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happy 3 year anniversary to this image
I am writing the second chapter btw
Gift for @misschuckito They ship something call BillDen (which is Bill Cipher x Warden)
And honestly.. I do to now, LIKE THINK BOUT' IT
“I wanna fuck you like an animal.”
In relation to my earlier post
I feel like i made the Warden's ass too big in this drawing
I'm just going to kill them at this point
I got bored as balls at work and began writing a Bill Cipher x Warden fanfic and eventually got a full fledged chapter.
cringe is dead and I have free will
Chapter one: The Book
The Warden stares at the new inmate. White Brunette with… no eyes. Judging by the marks he clawed them out. The inmate trembles, whispering about the one who sees. Whatever that means. It would be typical lunatic talk if he was always this way, but his files say otherwise. This inmate was an upstanding citizen. A good hearted man with a well paying job and a family, a happy one at that. Not even the fake kind. On the file it says that all changed when he happened upon a book in the trash, the one he clings to now. Since then he's been doing blood rituals and even sacrificed the family dog by setting it a blaze.
The warden looks at the file, looks at the inmate, and back at the file,
“Jailbot bring me that book he's holding.”
The complex machine immediately moves to obey the order. Grabbing the book, or at least trying to. The inmate cries and screams like it's his dolly. Eventually Jailbot gets frustrated and just lops his arms off. The inmate seems to die as soon as the book leaves him. Finally Jailbot delivers the book to the Warden.
The book is made from a strange leathery material that the Warden recognizes as human skin. One the cover is a golden insignia in the shape of a triangle with a single eye dressed in fancy attire. The title reads Book of Bill.
The Warden says in a deep voice, “Book of Bill haha! That's ridiculous! Here,” He hands it over to Jared.
Jared takes the book because what else is he going to do, but doesn't know what to do with it. He fiddles it in his hands before looking back at the Warden and speaks,
“Do you want me to put this in storage sir?”
The Warden immediately shakes his head,
“No! Read it!”
Jared has to do a double take look at the Warden to fully process what he said. He knows he doesn't matter much to the Warden but he can't help to wish that the Warden would care a little. He sets down the book like it's on fire,
“Are you kidding? Look at what this book did to this man! And you want me to read it?”
“yes!” the Warden rolls his eyes, “how else are we suppose to understand our inmates if we don't put ourselves in their shoes!” He doesn't actually care to understand he just really wants to know what's in the book without reading it, “maybe I'll give you a vacation…”
Anxious hands reach for the book. Jared hasn't had vacation in decades, possibly since he started working here. Is it worth insanity? How bad can a Bill be? He starts opening slowly before deciding to rip off the bandaid and throw it open. Jared's eyes are shut, expecting something horrible and painful to happen… but nothing does. The accountant slowly opens his eyes to see a
get rich scheme. He immediately grabs it and flips through the pages. Deals and strategies to surpass the boss and be the true top dog. There's even a page dedicated to all the rewards you can have if you go down this bloodthirsty route, hot babes and infinite amounts of drugs.
The Warden is leaning far away but slowly rolls his chair to Jared. Observing him. No signs of madness yet, he's gotta make sure first,
“Jared,” he whispers, “are you… still with us?”
It takes a second for Jared to respond, being too engrossed in the book,
“What? Oh its nothing. This book is really boring, let me put it in storage.”
As he tries to pocket it a force much stronger than him grabs it. It's Alice. Jared tries to grab it back which looks hilarious considering their size difference,
“Give it back! You weren't even invited to this meeting! Why are you here?”
Alice pushes him away halfway across room,
“because I wanna be.”
Once she opens the book she's nearly blinded by the amount of glitter and pink. All the letters are cutesy and loopy, every i dotted with hearts, middle school girl type writing. It's a instruction on how to fully transition and be the most perfect girl in the whole wide universe. Something about this rubs the wrong way. Yes it is appealing to be the girl she's always dreamed of being but this makes it feel belittling. Alice has been through enough to be happy with herself, she is the girl she wants to be. As soon as she thinks that the next page is blank with the words, stubborn fool.
Alice scoffs and sets it in front of the Warden,
“It's a book for trans girls but it's so demeaning.” and she leaves the room.
Finally the book faces the Warden. Hearing completely different takes on it makes him more curious. Clearly it's a magic book that appeals to desire, but he's so curious what it'll promise him. The Warden picks it up with excited haste and opens it to see the pages glitch a million colors before settling to. Nothing. It's all blank. The Warden flips through the pages, sad that there's nothing. What does that mean? Is he not interesting enough to con? After a bit he sighs and sets it on the table, open, he feels disappointed.
Jared slowly walks back to the table. He can finally get out of this dump and make something of himself. He reaches for the book while looking at the Warden to see what he'll do. Right as his fingers touch the hardcover it zaps him. Jared yelps and he holds his hand. The Warden looks up with a big grin. Maybe it does want him!
They both watch as the pages flip back to the first. The Warden leans over so he's directly on top of the book and pushes Jared out of this book. His eyes are wide open as he sees letters scratches themselves onto the page,
What are you?
The Warden quickly reaches into his coat to grab a pen. He picks out an orange pen and tests it on the book, it works, and begins writing,
I could ask you the same question! I'm the Warden! The Warden of Superjail!
He kicks his feet as he waits for a reply. Jared stares at him from the end of the desk. He wants to take back the book but it clearly doesn't want him anymore. He reprimands himself for being so easily swayed by a BOOK. Now he's worried for the Warden, this looks like his next obsession that'll somehow put Superjail in a dire situation again. Jared takes a step forward,
“um, sir, do you think it's wise to keep interacting with the book? I feel like we just had a pretty clear example of what it does-”
“Shut up! It's replying!”
Jared watches in dismay as the Warden and the book go back and forth in what seems to be a conversation. At some point the Warden speaks to Jared while still focused on the book,
“clearly Jared, I'm different! While he tried to scam you and Alice, he's actually talking to me!”
Jared raises an eyebrow,
“he?”
The Warden looks up with a big grin on his face,
“Yes! He is the Bill of the book!”
He immediately returns to writing, blocking out Jared. Jared realizes he can't do anything about it at this current moment so he leaves. He'll think about what to do in his own office. Clearly the book is praying on the Warden’s desire for genuine companionship.
Meanwhile with the Warden,
What makes your jail so different?
For one it isn't sterile and boring like normal jails, I'd never let an inmate die of boredom! I make all sorts of games and activities. Like fights to the deaths or races. I even throw in the prize of freedom! I'm not like other Wardens :)
A fight to the death would literally fix me right now. The most fun thing we have over here are sock puppets, we did have one day where we made stress balls out of space clouds. That was okay…
? are you in jail?
It's more so a looney bin
UGH I HATE MENTAL HOSPITALS! They're all about “fixing” you but what they really do is sedate your true self. I always let my inmates be their true selves
You're so right! That's literally what they're doing to me! At least they haven't made me take these sedatives that repress your powers like some other patients I've seen. That's actually how I'm talking to you. The stupid supervisor thinks I'm just Journaling, little does that sucker know. If what you say about your methods is true I'd rather be imprisoned by you than this dump.
The Warden giggles and kicks his feet. Might actually be one of the nicest complements he's ever gotten.
Thank you! That's the nicest thing I've ever heard!
Oh bs there's no way, how old are you?
I don't know, I'm pretty old…
I'm one trillion years old.
Oh, in that case I'm 52.
that's the equivalent of a single spec of sand on a beach, you're not old at all Warden.
Listen, I have to go soon. journal time is almost over.
Wait! When will you be available again?
Well Journaling time is once every three days for me and would be twice a day for you. I could ask for the journal while I'm in the main room, older staff might not let me considering my record BUT there are some student staff that don't know my history so I can ask for the journal during their shift.
How will I know if you're writing again? What if I miss you?
You won't buddy, the book will open on it's own or start shaking. They're collecting the journals, bye.
Bye! Write me when you have the chance!
The Warden stares at the pages for a while before he closes the book and holds it close to his chest. He has a penpal now. From somewhere. The Warden opens the book again to look at the messages close to the beginning as he traces it with his fingers.
I can't see you like the other humans. As an omnipotent being I just need to think about it and I can find whatever information I need, but you, you're the first true mystery I've had in a while. What do you say we become friends? To get to know each other more?
His legs kick repeatedly as he reads it over and over again. The Warden gets so attached to the minimum notion of friendship. Not only that but being called a mystery, which is probably why the book appeared blank to him at first. It must have jumbled it all up because he's so unique. All of this is tickling his ego, that Bill guy is so charming!
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Lesson learned, never use goody two shoes family guys again. Good news, new host!
Jared, an accountant with a bad boy past hello! Drug addiction and insecurities about his worth in the world? Suicidal? Yes please! This is going to be so easy! He's gotta be American, where… where is he? Bill for the first time in a while feels blind. He furrows his brow trying to find the location but all he sees is bright flashes of colors. His supervisor, ◇♡♤, takes notice and hovers over,
“Is something the matter sir Cipher?”
◇♡♤ is in college using this place as a way to pay off their student debt. Bill likes when they supervise the main room, not because they're nice, but because they're not good at their job. They mostly just sit there doing assignments on their device and let the patients do whatever. Once in a while they pay attention, which is happening right now. Bill wonders if they got a notice to pay attention specifically to him,
“Oh you know just really thinking about my complex trauma to uh get it on the page”
The 20 thousand year old supervisor nods like they understand but don't actually look like they're listening,
“I'll leave you to it then!”
With ◇♡♤ gone, Bill returns to their journal. Someone else has taken or actually stolen the book. Alice, an incredibly stubborn woman. Bill is doubtful on whether or not he'll be able to crack her. He'll try, go on her insecurities about her femininity. Oh dear, he already feels her annoyance maybe- nope stubborn fool. Bill withholds a jolt as he feels as though it's himself being slammed on the table. Ouch. Another one picks up the book and it's a…
What is it?
What the heck is he looking at. It's that blind feeling again, an incredible colorful fog of complex patterns and shapes. Surely he can scrape something from this anything, is this even a human? A blind grab into the void. Desires aren't this hard to find. faint something. Something. Something. Companion. Companionship! There we go! Only one headache for it-
“Sir Cipher are you okay?”
This jolts Bill,
“What?”
“Your eye was doing a weird thing, do they have you on medication?”
Get out of here! A quick lie,
“yees it's been making me feel weird.”
That might have horrible consequences later if ◇♡♤ tells the other staff who know he's not on any meds. ◇♡♤ shimmers at him for a while, deciding if they should note this,
“okaay… if that's the case…”
Finally they leave. Why do they keep bothering him? He's gets he's a big deal but the time lizard is literally astro protecting two tables away from Bill, why doesn't ◇♡♤ bother them? Regardless, the book.
It's been put down. That's okay.
NO IT'S NOT.
This is ◇♡♤’s fault. They took too long and the, thing, must have gotten bored and put the book down.
Jared is touching the book again. Maybe they're all in the same area, maybe the same room. Bill does not want dull Jared to have the book, he's far more interested in that thing. He channels energy into the book to repel the lame accountant.
What should he say to this person? Hello? Hey? Wassup? Why is he nervous? Just write anything, it doesn't matter. For now figure out if this thing is stupid enough to help him or not.
What are you?
I could ask you the same question! I'm the Warden! The Warden of Superjail!
Bill has heard of that before. It went crazy on the news a few years ago. Some crazy dude from a place that the news called Superjail killed a time judge, destroyed a whole court and caused a major reality malfunction. Bill remembers thinking what a cool guy! No one could find where they went though, not even Bill. He figured whoever this was had to have an impossibly high perception protection shield.
Now this person has the book. If Bill wasn't trying to be nonchalant he'd be giggling and kicking his feet. Just by chance! Completely random!
since you asked, I'm Bill. The name on the big ol book you've got there. Bill cipher.
Are you the book? Or are you speaking through the book?
I'm speaking through it trying to find someone cool enough to help me out.
Listen,
I can't see you like the other humans. As a omnipotent being I just need to think about it and I can find whatever information I need, but you, you're the first true mystery I've had in a while. What do you say we become friends? To get to know each other more?
This would seal the deal and hopefully finally free him.
YES YES YES YES YES OF COURSE! We can be penpals!
Yeah penpals! From across time and space!
That sounds amazing Bill! I had a penpal once when I was 9 but never understood the other guy's writing.
That was so easy. Unbelievablely easy. He'll have this dude breaking him out in no time.
I've been meaning to ask,
What makes your jail so different, Warden?
For one it isn't sterile and boring like normal jails, I'd never let an inmate die of boredom! I make all sorts of games and activities. Like fights to the deaths or races. I even throw in the prize of freedom! I'm not like other Wardens :)
A fight to the death sounds so good right now. Bill pauses to fantasize fighting someone to death, maybe that annoying time lizard two tables away. This Warden was more fun than he thought.
A fight to the death would literally fix me right now. The most fun thing we have over here are sock puppets, we did have one day where we made stress balls out of space clouds. That was okay…
? are you in jail?
It's more so a looney bin
UGH I HATE MENTAL HOSPITALS! They're all about “fixing” you but what they really do is sedate your true self. I always let my inmates be their true selves
Surely this guy has to be buttering him up. He has Henchmaniac material.
You're so right! That's literally what they're doing to me! At least they haven't made me take these sedatives that repress your powers like some other patients I've seen. Thats actually how i’m talking to you. The stupid supervisor thinks I'm just Journaling, little does that sucker know. If what you say about your methods is true I'd rather be imprisoned by you than this dump.
Bill looks at the last sentence he wrote, it's a little freaky honestly. He doesn't think the Warden will take it that way hopefully.
Thank you! That the nicest thing I've ever heard!
Oh bs there's no way, how old are you?
I don't know I'm pretty old…
I'm one trillion years old.
Oh, in that case I'm 52.
Humans are insecure things about the silliest things. It makes them so easy to pick at, but we don't even know if this person IS human.
that's the equivalent of a single spec of sand on a beach, you're not old at all Warden.
Bill's attention is taken away when he hears,
“Okay Journaling time is over guys and things! I'll give you a minute to wrap it up.”
Listen I have to go soon, journal time is almost over.
Wait! When will you be available again?
Well Journaling time is once every three days for me and would be twice a day for you. I could ask for the journal while I'm in the main room, older staff might not let me considering my record. BUT there are some student staff that don't know my history so I can ask for the journal during their shift.
How will I know if you're writing again? What if I miss you?
Bill looks up to see the journal bin out and ◇♡♤ collecting journals. Bill's writing speeds up to deliver his final messages.
You won't buddy, the book will open on it's own or start shaking. They're collecting the journals, bye.
Bye! Write me when y
“Mr. Cipher? Are you done?”
◇♡♤’s slivers reaches out for the journal. Bill stares at the shining thing for a bit before handing his journal over. ◇♡♤ glitters as a minimum thanks before going on to get more journals.
Now what. Watch TV? Coloring pages? That's so boring. He wants to throw a rager, do something stupid. Bill can't do it here though. When is sock puppets hour? He looks down at the table. Blank. Blank. Blank. You know for a place that's supposed to cure you of insanity it sure is making him feel insane.
Here's something he can do, he can daydream about the next time he gets to talk to the Warden. What can Bill say next? Did you ever want a higher purpose? Actually he might already have that being whatever he is. Bill can ask about that. Are you a human being? Or something else. The Warden is obviously something else, why did he just respond with Warden? Is that a species? It's not.
While looking into the mysterious void that is Warden's domain, Bill finds it feels sort of similar to the nightmare realm. Similar chaotic energy but also stability somehow. It's foundation isn't falling apart like the nightmare realm. It could be because it's significantly younger than the nightmare realm so it hasn't had the chance to fall apart yet.
Still… if only Bill could figure out where it is. It's definitely near earth, he could crash there for a bit while he figures out how to take over earth again. Or claim Superjail for himself. If The Warden is as cool as he presents himself then he can be his new henchmaniac. There's a lot of slots open for that job.
“good for nothings” Bill mutters to himself.
Bill gets up, he doesn't want to be here anymore. He floats over to ◇♡♤ and taps them on their receptacle,
“hey.”
◇♡♤ shimmers up from their college assignment,
“yes Sir Cipher? How can I help you?”
“can I go to my room and take a nap?”
The glittering thing sighs and fully turns to Bill,
“I thought you didn't sleep?”
Bill rolls his eye,
“ok to DISSOCIATE, same thing.”
◇♡♤ shines at him before pulling out their keys and standing up,
“ok come with me Sir Cipher.”
When they leave the room ◇♡♤ informs the staff posted on desk that they're leaving temporarily to escort the patient back to their room. An glowing orb moved from the desk area to take over watching the main room. Bill and ◇♡♤ walk down the long corridor. It's so white and plain Bill wants to gouge his eye out. Once he's free Bill is going to bomb this place until not a single atom is left.
They finally get to his room and ◇♡♤ moves with the key to open it up. Bill floats in his room, decorated with messy drawings of red and blue triangles scrawled on the wall, he turns back to ◇♡♤ as they lock the door. Normally patient doors are supposed to be open for supervision, however, due to Bill being high risk it must be locked.
After a while staring at the door he finally stops floating and sits on the floor. His legs curl up as he mentally fades away. Thinking about everything and nothing at all. What happened, what was supposed to happen, what might happen. Parents, Pines, the Warden, here, there, that one time he got off of mushroom markers and stumbled into a gas station. Eventually it gets to a point where it feels like he isn't thinking at all. These overload of thoughts create a kind of static. You can't even focus on what's in front of you. Just the static, fuzzy endless static.
Freakin awesome art that I commissioned from @jadescortaurius1 go commission them!!!
they drew that Bill Cipher x Warden fanchild I've been posting lately and I really like how it came out!
Would anyone be interested in a drawing of bill cipher and the warden smoking a bowl today I am so bored
