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“All this stuff with you and Stan... It feels like this is all my fault...” His voice was soft, “Maybe if I’d never existed-...”
“Bipper... none of this is your fault.”
“I’m an adult, capable of making my own choices, and I made a bad choice when it came to you. I was able to salvage the situation, but that doesn’t make what I did right. You did nothing wrong.”
“I-...I think the other Bill is talking about me...”
“SO WHEN ARE YOU GONNA KILL YOUR PUPPET?”
“Ugh!!” Bipper flopped down dramatically onto his bed, “Grunkle Ford? You got a minute? Or like... twenty?” He called loudly, hoping his caretaker was nearby or could at least hear him. (AU where Bipper is 16)
Ford enters the room with a book in hand, scribbling something on one of the pages.
“What’s the matter? Are you in trouble?”
“My dad bought me a pet taurantula! He’s a Brachypelma smithi and I’ve named him Pappy!!” The little boy showed opened the pocket on his shirt to show off the spider. It seemed to enjoy resting in such a warm spot.
“Those are venomous!”
“I had a bad dream...” Bipper muttered softly, voice quivering and face pale like he’d just seen a ghost. It was way past his bedtime, meaning he’d been out for a while before he woke up in this state to trot over to Ford. He had tears at the corners of his eyes and was sniffling. Worst of all, his lower lip was stuck in the type of pout one put on to keep themselves from crying hard, “C-Can I stay up with you?” He asked, voice breaking with every word.
Ford glances at the clock. It’s nearing four AM, he should really be trying to sleep himself at this hour... but he can’t turn away from a crying child.
“You can stay up with me,” he agrees with a soft smile, and he pats his lap. “Do you want up? I can show you what I was working on.”
“Grunkle Ford? How come you and my dad keep arguing?” His big eyes blinked twice, open wide as he tilted his head. A little pout was present on his lip and his brows were curved down, indicating a look of both sadness and confusion, “You argue so loud...”
“Well you see, Bipper.”
“It’s that your father is evil.”
"Daaaaad!" The boy ran into the house and up to his room with a bag filled with water, "Look!!" He said excitedly, giving him the bag, "There's a goldfish in it!!" Sure enough, there was a small fish inside. It looked sickly, like no one else besides Bipper would pick something so small and sick on purpose, "I won her at the fair. She's for you!" He said, so proud of himself. Hoping that caring for a living creature that could not care for itself would be good for his demon father.
Bill delicately took the goldfish in the bag. He made a bit of a skeptical face at the fish’s condition, but turned it into a polite smile, “Oh... well thank you for the fish Bipper, I’ve never actually had a pet before.” He comments, wondering how long he could manage to keep such a sickly thing alive. He didn’t seem to know what to do with the thing, simply holding the bag and staring intently at the small aquatic thing within. His pupil shrinking like a cat the longer he stared.
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