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I'm exposing all of you.

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Bill: "So, Frills, just wanted to double check. How do ethical beings feel about murder?"

The Axolotl: "It's frowned upon."

(Incorrect Quote sourced from the episode "Derek" of the series "The Good Place".)

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*The Pines Family (and Bill) are gathered together in the Mystery Shack's living room as Mabel attempts to teach a lesson about ethics using the infamous trolley problem. Bill is fixated on doodling on the paper he's holding*

Mabel: "Bill. You've been quiet. What do you think about this?"

Handyman Bill: "Well, obviously the dilemma is clear: How do you kill all six people?"

*He turns the paper he was drawing on around, so that the Pines can see it properly. It's a vivid depiction of bloodshed and massacre utilizing creative methods that only a psychopath could think of...which he is. Sparkly, red glitter is glued on to color and illustrate the blood rushing from the victims' wounds*

Bill: "Well, I would dangle a sharp blade out of a window to slice the neck of the guy on the other track as we swoosh our five main guys."

*He looks around expectantly only to be met with tired expressions, too used to this kind of mayhem*

Bill: "Oh... I did the thing again, didn't I?"

Mabel: "Yeah. Ten more more, buddy."

*She flips around the blackboard she had borrowed from Ford to use for her lesson to reveal hundreds of "People=Good" messages scribbled on the other side in chalk*

Bill: "People. Good. People... Why is that so hard to remember? "

(The "Handyman Bill AU" was created by @/LosanPostle and @/waty_mot on Twitter)

(Incorrect Quote sourced from the episode "The Trolley Problem" of the series "The Good Place".)

Bill: "Yo. I've been talking to Ford for a couple of weeks, and I think I'm ready to ask him out."

Fiddleford: "I mean, yeah, that's cool that you wanna go out with him, but I heard that he only likes guys with blonde hair, like—"

*He blinks and all of a sudden Bill is a guy with extremely blonde hair*

Fiddleford: "..."

Fiddleford: "Bro..."

Bill: "I'm — I'm just chilling."

Fiddleford: "Bill, how are you gonna change your entire self...for a guy, bro—"

Bill: "Bro..."

*Bill taps the southern man on the shoulder and points into the distance where Stan is walking up next to Ford*

Bill: "He has a twin...brother."

*Fiddleford now has hair so blonde and bright that it's capable of blinding the eyes of passerby*

...

Fiddleford: "See, that's a different story."

Bill: "That's what I'm trying to say!"

Guess we were on the same brain wave then, lol. (I love your art, btw)

Is that the bookmark of '87-

A Game of Pretend

Prologue

Ford was a fraud of a muse that wanted to use him to accomplish...whatever corrupt plans he had. Bill was aware of this from the start in an instinctual way he couldn't quite place his finger on. The routine felt familiar to him, as if it was something he was destined to experience, and yet so distant at the same time. Like he had only been left with a phantom whisp of a trace to go off and use in picking up the pieces. Off.

Not that he'd never met some scheming, manipulative puppeteer who attempted (emphasis on attempt; he was no easy target) to trick and exploit him before— No, Bill was well equipped with the type and how to handle them. It was just that this time felt... different.

...

He wasn't sure what to think about that.

...

So, he wouldn't.

Ford claimed to be a benevolent god bestowing wisdom upon those living their lives in ignorance. Clearing the fog that blinded their eyes and enlightening them with knowledge previously beyond their comprehension. A muse.

What he wouldn't say was that he was liar who was barely managing to hide his ulterior motives with every breath he took. Bill didn't care nearly enough to tell the guy, though. He'd let him have his fun as long the egomaniac got the memo that the painter wasn't interested in whatever con he was selling and left to go pester the next potential puppet. After all, he was a busy guy! He had perspectives to shatter with his breathtaking — totally original — art; stars to gaze at; etcetera, etcetera. You get the idea.

As he had previously stated (and was proud to declare), he knew how to deal with scumbags like these: Beings striving to play the long game to reel you in to a false sense of security where all they have to do to pull the strings is a simple lift of a finger, and — BAM! — they have someone, either entirely out of their will or out of pressure, capable of doing their bidding.

It never got to that part for Bill, though. He wasn't one to brag (he very much was so, depending on who he was talking to), but he had a natural talent for spotting out shapes — and more — like them. He stopped them before they even had the chance to play their games. He learned the best tip was to ignore them. It usually took a while, sure, since they were persistent to get their way, but as long as you were as well, they would give up.

So, that was what he had decided to do with the confusing higher being. Any attempts at conversation from his behalf would be met with utter silence from the Euclidean triangle, whom acted like he couldn't see him. That's how most of their interactions were...in the beginning.

Hey! A shape could only be so patient before something — or someone — got on their nerves! So, eventually, Bill snapped. He started yelling at the six-fingered person, cursing him out. This only seemed to amuse the supposedly 'superior' being, though, which got on the painter's nerves more. He acted oh so better and greater, all because he could float and do...er...other things Bill couldn't remember at the moment.

In the end, he caved in to the god's desires, deciding that his irritating efforts would diminish if the triangle played along ever the slightest bit.

They began to hold genuine conversations where they learned about one another. Ford began to seem less like some far-away, untouchable being who was created into existence just to annoy him, and more like an actual person with feelings and thoughts. Who knew! And — here's the real kicker — Bill was starting to like him.

Behind that arrogant, all-powerful persona was someone who listened to him, emphasizing, understanding. He truly was intelligent and shared ideas that the painter would have never considered on his own. They taught each other things, and instantly developed a kind of chemistry and dymanic that only that one person can create with you. He was funny, charming, charismatic...

...

But, still manipulative. Still trying to rope Bill into becoming some kind of puppet he could utilize for whatever plots he has in mind. He hadn't forgotten that, nor did Ford get any better at masking it.

He knew that he should cut him off, stop things now before they began to spiral into something worse he couldn't return from. But, he was hesitant to because Ford was the only other person capable of understanding him. Because Ford filled that gaping ache of missing companship. Because he was so starved for any other kind of connection he could have after a childhood of being alone, outcasted by his society for being different. Because Ford was the only other person who was just as much of a freak as him. Because Ford could not only tolerate his weirdness, but even like it. Because Ford was the only other person who knew what was like to see the stars...

...

He didn't want to lose that. Didn't want to lose his muse who showed him wonderful things he never dreamed of seeing before. Didn't want to lose his love.

And, besides, he was curious to find out what Ford's plans were and his curiosity was one that was rarely left unfulfilled.

So, for the first time ever, Bill would entertain this manipulator. Allow himself to go along with whatever ulterior motives he has planned. Engage himself in a game of pretend.

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The "Euclydia Rises" AU was created by @orxinus . Thank you for reading! 💖

Next Chapter:

(Currently being worked on)

Oh my gosh!!!!! You're a fan of the fic "Stan Overboard" too?! 🤩

Uh—

*clears throat*

I mean, don't mind me. I'll just be obsessing over that tidbit of learned information to myself in the corner like Dipper over the journals.

When it comes to regular tabs, I usually only have one open (Netflix) because I close out all of my other tabs when I'm done using them, since having too many takes up storage space and slows down my device. It's also just, in general, too chaotic and messy for me, so I only keep open that one tab.

For Samsung Internet, I have two tabs: The Monster High Dolls website (dolls are one of my special interests) and an analysis essay on the character writing of a season of PreCure. I love analysis essays.

No pressure tags:

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face @pickledoesthetumbling

Does anyone want to play a little game?

It's called "how many open tabs do you have on your phone"

I'm gonna start: 393 tabs in chrome...

Most of it are Ao3 tabs and Tumblr Masters-Posts to various intriguing/ interesting AUs

I'm gonna tag someone bc I want to, but anyone feel free to reblog and play along...

or ignore it... @majoringinfanfiction ...?

I don't want to reveal too much about my first chapter before it's officially finished and published, but I still want to share some of it. So, I screenshotted the part of it before the "Keep Reading" line — which is, admittedly, just the gist, but it's something.

I finally ended up starting to write my final(?) draft on Tumblr yesterday. FYI, I spent the time beforehand writing it on google docs and plotting out the chapter (and others to follow) in notes

The Axolotl: "Now, there'll be no more interruptions, distractions, or side plots. Bill Cipher, is there anything further you'd like to say to the Court?"

*A piano, which was notably not there beforehand, is present with Bill sitting on its bench. He flexes his fingers before drifting them towards the white-and-black keys, playing the opening notes of a tune. He then turns to face the great amphibian expectantly*

The Axolotl: "Not in the form of a song."

*Bill's eye twitches in annoyance for a moment and he closes it to gain composure before opening it back up*

Bill: "I'm innocent."

The Axolotl: "Very well."

*They move to face the jury, opening their mouth for a second to speak before being immediately interrupted by a certain triangle continuing his statement while playing a melody on the piano*

Bill: "I'm so incredibly innocent that the word 'innocent ' should be written on my face. The 'i' would stand for 'I'm innocent.' The 'n' would stand for 'nothing wrong,' which is what I've done. The 'a' would stand for—"

Ford: "That's not how you spell 'innocent.'"

Bill: "I'm sure spelling doesn't count."

The Axolotl: "Spelling counts."

*Bill's eye scrunches in annoyance at the frilled god and he does his best to side-eye them with his singular eye before placing focus back on his piano*

Bill: "Well, then 'innocent' should be spelled 'B-I-L-L' because that is how I plead!"

*The keys got louder with the pronunciation of each letter and he finished off with a selection of sweet notes, nodding in showmanship*

(Incorrect Quote sourced from the episode "Penultimate Peril: Part 2" of the show "A Series of Unfortunate Events".)