt it," You teased, ducking out of the room.

"Hey, I'm buying your meal!" He called after you. "You should be nicer!"

Thirteen minutes later, the two of you were on your way. You convinced your dad to take you to Greasy's, as much as you loved it, your dad wasn't quite so fond of it.

"It's called Greasy's for a reason." He'd say.

Upon your arrival you were greeted by the ever-winking face of Lazy Susan. She poured your dad a cup of coffee and brought you apple juice and took your orders. Just as she departed with a "Sure thing, sugar," and a cheerful blink, your dad pulled out a notebook and a pen.

"What's that?" You inquired.

He glanced at you, then to the notebook. "You won't be happy about it."

"You did not bring your mysteries to breakfast."

"I did..."

"Dad!" You scolded, snatching it away from him. "This is for us to talk."

"Yes, but I found something, (Y/N). At least, I think I did."

"Then research it later."

"It's groundbreaking." His eyes sparkled with excitement, and seeing him so happy made you feel bad for dismissing him. Your father was scarcely so elated. When he was happy like that, you weren't going to be the one to bring him down. "Well, not really—but very interesting." He slid the notebook back in front of him. "You see, I read this thing online about a demon t—"