Chapter 8

Bill looked surprised.

"What? Oh no, no, no, no, no." Bill waved his arms and shook his head. "That wouldn't be necessary."

"Why not? The twins and everyone there won't mind." (y/n) said.

"I'm sure they will mind. I almost destroyed everyone if it wasn't for those damn kids..." He muttered.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing." He looked away. "Just in case you were wondering..."

"In case I was wondering? You usually know what I'm thinking." (y/n) said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But still, just in case. I can't help you in dangerous situations. You have to deal with them on your own."

"Oh, okay. That's fine."

"Great... um, I guess I could live at the Mystery Shack. So I can annoy those brats."

"Right..." (y/n) looked at Bill's outfit. "Hm... can you change into something, y' know, less formal?"

"What's wrong with this?" He asked and looked at his outfit.

"It's just your outfit belongs in a... serious event. Change into something more... casual."

"Okay, fine... turn around."

"O-oh, alright." (y/n) turned around and heard Bill snap his fingers.

"How does this look?" He asked. (y/n) turned around and looked at his outfit.

He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans with yellow and white sneakers.

"Looks great!" (y/n) said.

"Finally, can we go now?" Bill asked.

"Wait, can you stop floating?"

"How does one 'stop floating'?" He asked, using air quotation marks.

(y/n) glared at him. Bill sighed.

"Fine..." He muttered and landed gently on the ground.

"Great, let's go."

They began their way to the Mystery Shack.