“Ah-haha, ahhahaha! ‘It’s not about indecision!’ he yells, before changing his mind AGAIN!” Bill taunted, just before bursting into yet another fit of cackling. It was short-lived though, and once he’d gotten a grip, the geometric demon let out a long sigh, gently floating down beside the scientist.
“Listen, Ford, it HURTS me to watch you do this to yourself. I mean, it’s such a waste! You’re SMARTER than this, you KNOW this isn’t going to do anything. You’re going to keep coming up with the same answer: I have no weaknesses to exploit.”
Without warning, Bill vanished completely, though that didn’t stop him from talking. His voice gave no indication as to his whereabouts, however, instead just echoing throughout the mindspace.
“And I know you never meant to hurt anyone, I know” he continued, the voice now somehow gentler, despite everything else. It was the same voice he’d used to comfort Ford in the past, reassure him that everything was going to work out. “But really, you hurt EVERYONE, didn’t you? Your friends….your family…even me. Me! The one person who actually tried to help you get what you wanted, the one person who stuck with you through all of it, even when you blamed me for ‘tricking’ you. Which, by the way, still doesn’t really make sense. I mean what exactly is your rationale here? I tricked you into exploiting the secrets of Gravity Falls to build a portal to another dimension by suggesting that you exploit the secrets of Gravity Falls and build a portal to another dimension? Really….”
Despite the wall Ford’s back was against, Bill’s hands slipped through, gently grasping each of the man’s shoulders. While Bill’s voice remained relatively gentle, his grip was anything but.
“What were you hoping was on the other side of that rift?”
What could he say to defend himself?
I didn’t know what I was getting into.
I didn’t think about the consequences of what I would find.
I never asked if it was dangerous.
I never cared if I hurt someone.
There was nothing he could say. He visibly flinched when Bill floated
towards him, hunching up as he watched the dream demon, eyes full
of suspicion and worry.
❝ Everyone has a weakness, ❞ he said, a small amount of strength
returning to him, ❝ And I intend to find yours--
---- or else die trying! ❞
( The latter was seeming more and more likely. )
The scientist tensed when Bill suddenly vanished, usually his former
muse not being around was a comfort, but he was smart enough to
know that that wasn’t the case. The only way to get rid of Bill? Wake
UP. And it didn’t look like he was anywhere close to getting back to full
consciousness anytime soon.
This was infinitely worse, though the mindscape was only something
that Stanford had only a limited understanding, being able to detect
Bill’s presence in a more... familiar form was preferable to the ECHO
he now found himself greeted with.
An uncomfortable reminder of just how much power Bill held here.
❝ You did! You just... used me to do it- ❞ he blinked when Bill mentioned
that he hurt him as well, now that... has to be a lie. For all Bill’s
grandstanding-- to think that he hurt his feelings is kind of... hard to believe.
But, then again, Bill is insane and he’s managed to make Ford believe all
kinds of things that he previously considered unbelievable, ❝ You didn’t
TELL me it would cost the entire world! ❞ Ford insisted, but when he felt
a familiar pair of hands on his shoulders his voice fled.
His blood, or whatever else might have sustained him in the mindscape, ran cold.
❝ I... I don’t... ❞ why did he even feel compelled to answer?
❝ Something that wouldn’t have destroyed the planet, Bill. ❞
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