This feels late but give me the Wellchair shitposts !! WTTW scrambled my neurons !!!! 😍 /pos
Danikoshi your opinion is very correct, everyone please read Roxy’s “Welcome to The Webspace,” it has very cool BBAU interpretation and much tragic yaoi. WTTW should be a picture book.
Honestly Idk what the point of this is, just belted this out over the course of a day. Also I know I've been slacking on the 🦈DENIED PROPAGANDA🦈 lately but hopefully I'll have more to share. Soon. Eventually. Gah. God I hope so.
It takes place between WTTW's ch 9 and 10 - Billy did get his ass kicked by Aldurra, but the Dave Gathering hasn't happened yet, stuff like that.
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NOISE RECOGNIZED: DAVE’S ALARM
EXITING SLEEP MODE
Billy’s eyes opened, adjusting to the morning light. When he was able to focus, he saw Dave’s arm, streaking over him, trying to reach the alarm clock. And he couldn’t.
Just as planned. A method of helping him wake in the mornings. As well as, opting for the annoying, droning sounds as opposed to music, which just lulled him back to sleep more often than not.
After watching him struggle for half a minute (and deep down, was entertained by it, though Billy knew better than to admit as such), he finally heard his partner groan, “Ugh, Billy, I can’t-… Could you please…”
“Mm, sure, I got it.” Effortlessly, he shut it off. Almost immediately, he felt Dave’s arm fall across his chest, sighing.
“That’s better…” Oh no. Billy just realized - he gave in. He wasn’t supposed to. He had to salvage this.
“It is 6:31 AM,” He informed him, “We should get up.” He went to exit the bed, only to be encased in Dave’s arms. Somehow, despite the drowsiness, his grip was nearly unbreakable.
“Already…?” Came another groan, “Five more minutes?” He shouldn’t. He won’t allow it. It’s not going to happen
“Five minutes.” And yet, he gave in again. Billy was doing a terrible job at this.
But Dave just grinned sleepily and cuddled him. And within moments, drifted off.
6:36 AM. “Dave. We should get up,” He said again, having to lightly shake him, “It’s been five minutes.” Dave’s eyes snapped open, instinctively.
“I’m awake!” No he wasn’t, but the well-made robot played along, sitting up.
“Good. I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” He replied at first, but still couldn’t escape. It was nice to know that his cooler body temperature wasn’t a deterrent when it came to affection, but right now, it wasn’t helpful. Gently, he tried to pry Dave off of him. “Please, um. Let me go. … I would like some space.” He felt a bit guilty having to say that, for while it was true, it wasn’t for the expected reason.
But it worked. Dave released him immediately. “Ah, sorry, sorry. Okay. I’ll see you there.”
To show no harm done, Billy gave him a soft peck, of which Dave quickly returned. He saw his partner remain upright as he left to freshen up.
6:55 AM. The well-made robot, now prepared for the day, made it to the kitchen. Dia was already there, attempting to pour a cup of coffee from the pot. While appearing just as lethargic as his former teacher, the young gem still managed to drag himself this far. Admirable.
“Good morning, Dia.” He greeted, lightly. Dia stiffened, almost losing his grip on the handle. It didn’t seem to matter what approach Billy used, the poor kid was always jumpy.
“Uh, morning.” He quietly acknowledged. Then, his attention went back to his task. Should he even be drinking that?
“How old are you, again?”
“… Fourteen?” The question sounded strange to Dia, and his response showed it.
“Then you are too young for coffee,” The well-made robot asserted, then adding to soften the blow, “Maybe when you’re a bit older.”
“W-Wait! I lied!” Frantically, Dia tried to say, “I’m a-actually sixteen! Sixteen!”
There were multiple flaws to that logic, but Billy didn’t bring up any of them. “No you’re not. You cannot fool me.”
“Dammit…” Dia didn’t argue further, admitting defeat, “How will I ever get the strength to deal with today…”
Billy didn’t fold to the dramatic tone he used. “A good breakfast?”
“I guess…” Dia peered over at the sliding glass door behind them, noticing something. “Oh shit. The sun’s out.”
“So it is.” Billy nodded. He watched Dia leave the kitchen, to the backyard. By the time Billy followed him, the reflections of the young gem’s head were so abundant, he had to squint to see him. He had pulled down his hood, taking in the light.
“Whoa. Bright…” He couldn’t help but muse aloud, but in a low mutter.
“I feel like a solar panel.” Dia spoke when Billy was next to him. A solar panel…? Oh!
“I see… It charges you,” Though, he didn’t quite understand why; as far as he knew, Dia wasn’t an inorganic in the same sense as him, in fact, were minerals inorganic at all? And didn’t they thrive in caves, where it’s dark? How was this possible? No matter. “So that’s why you prefer sunny days.”
“Yeah…” There was a pause. Then, the young gem faced him, demeanor completely changed. Energized. “Okay! I can face anything life wants to throw at me! I’m ready!”
Billy smiled from his confidence. “You should probably still eat something.”
“Oh, right…” As the two headed back inside the empty kitchen, he asked, “Is Dave up yet?”
Oh God. Billy forgot about Dave. He marched out of the room. “I’ll check on him.”
“‘Kay.” Was all Dia said back.
7:11 AM. Please be up, please be up, please be up. This was the only thought that looped in his mind, as he reached the master bedroom. If Dave wasn’t in there, it would be a good sign. Billy opened the door, and…
Dave had fallen asleep. Again. This time, he lay on his front, upside-down from where the pillows were.
Billy covered his face in both hands, growing exasperated as he drug them down. But, he too was to blame - he knew better than to leave Dave alone on mornings like these. Mornings where getting out of bed felt impossible, compelled only to remain under the blanket and sheets and ignore the world around him for a while longer. Or mornings where he felt too depressed to see a point in rousing himself to begin with.
And in the past, having such days would’ve been more than acceptable. But now, the two had Dia. The two had responsibilities. And Dave couldn’t afford letting himself falter like this. Not anymore.
Collecting himself, Billy went to him, lifting him up by the shoulders and tapping his cheek. He had to be more firm. It was imperative. “Dave,” He called to him, “Come on. You must get up. Didn’t you want to take Dia to school today? You have…” His voice went tense as he calculated it, “Nine minutes.”
To all this, Dave fluttered his eyes open, half-lidded, staring through him blankly. “Buh… Wha…?” Then, to the well-made robot’s horror, he slumped over, onto his shoulder, emitting a quiet, breathy snore.
This was hopeless. For the third time, he gave in. Setting Dave back down, he told him, “Okay, you know what? Fine. I’ll do it.”
He hoped he didn’t come off as rude or snippy, but then again, he wasn’t sure if he was heard at all, judging by the lack of response from his partner.
Be strong, Billy. Be strong. He had thought, as he pulled himself together and returned to Dia. Meanwhile, the young gem had heeded his advice, sitting at the kitchen table and taking another bite of what appeared to be an egg in a basket, accompanied by a glass of juice. And… The coffee pot was still full.
Good, he didn’t try to sneak some of it while Billy wasn’t looking. But on the other hand, the sun gave Dia the energy he craved, so he wouldn’t need the caffeine anymore to begin with.
“Whoa. Amazing…” Back to the point, once more did his surprise show, but still low in volume.
“Any luck?” Dia asked, muffled from his mouthful of breakfast.
Billy allowed a sigh. “Unfortunately, no. I’ll be taking you today. Dave…” He struggled to find a way to word it. “Can’t seem to get out of bed.”
“Hm. Yeah, sorry. He’s just like that,” Unfazed whatsoever. “We used to try and get him to, like, back in the day. He’d. Uh. Y-You know.” He sounded like he was about to launch into something, before realizing it himself and stopping short. The well-made robot joined him at the table.
“I don’t.” Unless he did, but if so, it wouldn’t be making Dia nervous. Concerning.
Dia inhaled, a bit uncomfortably. “Well… He tended to. Growl. And hiss. A-And swat us away. So eventually we just… Just gave up. Then, he’d be mad at us for n-not trying. And also when we did try. It’s… Um. It’s just the way it is.”
More accurately, frustrating. He couldn’t imagine being in such an unbearable circumstance. Yes, issues between him and Dave have come up before. There was the occasional disagreement, fight, or anger - but that was par for the course. What mattered was if they could work things out, and there’d always been some kind of methodology, that was a healthy compromise for them both.
Such as, the alarm clock situation: placed where Dave has to work hard to reach it. Sounding wretched and annoying so he’d want to get to it. And Billy didn’t mind having to bear the noise or be in Dave’s direct path (again, it actually proved to be humorous).
Just don’t shut it off for him, no matter how much he asks (failed). Just don’t give him “five more minutes” (failed). Just don’t fall for him saying “I’m awake!” when he clearly isn’t (failed). And just don’t leave him to his own devices if he can’t even move to his wheelchair (failed).
The two agreed on this. Hammered out these details. And for a short while, it had worked. Until today, when Billy gave in to every one of the things he absolutely shouldn’t do. A stunning grade of zero. Zero.
But even then, even now, the events of just earlier were nothing like what Dia described. And it’s never happened before, either. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that. However… He did no such thing to me. Perhaps he’s gotten better?”
Dia looked at him for a minute. Then, muffled again, he mused, “That’s. So not like him…”
But, maybe, that wasn’t a bad thing.
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Dave stirred, lifting his head to find the absurd position he was in. How in the world had he ended up like this? And how would’ve Billy even allowed something like that? Oh… He wasn’t here. How odd. What time was it? Memories were a blur at the moment. The alarm went off, Billy made it stop, and he thinks he gave him five more minutes, then…
Checking internally, the timekeeper of the Webspace told him.
11:42 AM. No. That… That couldn’t be right. Right?
Dave sat up, stretched, then glanced at the alarm clock. The time was the same.
Oh God. Oh God. OH GOD
In panic, Dave let out a yell, practically throwing himself off the bed, but forgot which direction he was facing, hitting the floor. “Ow…” But he bore the pain as he scurried over to his wheelchair, getting in and bolting out of the room as quickly as possible.
“BILLY!” He yelled again, “DIA IS LATE FOR SCHOOL WHERE IS HE I HAVE TO-” He cut himself off, when all he saw in the living room was Billy curled up on his sofa. A rerun of that one sitcom they watch together was playing on the TV. They’d decided to watch it ironically as nothing else was on that day, only to somehow get sucked into it, unironically. Some programs were powerful like that.
“Oh, good morning, Dave,” His partner looked over at him and replied, adding quietly, “Wow, it’s still morning.” Then, back to a normal volume, “I took him. Don’t worry about it.”
Dave tried to process the scene in front of him. Then, at last, put his head in his hands in relief. “Thank goodness. Thank you, Billy…”
“Of course,” After Dave recomposed himself, the well-made robot asked, “Do you need anything?” Dave looked away, heading to the kitchen, waving it off, almost defiantly.
“No no. I can- I can do it myself,” He’s already bothered him enough as it is. He couldn’t help his grumbling, as more pieces fell into place. “God, I… It’s all coming back to me. That must’ve been annoying. I’m sorry.”
“A little, but it’s fine.” It wasn’t. Dave blew it today. He’d been doing so well. What a waste.
So you made a mistake, chimed in his inner voice. Beating yourself up about it isn’t going to make things better. Just try again.
Yeah, but what about Billy? Remember how disappointed he sounded? “Okay fine, I’ll do it”?
That was hours ago. He said it was only “a little”. If he says it’s fine, then it’s fine.
Dave stared blankly at the microwave, which was currently heating up a pizza hot pocket, spinning. Spinning. Just like his mental state. He sighed. If that’s what his conscience believes, then… Okay.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Remove carefully, it’s hot.
He returned to the living room, moving over and sitting next to Billy on the sofa. Then, he heard him randomly say, “I’m sorry too.”
“What?”
“I gave in at every turn. And, I was rude.” Oh.
“Well, yes, but…” Dave paused to collect his thoughts. “It’s not just you, you know? You can’t solely be responsible for me. I have to try, too. And I didn’t, not even once…” He tried to take a bite of the hot pocket, but stopped immediately. Dear God, it hasn’t nearly cooled down enough yet.
“I see. So, we’re really only upset with ourselves, and not so much with each other?”
“I wasn’t upset at you at all. You just had an off day. It happens,” He tried the corner instead. Just breading, but it didn’t burn him. “And you’re sure it’s fine?”
“Yes. In fact, actually, I could say the same to you,” Dave stopped. Oh darn it. He fell right into that one, didn’t he. “You also just had an off day. It happens.” He had a small smile on his face. It was hard to think suddenly.
He’s forgiven you, his internal voice spoke again, reinforcing it. Everything is going to be okay. There’s always next time.
“… If you say so,” He finally replied. He went to lean against the well-made robot, but stopped. “Do you still want space?”
“No,” The answer came easily. “Also, I only really said that so I could get out of bed. Sorry about that.”
“No no, that’s fine. That makes sense. In that case, may I…?” He saw Billy lift his arm.
“Sure.” As Dave moved in closer and rested against him, his partner’s arm draped around him. Dave exhaled, more content this time. Observing the episode of the sitcom, he saw the two dating leads have some dramatic argument about the third character in the love triangle.
“Think they’ll finally break up?” Dave asked. Every moment in the season thus far was pointing to it.
“I hope so. I don't think they’ve ever worked together. Even before now. It’s like they never wanted to be serious.”
“Boy, you can say that again.” Without thinking, Dave took another bite. Ah, it didn’t hurt. Finally, he could enjoy it.
I think Billy would hate Dave for shooting his son — Toxic!Wellchair 🧤♿️
There are many romantic & platonic Wellchair interpretations where Billy and Dave get along very well. It makes sense, yes? They’re both single fathers; they love machines; they’re both disabled; they are quite nerdy; The love outdoor activities — Dave with his grilling; Billy with his camping. One is more reserved (Dave) — because he mostly works at home and is very chill — while the other is out-going (Billy) — he’s a sort of microcelebrity because of his father’s legacy.
Though with recent updates… I find it hard to say that they would get along ;^^ I think Billy would hate Dave, but not immediately, it’s a gradual development. He’d learn more about Dave and slowly realise that he’s a great scietntist and dedicated worker, but he’s not a great father or person…
This is because Billy has — from what most, including me, interpret — severe daddy issues. His father, Bob the Great II, died in the war after the boat/submarine he built exploded during an expedition. I imagine Billy would be very pressured to uphold such a high standard legacy that his father left. But also it’d be very difficult since no matter what he did — daddy’s legacy or not — he would not be taken seriously, because — as comfirmed in one of the game’s chalkboards, “Billy cannot walk, he uses a machine to move!” — he is disabled.
After spending so much time to become “well-made” enough to be somewhat comparable to his father’s “greatness.” And then having to go through the stress a second time because now he has to make sure his son follows the tradition. I imagine fatherhood would be a very sensitive topic to him.
Anyways, hard cut to Dave shooting his son on his birthday, yeah uhhhhhhh I don’t think Billy would react very kindly to that. It wasn’t even an accidental shot, it was intentional. In “Dave’s House,” you play as Tristan, Dave’s son, as he tries to collect all his birthday presents one day before his birthday. Dave gets angry that Tristan would ruin the surprise and starts to chase him around the house. But then things accelerate as Tristan finds Dave’s secret lab in the basement. Dave then threatens to shoot Tristan because he “ruined the party,” and then you play a first-person bullet hell obby trying to escape Dave.
A father shooting his own son? Hah, Billy would’ve probably given anything to have a father to shoot him in the first place! On top of not only breaking basic moral principle, in Billy’s eyes Dave is breaking the great sanctity of fatherhood! You teach the son to wield the gun to protect himself, not turn it against him and then traumatise his innocence. To take away his ability to view his dad as a sensible, protective and trust-worthy person? That’s very un-well-made of you, Dave…
That is not to say that I wouldn’t like for Billy and Dave to get along… I think it’d be amazing! I just think their relationship could make for an amazing friends-to-enemies story, lolol.
So if Dave married Billy, he'd become part of the Lė family.
If Dia saw Billy like a second dad (as he's starting to with Dave), that'd make Bob his grandfather.
Denied would be an uncle and Gonzalo a great uncle.
Bob would be giddy about it ("I have a grandson!" he gasps in joy), Gonzalo is a lot more calm about it ("Oh, how nice"), and Denied is ecstatic ("I'm gonna be the BEST. UNCLE. EVER!" he swears).
This family's weird as Hell guys. But... They are very accepting.
(Where does Spike fit in all this? Even on the best of terms, I don't think he'd view either Billy, let alone Dave, as fatherly...)
