UnWilling Roommates (Bill x Reader x Will)

Chapter 11: Montage (part 2)

You shook your head sadly.  "Oh, Will, you're too innocent to understand.  He's trying to make me angry, so he can prove he has power over me.  If I don't let him get to me, then I have all the power."

He looked amazed.  "I don't think I've ever seen anyone get the better of him like that.  Not in thousands of years."

You smiled at him.  "I'm just special that way."  You passed him and went into your room.  Will turned to see Bill watching from the end of the hall, an unreadable expression on his face.

"She really is something else," Will heard him mutter.

Day 3: Cake

You were in your bedroom, enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet as you read a book.  You heard the doorbell ring.

"I'll get it!" you heard Bill yell.

I wonder which poor visitor he's about to traumatize, you thought, putting your book down.  Sure enough, you heard a commotion coming from the living room.

You heaved a sigh and walked out to find Bill and Zwei on the floor.  Zwei was kneeling on Bill, pinning him to the ground, hands wrapped around Bill's throat. 

"Die!  You evil triangle!  DIE!" Zwei shouted. Bill's face was turning purple, but he managed to choke out hysterical laughter.  You stood, watching, not really inclined to step in.  Eventually Bill passed out and Zwei stood up, noticing you.

"Oh... Y/N.  Hi!" he said awkwardly, his face turning red.  You glanced at Bill on the floor, then back to Zwei.

"How's it going?" you asked casually.  "I see you brought back my sugar."  The bag was left in the doorway, where Zwei had dropped it when he'd pounced on Bill.  Fortunately, it hadn't spilled.

"Was the cake any good?" you asked as you retrieved the bag and put it away.

"Actually, that's why I was here," he said, following you into the kitchen.  "We were making the cake for Drei's birthday, which is today, and we wanted to invite you to the party."

"Oh, that sounds fun!  I'd love to come!  It would be a nice break from babysitting this hyperactive man-child." you motioned to Bill, still out cold.  Zwei studied him suspiciously.

"I'm not going to ask why he's here, but why didn't he put up a fight?" he asked.  "The last time I confronted him, it did NOT go this well."

"Oh, that.  He's not allowed to use magic on others without my permission.  Basically, you could beat him up as much as you want and he can't retaliate!"  That's starting to sound like a good idea, actually...

Zwei looked like you'd just told him that Christmas would come early.  "Is... that... so?"  Then he shook his head.  "Not right now.  We've got a party to attend, after all.  Shall we?"

"Lead the way," you said.  You left your apartment with Zwei, leaving Bill unconscious on the floor.

Day 4: Actually Night 4

You awoke suddenly to find a shadow looming over you.  You reflexively punched the intruder, then flicked your bedside light on.  Bill staggered backward, holding his nose with both hands.

"Ow!" he yelled indignantly.  "What was that for?"

"You were watching me sleep!" you yelled back.  "Why are you in my room!?"

"Jeez, kid, no need to thank me or anything!" he looked hurt, and not just his nose.

"Thank you for WHAT?" you were about to lunge at him before you remembered your resolution to never get angry.  You tried again.  "Thank you for what, exactly?"

"You did recently kill two people, you know." 

You flinched at the memory.  "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?" you asked carefully.

"Haven't you wondered why you haven't had any nightmares about it?"

You paused.  Come to think of it, it actually was weird that you'd been sleeping so soundly, considering how traumatizing it had been.  "So... are you saying..."

"That's right.  And like I said, no need to thank me." his infuriating smirk was back despite his bloody nose.  "I just consider it... earning my keep."

You stared at him for a long time, contemplating.  "You know what?  No.  Don't do that anymore.  If I have any nightmares, it's because I've earned them.  If I were to let you keep doing this, it would be like... cheating."

He looked surprised for a moment, then recovered his smirk.  "Suit yourself, kid.  Don't say I didn't warn you."

You turned the light off and lay back down.  "And stay out of my room."

There was no answer.  Either he had already left, or he was staring at you in silence.  You didn't turn the light back on to check.

It took you a long time to get back to sleep.  When you did, sure enough, you were tormented by the memories of Dipper and Mabel's deaths.  In the morning you woke up exhausted, but strangely satisfied.

Bill was nowhere to be seen.  You tried not to feel disappointed.