Down With the Deals (Bill Cipher x Reader) [Discontinued]

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Last Chapter-

You dropped down into a dark room. Ford was standing there, looking into the darkness. You ask Ford, "What do we do now?" Ford turns back with a terrified expression, "We should hurry!-"

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The basement was cold, and every time you breathed out you could see your breath. Ford took the lead and went ahead. The room was filled with cracked windows and its walls were covered in ivy. The air grew heavier the further you walked down and the colder it got, and the only sound was the echo of your footsteps against the cold stone floor. As you cautiously explored the basement, your heart raced with anticipation. Suddenly, a chilling gust of wind extinguished all the lanterns that illuminated the place, plunging you into complete darkness. But Ford wasn't easily deterred. With quick thinking, Ford pulled out a trusty flashlight, casting an eerie glow across the room. "Are you serious!? You had that flashlight all along?" Ford nervously chuckled, "I-I just remembered about it..." You disappointedly sighed, "Well, I guess what works what works..."

Jet and Jerry ran up to you with a concerned looks on their faces and another man, looking in his 20s, just like Jerry. Though the man looked like Al Yankovic but with black hair. The man finally spoke up, "Oh goodness! I was found! Please tell me Jerry didn't perform the show..." Ford looked back in surprising interest at the man. You look at his name tag, "Jeff." You shake his hand and say, "My name is Y/N. Don't worry, I covered for you and Jerry." Jeff makes a relieved sigh, you noticed how shaky he was, "Goodness! Thank you! Jerry here is such a bad comedian..." You shrug but Ford reminds everyone, "Isn't there a ghost?" Jeff shakily says, "Goodness, yeah, there is one."

Ford turns back with his flashlight in hand. Floated a giant ghostly figure, its ethereal presence sending shivers down your spine. With a tense grin, trying to hide your fear with a smile, you turned to Ford and whispered, "I don't have much experience with ghosts..." A translucent figure materialized before you and everyone else. Jerry was the one who had the most scared look. The figure took up the whole basement space and... Didn't say anything. His eyes were blankly white. Jerry had always been a skeptic when it came to the supernatural, but as he stood face to face with the ghostly figure before him, his skepticism wavered. The ghostly figure, translucent and shimmering, seemed oddly familiar to him. Jerry's voice trembled as he mustered the courage to speak, "W-wait... Is that... You? Jack?"

The ghost's eyes widened and swooshed to normal as he realized who they were, and a faint smile formed on its transparent face. "Jerry, Jet, Jeff! My old friends!" The ghost happily exclaimed, his voice carrying an otherworldly echo. Ford looked at you with a surprised face. You looked back at Ford with the same expression of, "Hold on, what?"

"Haha! I'm so happy to see 'ya guys! How long has it been since we last saw each other?" The ghost thought to himself out loud in his last sentence. Jet, confused, stood there in shock, "Wait, Jack? I thought you left the job!" Jack scratched the back of his head, "Ah, well. I kinda did, died in an elevator." Jeff shouted out, "GOODNESS WHAT!?" Jack tried to calm Jeff down and said, "Wait! It's a simple story!" The ghost turned to you and Ford, "Ah, and sorry for scaring 'ya guys. Let me explain..."

Jack sat down on a wooden crate and everyone else gathered around him, he invited you and Ford to sit down to listen to his story too. Ford took out a sketchbook and pencil and looked up and down from Jack to his sketchbook as he made a couple scribbled every time. You could see that Jack had a knack for storytelling of how he told his story. He began to recount the story of his untimely demise. With a twinkle in his translucent eyes, Jack described how he had met his fate in the most peculiar way: A faulty elevator. "Yep, it was that..." Jack chuckled. Jet asked, "Wait, the elevator incident?" Jerry perked his head up, "Oh yeah! That makes sense!" "I tried to get 'ya help. I couldn't reach 'ya. Hours turned into days, and days into weeks, until finally, the elevator gave a final shudder and plummeted to the ground. And so, my friends," Jasper concluded, "That is how I met my ghostly fate." As Jeff's disbelief turned into relief, he couldn't help but chuckle, and he stood up, "Goodness! Well, Jack, you always did have a flair for the dramatic. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd come back as a ghost!" Jerry stood up after Jeff, "E-even though you're a ghost now, and I'm terribly afraid of anything supernatural... You're still my friend, Jack. What about 'ya join the Jazz Js back, huh?" Ford stood up and cleared his throat, "Doesn't a ghost... Well... Become a ghost if they have still business in the real world?" Jack chuckled with a shrug, "Hmm... I guess you're right. But I have no idea what it could be except playing jazz."

Ford suddenly questioned, "Wait, how old are you?" Jack looked at Ford, "20 when the whole accident happened. 23 now." Ford raised both of his eyebrows, "Wow, I don't think I ever met a ghost who's younger than me." Jack turned to his friends, "Hm. Yeah... That is kinda stupid to think about." Jet turned to you, still talking to Jack, "And hey! Without Y/N we would've never found you in the first place." She took out a piece of paper from one of the pockets in her dress and a pen. She wrote something down on the small paper and gave it to you, "And thanks for covering for Jerry, he's awful at making jokes. You work out as a pretty good comedian." You smile at Jet and say, "Honestly, I don't know how I did that." Jet winked at you, "And hey, being friends with the Jazz Js is not that bad." You raise an eyebrow, "The Jazz Js?" Jet stood back and Jeff shakily said, "Yep, 'cause we all play jazz and all of our names start with J. Jack, Jet, Jerry, me being Jeff..." You chuckle, "That's pretty clever." Ford blankly stated, "Yeah, it is. Also, you know what was clever? My parents. Named my brother and I, Stanley and Stanford, and whenever they wanted us both they would just shout Stan!"

The whole group chuckled at Ford's remark. You all walk back chuckling along. Jack stayed there listening to his friends and their adventures in the past 3 years. You all walked out. It was empty except for the jazz performers from earlier talking about whatever. Jet bent down to you, "I hope to see you at the afterparty, are you going to come?" You excitedly grin, "Yes! Hope to see you there too!"

P.S. I realized this was cringe, please forgive me. I'm trying. I am just a stupid child.

Usually, I don't like having my own made-up characters in my fanfictions and it just feels weird. Are you guys okay with me having this type of stuff? I have too much creativity flowing inside me, of course, I have to have my OCs in this.