Wayfarer [Bill Cipher x Reader] [REVISED]

Chapter Nine: Don' Threaten Me with a Good Time

About half an hour later, you found yourself pulling up to a small adobe ranch house, around which a small cluster of vehicles gathered. Parking the car, you made your way across the AstroTurf-covered lawn, the bits of rubber between the blades squishing underfoot as you crossed the backyard.

"Hey, you guys are here!" Spencer called out from the back patio. Beside him, a large, jolly black Lab—Rufus, presumably—wagged his tail as you approached.

"Hey there, buddy!" you cooed, leaning down to give Rufus a pat on the head. He panted, leaning into your hand. "Oh, who's the cutest boy? Who's the best boy in the world? Is it you? Is it you?"

Beside you, Bill yawned. "Awful small party you got here," he remarked to Spencer, sweeping his arms out to indicate the backyard. "This really all?"

Spencer shrugged. "I mean... yeah! For the most part. Like I said, nothing too big or fancy. Just some friends, some speakers, some beer, and some chips. Oh, speaking of chips! Have you guys eaten anything yet?" He pointed to a table on the opposite end of the patio. "Food's there, if you want any. Help yourself!"

"Food?" You removed your hand from Rufus' head, turning towards the table. "Actually, I haven't had dinner yet. Thanks!"

"Yeah, I'm starving, too. Let's see what we got here, shall we?" Bill said.

The two of you strolled over to the table, giving yourselves generous squeezes of hand sanitizer before picking up plates and digging in. You helped yourself to a few things while Bill heaped chili, chips and dip, and pizza onto his plate. He grabbed a can of beer, and the two of you made your way back over to Spencer.

Rufus' eyes lit up as he watched the two of you grab food, and he followed you guys back to your seats, his tail wagging profusely. He plopped himself down right in front of you, his warm, dark eyes staring into your soul, beseeching you for a bite.

Spencer laughed and turned to you. "Oh, don't fall for his tricks. He might be acting like he's never been fed before in his life, but trust me, he had a full meal like, an hour ago. He's fine! Don't let him fool him."

"That's a tough order to follow," you remarked. "I mean, look at him! Can I really say no to that face?"

"Well, yeah! Just don't make eye contact with him. That's how he gets you." Spencer paused. "Actually, if you do that, he'll just put his head on your leg until you look at him again, so on second thought, don't do that. Just... I dunno, find the willpower not to feed him."

You looked down at Rufus, whose eyes shone with a plaintive light. "I don't know, dude... I don't think I can hold out," you admitted. "Is there anything you'd like to warn me against feeding him?"

"Uh, besides everything? Try not to give him any of the guac. Or the grapes or the brownies." He sucked in a breath. "Those are pretty bad for dogs."

"Good to know!" You grinned and let a piece of watermelon fall from your fingers.

"What?" Spencer clutched his chest in mock outrage as Rufus rushed over to lick up the watermelon from the pavement. "How could you enable my dog like this? Think of all the treats he now feels entitled to. You should be ashamed of yourself. You!" Spencer pointed at Bill. "Stop this villain right this instant. Think of Rufus' joints!"

Bill took a sip of beer and laughed. "Me? Stop her? Nah. Go on, (Y/N). Stick it to the man. Feed the dog!"

Spencer let out a theatrically loud gasp. "No! You, too?"

"Yes, you fool! Don't you see? You've fallen into my trap!" Bill threw his head back and cackled. "Mwahahahahahaha!"

Spencer laughed. "Noooo! I—oh, shit, that's actually a pretty good evil laugh. How'd you get it like it? Did you practice?"