The King is Dead + ƃuᴉʞ ǝɥʇ ǝʌᴉ˥ ƃuo˥

Post-weirdmageddon; AU Bill Cipher.

[saintcipher]

🍔🍔🍔🍔 "Dance harder and you get more"

This was humiliating, but it sure beat getting chased by more dogs. He actually manages to snag one, thanks to his lightning reflexes as a sign flipper. 

[whenrpmemesattack]

Send “🍔” to throw a hamburger at my muse

[sixfingersixtails]

I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE A FURRY SIXER BUT HONESTLY IM NOT SURPRISED. YOU WERE PRETTY INTO YOUR COLLAR. LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE- saintcipher

Sixer turns sharply with a loud snarl at the voice, ears pulling back as he bares his sharpened teeth.

“The hell do you think you are, insinuating that I ever enjoyed being trapped in that state?!” the kitsune demanded in a low growl. His tails were lashing back and forth, fire sparking under his fur and ready to burn at a moment’s notice.

[sixfingersixtails]

saintcipher

“Of course this hell dimension is a stepping stone.” He grumbles, picking his stick back up…wait had he been collecting litter?

Well, yes and no, given the trash bag he pulls out from behind a tree is filled with litter but also a couple of dead lizards. He turns his back to Ford with a grump, then, consulting a notepad from a bag on his hip, begrudgingly asks.

“Do you want directions to the Mystery Shack?”

Sixer’s ears flick when he sees that Cipher had been…collecting trash?

Well, that wasn’t something that you see everyday.

At the question about the Mystery Shack, his ears pull back and he gains a grim look. “I’d…rather not. Because of what your counterpart did with me I have a bad reputation among my counterparts. I’m more likely to have a gun pointed at me than a warm welcome.”

[saintcipher]

“Only the Question Mark gopher man is there now and he’s as dumb as a bag of hammers, so he probably won’t notice or care about your extra appendages.” Cipher shrugs. “But suit yourself- thought I had another good deed in the bag.”  He jabs ferociously at a chip bag that’s blowing by in the wind. “Nnnyeh!”

[sixfingersixtails]

I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE A FURRY SIXER BUT HONESTLY IM NOT SURPRISED. YOU WERE PRETTY INTO YOUR COLLAR. LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE- saintcipher

Sixer turns sharply with a loud snarl at the voice, ears pulling back as he bares his sharpened teeth.

“The hell do you think you are, insinuating that I ever enjoyed being trapped in that state?!” the kitsune demanded in a low growl. His tails were lashing back and forth, fire sparking under his fur and ready to burn at a moment’s notice.

[sixfingersixtails]

saintcipher

“Did I say I was going to gouge YOUR eyes out? I just mean any other Ford that wanders into this dimension. I may have had a fast one pulled on me before but I am not stupid enough to antagonize somebody that currently outmatches me in this disgusting meat puppet.”

He crosses his arms and scoffs. He knows he could be using this time to forge an opportunity for himself to do a good deed and take one step closer to being his regular self again- but HELPING A FORD? Over his dead body.

But-

“What do you want? You wandered into my dimension for a reason.”

So this Cipher wasn’t going to do anything to him; most wise. Sixer pulled back and nodded, eyeing the former demon with a calculating gaze.

“I came here because I’m attempting to reach another dimension,” Sixer said after a moment. “One that I haven’t reached in some time. I just need a few hours to recharge and then I will be gone from this place.”

[saintcipher]

"Of course this hell dimension is a stepping stone." He grumbles, picking his stick back up...wait had he been collecting litter?

Well, yes and no, given the trash bag he pulls out from behind a tree is filled with litter but also a couple of dead lizards. He turns his back to Ford with a grump, then, consulting a notepad from a bag on his hip, begrudgingly asks.

"Do you want directions to the Mystery Shack?"

[sixfingersixtails]

I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE A FURRY SIXER BUT HONESTLY IM NOT SURPRISED. YOU WERE PRETTY INTO YOUR COLLAR. LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE- saintcipher

Sixer turns sharply with a loud snarl at the voice, ears pulling back as he bares his sharpened teeth.

“The hell do you think you are, insinuating that I ever enjoyed being trapped in that state?!” the kitsune demanded in a low growl. His tails were lashing back and forth, fire sparking under his fur and ready to burn at a moment’s notice.

[sixfingersixtails]

saintcipher

“Oho! A wandering Ford. I have been waiting for a new one. I gotta, gotta THANK him for that slick switcheroo stunt that killed me. REALLY THANK HIM.”

The human stabs his pointy stick deep into the dirt. “But I was kind of hoping he’d be more…human so it would all be even steven and I could gouge out his eyes with my thumbs without being lit on fire. This is hardly fair.”

That was a little confusing. The kid was talking about being killed, but it was clear he was currently alive by his scent–

…there was a whiff of chaotic magic in there. It was faint, yes – barely noticeable, almost dormant – but it was there.

Sixer’s eyes narrowed and he leaned forward, baring his teeth a little again. “Well, you can thank you counterpart for this little transformation of mine. And considering that I’ve killed him, maybe you shouldn’t threaten to poke my eyes out when I could very easily burn you to ash and not need my niece to pull down meteors from space to squish you first.”

[saintcipher]

"Did I say I was going to gouge YOUR eyes out? I just mean any other Ford that wanders into this dimension. I may have had a fast one pulled on me before but I am not stupid enough to antagonize somebody that currently outmatches me in this disgusting meat puppet."

He crosses his arms and scoffs. He knows he could be using this time to forge an opportunity for himself to do a good deed and take one step closer to being his regular self again- but HELPING A FORD? Over his dead body.

But-

"What do you want? You wandered into my dimension for a reason."

[sixfingersixtails]

I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE A FURRY SIXER BUT HONESTLY IM NOT SURPRISED. YOU WERE PRETTY INTO YOUR COLLAR. LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE- saintcipher

Sixer turns sharply with a loud snarl at the voice, ears pulling back as he bares his sharpened teeth.

“The hell do you think you are, insinuating that I ever enjoyed being trapped in that state?!” the kitsune demanded in a low growl. His tails were lashing back and forth, fire sparking under his fur and ready to burn at a moment’s notice.

[saintcipher]

“Who the hell do you think you are stomping around MY woods?”

The voice was irritatingly familiar, but the body was not. A small man, only about 5 foot 5, stands in front of Sixer, pointing a sharpened stick at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be lost at sea anyway?”

[sixfingersixtails]

Sixer’s eyes narrow at the questions, but he stops baring his teeth and the tails slow in their lashing. “I haven’t been ‘lost at sea,’ and I don’t intend to be ‘lost at sea.’ And what are you talking about? These are my woods, unless I’ve crossed over into another dimension again.”

There still that harshness in his tone; the old man definitely sounds defensive yet, since he’s not sure what to make of this young man. There’s something about him that’s familiar, and that combined with the unfamiliar appearance is putting him on edge.

[saintcipher]

"Oho! A wandering Ford. I have been waiting for a new one. I gotta, gotta THANK him for that slick switcheroo stunt that killed me. REALLY THANK HIM."

The human stabs his pointy stick deep into the dirt. "But I was kind of hoping he'd be more...human so it would all be even steven and I could gouge out his eyes with my thumbs without being lit on fire. This is hardly fair."

[sixfingersixtails]

I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE A FURRY SIXER BUT HONESTLY IM NOT SURPRISED. YOU WERE PRETTY INTO YOUR COLLAR. LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE- saintcipher

Sixer turns sharply with a loud snarl at the voice, ears pulling back as he bares his sharpened teeth.

“The hell do you think you are, insinuating that I ever enjoyed being trapped in that state?!” the kitsune demanded in a low growl. His tails were lashing back and forth, fire sparking under his fur and ready to burn at a moment’s notice.

[saintcipher]

"Who the hell do you think you are stomping around MY woods?"

The voice was irritatingly familiar, but the body was not. A small man, only about 5 foot 5, stands in front of Sixer, pointing a sharpened stick at him. "Aren't you supposed to be lost at sea anyway?"

[saintcipher]

I headcanon that my Bill is a very competent sign flipper but hes in a feud with a wacky waving inflatable flailing arm tube man across the street from his post.

[saintcipher]

YOU THINK THE VALENTONOS WOULD INVITE ME TO EAT DINNER WITH EM?

[saintcipher]

*banging pots and pans outside the

Mystery Shack at 3AM*

WELCOME TO HELL! WELCOME TO HELL! WELCOME TO HELL!

[curioosity-a]

Azura, crying non stop as more Bills pops up in her life; “WHERE DID YOU ALL COME FROM!?”

[saintcipher]

I'VE BEEN HERE AND DEFINITELY WAS NOT LOCKED IN A SHED FOR MONTHS.

[saintcipher]

Hey! It’s that guy! That triangle guy!

[saintcipher]

OPEN INVITE TO FIGHT ME IN THE ENCHANTED GLADE.

[saintcipher]

OH SO NOW YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME I SEE HOW IT IS.

[saintcipher]

Like/reblog if you are interested in rp with a post-canon Bill Cipher who has been shoved in a human body to atone for his sins 100 Good Deeds of Eddie McDowd style.

He mostly lives in the woods in a hunting cabin and throws rocks at teens.

[curioosity-a]

one bill: welcome to hell! welcome to hell! welcome to he

two bills: when will I be free from this unending torment

three bills: god has completely forsaken me

[saintcipher]

What about a fourth Bill? :0

[surreal--memes]