Moth!Bill Cipher x Ford Pines
Small drabble I guess cause I really really love what people have come up with for art 💛
TW: Death, not graphic but sad
Bill Cipher was reincarnated as a euclidia moth and doomed to live such a short life, only a few weeks. His whole life is spent near the old shack hoping to catch a glimpse of Ford.
But little does he know that the shack that once stood as the only protection against his chaos, stood as a symbol, housed the saviors of this realm, was now only a shell of what it used to be. Now it is merely a tourist trap, handed down to Soos and his family as the two Pines brothers made due on their promise and explored the world.
The small moth would flutter around the shack, looking for anyone familiar. Even the younger twins but they too are gone. Off on their own adventures. He would often look through the triangular window into the younger twins room, hoping to see a stray piece of ribbon or a chewed up pen. Something, anything to show that he wasn't alone, wasn't forgotten. But there was nothing. Just two empty stripped beds and dust collecting on the floor boards.
Eventually he started to get tired, his small body aging faster than he could handle. He wasn't scared to die, he already had before. All he wished was to see Ford one last time. His partner in science, the one who truly made him feel.
As the little moth lay on the steps to the shell of a shack, looking out at the sunrise he thought back to his life before. With Ford. Their meeting, being inside his head, working together, spending countless hours on Bills plan but spending countless more creating a human body to please the other man. Countless hours after that spent exploring the vast emotions of a human. The human body being held by the other as he recounts what happened to his home, how he destroyed it all. But Ford still stayed, he knew and he still stayed. Then the memories flashed forward to Bill betraying Ford, hurting him for his own selfish gain. All he wanted was his family back, to make right of his wrongs but in doing so he hurt maybe the only man who ever cared for him so deeply.
So here he lays, on the front step with the rising sun warm on his wings. He lays waiting to see the one man who truly cared for him. One last time. The shining sun was so so bright it was a blinding white. Here he lays, closing his eyes again for the last time, wishing he could see Ford just one last time.
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The Pines brothers returned to the shack just a bit past sunrise, ready to clean up the shack and host for the younger twins again. It had been a long time since the Pines inhabited the Mystery Shack, but this summer marked 5 years since the events of Weirdmagedden and they wanted to celebrate with a summer back where it all started.
Stan was grumbling about the pains in his joints and the brightness of the morning sun. It had been a long night for them both, docking the boat and the process of a car rental took far longer than either would like to admit. Ford chuckled to himself and listened to his brother, his mind elsewhere.
While Stan was grumbling away Fords mind was on Bill. It always was these days. Ever since Weirdmagedden that triangle and his stupid top hat hasn't left his mind. Though the triangle wasn't what showed up in his mind. When Fords thoughts drifted to Bill he could picture his face oh so clearly. The squint of his one eye, the dimple in his cheeks accompanied by the echoed sound of his laughter. Ford had seen another side to Bill that none of the other Pines got to see. He cared for Bill. After spending long nights together, bearing their hearts to each other how could he not? Bill had held him for long nights when all he could think about was how he abandoned his family, his twin. Bill had been the one who was there for him.
He loved Bill. In a strange twisted way. It was no longer the innocent, pure kind of love they had when Bill had first been able to kiss him in his new body. It was different now. A deep longing for who the man used to be. The man he used to be, not the deranged demon who tortured his family. He would never admit to anyone, barely even to himself, but he truly misses Bill, he longs for him.
As the Pines brothers took the steps up to the front door of the shack Ford was snapped out of his thoughts. He only looked down to hopefully avoid any stray nails or a weak board but was instead greeted with the sight of an oddly familiar looking moth. He froze and stared for what seemed like hours. The moth was dead, it had not moved but Ford almost wished it had. Wished it had fluttered around excitedly before showing who it truly was. But that was impossible. The moth was long dead as was Bill. Ford had seen the frozen statue himself, a frequent stop on his hikes through the forest.
Ford was snapped out of his thoughts once again when Stan called his name. He took one last look and went inside.
Later that night as everyone was fast asleep, Ford sat awake at his desk, hunched over his new project and moving delicately. He leaned back to stretch and let out a long sigh. Ford grabbed the object, walked to the corner wall and pulled down an old painting. Behind the painting was a crevice in the wall that contained small trinkets and photos. Photos of a younger Ford and a blonde man with one eye. Trinkets including jewelry, seemingly cursed or strange objects, and two rings. Ford placed the object into the hidden shrine space with a soft delicateness and smiled softly. Now in the center was the moth, pale yellow patterns with an odd eye shaped marking.
"Goodnight Bill."
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