[To think that Bill considered his actions “nice” in the slightest
was insulting – even without his memories, provided only with
nightmares and the insufferable creature responsible for them,
Stan would be vastly happier than he felt now. It was when he
lost every sense of his identity that his brother ironically cared
about him most, and although he’d be rendered incapable of
recognizing that fact, his life might actually feel better when he
didn’t have the terrible memories of his mistakes or his intense
remorse burdening him. A life ( rather, however long remained
of his ) consisting of only nightmares and a hellish demon was
objectively better than attaining his dream, only to endure the
the soul-crushing realization that it wasn’t going to last.]
[On the note of nightmares, however, Bill happened to remark
on the “doozies” Stan had locked away within his mind, which
dredged up yet another agonizing possibility. Honestly, Lee
wasn’t entirely shocked that the dream demon had witnessed
the significant horrors of his mind ( in the form of his traumatic
repressed memories ), but the comment also conjured a bit of
skepticism within him, another idea of what exactly the demon
had been up to whilst lingering within his mind.]
[Although these recent months had been absolutely ideal, the
trauma he’d repressed over the years had been returning to
him in waves. Occasionally, he’d wind up writhing in his sleep,
even mumbling or screaming loud enough to wake his brother.
Stanley wouldn’t consider it beyond the realm of possibility for
Cipher to fuck with his mind enough to unlock those nights he
never wanted to relive – and that merely wound up provoking
the Pines twin even more.]
[There was no chance to react, however, as Bill was quick to
remind Stanley of the immense power he held in the field of
one’s Dreamscape by rattling the deteriorating walls around
them that Lee ( and apparently Bill himself ) had worked so
hard to rebuild. In a sense, he despised himself becoming so
fazed by the thought of losing all that he’d finally recovered –
after all, hadn’t he spent most of this fucked-up night terror
wishing that he’d traded his memories away to prevent Bill’s
resurgence? The source of his reluctance was unfortunately
clear, however; he finally had the future he’d always dreamt
of, sailing the seas with a brother that he was finally bonding
with. He couldn’t bear the thought of losing it now, but he was
ultimately willing if it meant that he could rid of Cipher and the
threat he posed to both the universe and Ford.]
[Stanley tensed up as the clattering of the walls finally ceased,
as the relief accompanying the event was fleeting. He wasn’t
out of the woods yet – he still had a particularly feisty demon
on his hands ( or rather, in his mind ). Readjusting his glasses,
which were close to falling off, no thanks to Cipher’s minuscule
calamities, Stan again resorted to glaring as his loyalty to Ford
was called into question.]
[How interested was he in protecting his brother? That barely
qualified as a decent line of questioning – Stanley’s acts over
the years spoke for themselves. It was unlikely that any other
family member on Earth would risk everything ( including the
potential apocalyptic repercussions that might’ve resulted after
opening a portal to a dimension his brother had been trapped
within for thirty years ) for their own sibling – at that, one who
had abandoned them over the years and showed no hints of
remorse for doing so. It was evident that Lee would resort to
just about anything if it meant protecting his family – and Bill
ought to have realized that by now.]
NONE o’ this is “nice.” Lettin’ me live with nothin’ but my
nightmares would be BETTER than revealin’ yourself now,
and you know that! ‘Sides…I spent thirty YEARS tryin’ to get
Ford back. If you think there’s anything that’d keep me from
protectin’ him, you’re dumber than you look.
▽△▲ Honestly, it didn’t surprise Bill one BIT to find that little tidbit out about Fez’s and his old human prodigy's relationship. Sixer was NOTORIOUSLY only appreciative of people after they’d gone nuts for him, or, if they suddenly consisted of some kind of threat. He’d seen them all, a tale as old as time itself, Fiddleford, “Shiftie”, Lee, the lot. But hey, he considered ANY act of construction from himself to be a nice gesture, whether he was rebuilding nightmares or not!
Of course, while fun, traumatizing Lee wasn’t the only reason for expanding this puny mind of his. Bill could NEVER be expected to fully recover inside of a broken mind-- in spite of his small stature, he was a big being, and he needed a LOT of space to occupy. Nightmares? They just felt like home.
Bill cackles as the twin wisely tenses, he has a lot of power in the dreamscape-- as has been illustrated before, however, he has even MORE power at the moment because Lee let him in. Maybe it had been under false pretenses, but the rules didn’t care. He rubs his small, black hands together as the elderly twin adjusts his glasses, glaring him with ALL the rage he’d expected his words to invoke.
“ You asked why you should put up with me, ” the demon reiterated, “ There’s your reason! Last time I checked, you and old Fordsy were the only two people on this boat, and while that hunk of METAL in his head does afford him a little protection, it’s nothing I can’t get around if PROPERLY MOTIVATED, capiche? ”
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