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Bill wakes up with his whole mouth tasting exactly like digested steak mixed with whatever bullshit ingredients Mabel put in the drink she served him, point is, the gross taste from vomiting is still stuck, and his throat felt scratched and it hurt
With a groan he pushed himself up into a sitting position, head terribly achimg, but he felt better then he did this past week, the sun beamed slightly through half closed window blinds, rubbing his eye he pushed himself up further, swinging his body around to lean his back on the actual back couch cushion, he reptile blinked,
the door handle pushed down and the wooden door creaked as it opened, in walked Ford, holding a glass with ice cubes in it and a plate of pancakes. Ford kicked the door shut with his hip when he got in the room. He looked up at Bill, but immediatly looked away down at the floor that creaked beneath his feet when he saw Bill awake and staring at him. Thats weird. Just a few days ago he was straight forward with him, deadpan and expressionless, even. Wasnt looking away if they were in their vicinites, but now he looks squeamish with him, avoidant, sure, Ford was technically avoiding him before too but not this way. Maybe it was the vomit? but hes seen so much worse then just simple vomit, to Bill its fucking weird, disgusting and, distressing and dreaful and horrid, but it shouldnt make Ford squeamish, the human genius, braniac, the one and only sixer, pointdexter himself should be fine. Bill doesnt even have the patience to count how many times Ford threw up and brushed it off as dust on his coat right before Ford found the truth behind the portal.
Bill opened his mouth to speak but Ford shoved the plate of pancakes into his hands, setting aside the glass of water and ice on the nightside table. Ford took two steps backwards and folded his arms behind his back.
”Cold water, for the gross taste in your mouth, and pancakes, from this morning, i heated them up for you.” Ford spoke quickly, Bill looked down at the plate, there were three decently thick pancakes stacked atop eachother, sliced strawberries that look decently freshed and lines of honey poured over it. It looked oddly familiar, Bill blinked, then again, and he blinked again. When he opened his eye the third time it was different, his vision was fuller, his calloused olive skinned hands were just slightly smaller and much whiter, pale. He blinked again and he saw from his vision a similair plate of pancakes, not just similiar, it looked the exact same and the hands he didnt think was his own held utensils, a fork and a dull knife. His own voice spoke.
”Think i could get a taste, Sixer?”
”Of my breakfeast?” he replied,
”Yeah! never eaten with a human throat! whaddya say? wanna make my history?!” Bill replied, voice highering multiple octaves. Ford giggled on reply, nodded his head.
”Ofcourse,” and Bill felt himself take his shared control of Fords body, present Bill phantomly mumbled to himself, its happening again. Hes seeing through the eyes of someone hes posessed again. Usually its everyone, a bright flash of multiple memories, out of multiple peoples eyes. Usually the person in question is a ghost beside him, or infront of him, but with Ford it was always different, he liked pulling the life out of his puppets, ripping them out so that he could have the empty puppet on strings, but with Ford, he kept him close, he never ripped Ford out his body, they shared it, Ford was there and Bill was there to take control if he ever needed to, or wanted to. Hes never wanted to have Fords body empty, and that was horrible, getting attached was something to feel dreadful over, owning things was always rare, owning stuff was bad, but humans, who would want those? those he could keep as puppets when needed.
Then present Bill actually opened his eyes, opened his eyes to find Ford waving his head right infront of his face, Fords voice sounded like it was underwater, but he knew he was saying his name, Bills sclera grew yellow and his iris slitted,
”WHAT?” Bills otherwordly voice rung through the room, his voice sounded like multiple people were speaking, all his own voice, all different octaves and baritones, that was new, his voice only sounded like that when he was a god, Ford thrust his hand back and gasped, taking three steps back
Bill blinked again and his eye stung, immediatly he swung the plate of pancakes to the cushion beside him and flung his hand up to clutch at his eye, it hurt.
Ford placed his hands over his own mouth, letting up and they fell back to beside him after a few seconds, ”Thats new..” Ford took two steps forward with curiosity flying over caution. Bills nails digged into the skin over his eyelid where the top of his eyeball ended and under his lower lashes, just wanting to claw the thing out, just digging in long enough to puncture skin Ford took another muffled step forward and pushed his hands off his face by the wrists, holding them up by Bills head. One pour of blood dribbled down the side of his cheek from the puncture in the skin under his lower lashes, the puncture in his eye lid dribbled and gathered by his curled over top lashes.
Ford looked absolutely mesmerized. ”Your iris is slitted again! your scleras yellow!” Ford looked like he was gonna continue, But Bill cut him off.
”Yeah!, so?” Bill said, voice still high and sounding multiplied, just lesser octaves and tones. Bill writhed and easily pulled his wrist from Fords human measly grasp, that wasnt knew. As soon as he’d arrived he’d tested his powers, he couldnt levitate, which was unfortunate, walking was overrated! everything else, a clear no, but he had his strengths. Despite his lack of nutrition he could still overpower them all. The force of the pull sent Ford toppeling forward, over Bill, that didnt stop anything though, Bill blew Ford a raspberry as Ford struggled to regain composture at the fall, knees placed on either sides of Bill thighs, and Ford looked up just in time to snatch a glance at the still forked blue tongue slip back in Bills mouth, and Ford looked awestruck again, the weight of the stumble over onto Bill and the attempt at mockery raspberry didnt matter, cause now Ford was climbing onto Bill, a six fingered hand flying to grab at Bills shoulder, the other falling to hold Bills jawline, thumb pressing by the end of Bills mouth, exposing his gums amd hooked his thumb in Bill mouth, having it open by instinct. ”Thats, amazing!” and Bill lost all distractions
”That axolotl said you’d gain your powers back by the progress you make of redemption!, the eye must have been from you complimenting Mabel and going along with her antics! youre growing Fond!” Ford grinned, like when he held up that one eyes octopus thing his first night back. ”And your tongue! is that also new?”, pleased with Fords pyshical touch, and displeased with the thumb hooked in his mouth he swung them up, picking up Ford like a feather he threw him back against the couch. ”Is the strength also new?” Ford almost yelled it, like a squealing middle schooler.
”i thought you’d be more apprehensive to me regaining my powers.” Bill folded his arms and clocked his eyebrow up ”and only the eye is new.” he mumbled that last part, his eye faded back to white and rounded pupils. Ford sat up properly. ”Oh no, i am terrified of you regaining those, i dont believe you have the bested power to be redeemed, But this, this is amazing,” Ford stood up. ”i domt belive you can change, no, your eye and voice could mean something else,” Ford watched as rose coloured blood dropped down Bills cheek and down to his jawline, where Ford had his hand cupped. ”It hurts, yes?” Bill looked away, suddenly the window was incredibly interesting. ”That could be the axolotl telling you off, forget what i said about you being polite to Mabel, this must be you upsetting the axolotl” Ford smiled and took a step towards Bill, hand going up like he was a stray cat again, Bill swatted it away and frowned.
”So you think this is it for me? that this is what im meant to be, an intredimensional being stuck on the least productive and medieval dimension in the whole multiverse to the end of the rows of stars? Do you fucking understand you could of had everything? But then you had to turn around? i own you Ford, for aslong as i have the wit to regain my power, i can regain what i own, take back whats lawfully mine? i own you and your mind.” Bills voice highered at the end ”Im not supposed to be here, i did nothing wrong to you, its your meager brain thats making you think i tricked you! you dont understand it was meant to be a SURPRISE!” Ford frowned and crossed his arms.
”You say i could of had everything like the word everything is easy to throw around like that! i was naïve, so naïve to think you wanted to give me anything, you just wanted to take and take, you just wanted me for my mind,” Ford shouted it, upset, and Bill was surprised Ford could lie so earnestly.
”YOUR mind? Ford i could of had anyone and anything! there were so many brighter heads then yours, but i chose none of them, i didnt pick you out of your head being the brightedt i picked you to inspire because of your busted sense of self! but i grew attached and i was offering you the world to hold in your hand beside me, and you declined, youre really an idiot, Ford, how could you think i have been lying when i tell you, you could of had everything and you plotted against me”
"You locked me in a giant pyramid and proceeded to torture me infront of all of your henchmen?"
Ford frowned, eyes narrowing as word vomit spewed out Bill,
"You locked me in a giant pyramid and proceeded to torture me infront of all of your henchmen?"
"It was electrocution therapy! I was shocking you into submission!"
”How could i not plot against you? You pushed me away, let me for months, made me doubt myself, wonder if i was enough, you drained me of compliments i couldnt believe you chose me to build your fucking portal, i was enamored with you, i thought you were amazing, you were so amazing to me the first three months then you pushed me away, what was that? if you really wanted me to have everything you could have stayed with me, for just a bit. i remember you told me six words, ’good work on the portal today!’ and i was so unbelieveably happy, then you went away for months. And i understand, our dimensions have scarily different time differences, but you should have known that.”
Bill stayed put and silent, Ford wasnt yelling or shouting or screeching. he was just talking, with a pressed harsh tone. ”What was so bad you had to dissapear for months on end? i was the one drinking up your every word like a starved man.” Bill groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. and Ford continued. ”You say you could have given me everything but then again when you tell me this i already have everything, my fami —”
”Oh you just have to have your family, families are overrated! i can kill them and burn the ashes! you’ll forget about them in a few years, repressed memories!”
”Oh is that what you did to your own family?” Ford taunted but looked so incredibly deadpanned,
Bills eye flashed yellow and slitted again and Ford was pressed up against the wall. Bills voice pinched in multiple high octaves. ”dontspeakonwhatyouhavenoknowledgeof” Bill repeated too many times to count before Ford was dropped and Bill hunched over on himself, pressing his nails into the skin by the end and start of the ball of his eye again, puncturing skin when the iris begun to sting. suddenly Ford was in the open doorway.
”Eat the pancakes, asshole. And reflect on why you did what you did to push me away, and maybe you’ll have the answer to my questions that dont involve the multiverse tomorrow.” ”i did nothing wrong.” — Bill heaved, ”dont you realize the reason youre here is your own fault?”
then the door slammed shut by Ford, leaving Bill with the ’his own fault’ ending.
Bill groaned and threw a throw pillow at the wall, heaving and near hyperventilating. ”Pyronica told me it was self sabotage, ”Pyronica told me it was self sabotage, Pyronica told me it was self sabotage, Pyronica told me it was self sabotage, Pyronica told me it was self sabotage, Pyronica told me it was self sabotage, Pyronica told me it was self sabotage, Pyronica told me it was self sabotage, Pyronica told me it was self sabotage.”
seconds pass and Bill heaves heavy gasps of air out his lungs and collapses on the floor he hates this stupid body, ”’maybeyou’llshowmethestarssomeday’ mama said. ’maybeyou’llshowmethestarssomeday’ mama said. ’maybeyou’llshowmethestarssomeday’ mama said. ’maybeyou’llshowmethestarssomeday’ mama said. ’maybeyou’llshowmethestarssomeday’ mama said. ’maybeyou’llshowmethestarssomeday’ mama said. ’maybeyou’llshowmethestarssomeday’ mama said. ’maybeyou’llshowmethestarssomeday’ mama said. ’maybeyou’llshowmethestarssomeday’ mama said. ’maybeyou’llshowmethestarssomeday’ mama said. ’maybeyou’llshowmethestarssomeday’ mama said. ’maybeyou’llshowmethestarssomeday’ mama said. ’maybeyou’llshowmethestarssomeday’ mama said.”
Bill pressed his palms to his cheeks, his cheeks burned by his cold hands.
afternoon turned night and night turned morning.