i included some spoilers of some of the character names that'll be in my next book (a bill cipher x reader!)

hi i'll also mention again that there might be some errors because i won't be editing that much :)

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"[Name]!" Pacifica pouted. "Can you persuade Mabel to, at least, fit me in a more casual piece of clothing because this," she pulled the fabric of her lace dress, "is totally not me."

"Paz, you just want to wear a tacky rainbow dress," said Gideon outside the room you and Pacifica were in.

"Shut up!" Pacifica retorted.

You laughed at that, then stopped after Pacifica glared at you. You cleared your throat before saying, "I don't think Mabel would agree to anything that you propose, Pacifica. Nor do I think she even has something rainbow in your collection."

Pacifica groaned. "Just give me my shoes, [Name]. Thank god that diva queen gave me flats or I'll be dying when the ball starts."

Pacifica wore a pink, sleeveless dress that fits her perfectly. Thank god Mabel had something appropriate in her closet or Pacifica would be on a rampage.

The door bursted open as soon as Mabel put on her flats and Mabel stormed in.

"Why aren't you both dressed yet? The winter gala starts in 20 minutes!" Mabel demanded. "A girl takes at least 30 minutes to get ready if she's rushing. Pacifica, get out and take your cousin down to the ballroom and check with my brother. [Name], you're staying and getting ready."

Mabel, of course, had already dressed. She was wearing the same jeweled headband with a navy blue floor-length dress.

You saw Pacifica roll her eyes before leaving, taking one last item to complete her outfit: a gray purse with her that held a sedative for Grace.

You crossed your arms as Mabel eyed you. "You're going to wear white," she said before diving into her large walk-in closet.

You sat down on one of the lounge chairs in the room but before you know it, in just a few seconds, Mabel came out with the most inappropriate dress you've ever seen.

"Mabel Gleeful, what in the world is that?" You exclaimed, revolted.

"Obviously a v-neck dress."

"Mabel, I cannot wear that. It's embarrassing."

The Gleeful rolled her eyes. "[Name], it's hardly inappropriate compared to some of the clothing I own. Just wear it, we want all eyes on you so no one knows what's going to happen tonight."

You stared at her. "Are you joking, or are you joking?"

"[Name], just wear the damn dress!" Mabel snapped at you.

"Fine, fine. No need to be snippy."

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You and Mabel finally walked down the grand staircase and into the ball. To be honest, you've never even really looked inside the mansion's ball room.

It's grand, and like any other ballroom in some movies, but the Gleefuls obviously spent a lot of money on it that it was basically radiating elegance-- and snobbiness. There was a literal marble fountain in the middle of the ballroom that spouted cider for some reason. There was even a chocolate and cheese fondue fountain, along with plenty of food to feed the poor.

For Christmas, the Gleefuls installed an enormous Christmas tree with blue-themed ornaments. There were also presents at the base of the tree, supposedly for the guests.

The heavy diamond earrings and the heels Mabel gave you were awkward to walk in but nonetheless you walked confidently. Mabel had also curled your hair and did a half-up-half-down hairstyle which fitted you perfectly.

"[Name], you look gorgeous!" Pacifica exclaimed as she came over with a glass of punch. Gideon also came over wearing a simple suit and tie and his hair... you know what just ignore the hair.

"Of course she is, I forced her to wear the dress," Mabel said proudly.

You rolled your eyes. "When are the guests coming? Grace is coming, right?"

"Well, they should be coming by now," said Gideon. "That's what Dipper said. And about Grace, well she said she'll come a bit later. Probably at the time of your performance."

As Gideon finished speaking, Will announced the names of first few guests that came through the entrance of the ballroom. "Lilith and Aspen of House Labelle!" You glanced at the newcomers who had hair as dark as night. Even at a distance, you could see their piercing silver eyes. "Lord Caylor and his daughter, Emma of the prized Caylor family!" Will continued echoing the names of the rich families that came through. For a whimpering demon, he was confident in announcing names to the slowly growing crowds.

Soon, the ballroom became crowded. That was the queue for Dipper to appear out of nowhere on a small podium.

He hadn't change into anything special. He still had a bolo tie with his jewel attached to it and a navy blue suit. Dipper didn't wear his Tent of Telepathy cape though.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming to the Winter Gala, hosted by the Gleeful family." Dipper's piercing voice echoed throughout the room. Everyone quieted down for the Gleeful to speak. "Enjoy our wonderful refreshments as the traditional ball dance will commence soon." He then stepped off the podium and walked towards you and others.

"Traditional dance?" You asked Dipper once he was in earshot.

"It's something that happens every year at our gala. It's not that special, honestly. Mabel and I will start it by ballroom dancing. As soon as the orchestra," you glanced at the string ensemble you haven't seen earlier, "starts playing, the other guests will join in. Every time the orchestra switches songs, majors, or anything noticeable by the musical or the non-musical, everybody will switch partners."

"It's actually a great time to meet other people. To hook up with." Mabel jumped in.

"Or to make friends and establish connections, Mabel," Dipper said.

"Or that."

Pacifica snorted. "I'm in. When does it end, though?"

"When mostly everyone leaves the floor, or," Dipper coughed. "If someone causes trouble in the background."

Mabel chuckled. "Like when that one person spilled wine on Ford's expensive white suit? Hilarious. Ford literally blew up and banished the man."

"Well, Mabel, I think we should start the dance, wouldn't want to keep everyone waiting," Dipper said.

"Of course. [Name], dumb hippie girl, young man, we hope you join us," Mabel said, who mostly smirked at you and left with her brother.

You watched them walk to the middle while Pacifica was enraged.

"Did she just call me a dumb hippie girl?" She bellowed.