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realityscaresme · 8 months ago

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so i wrote a sequel ;)

heyyy wrote a sequel to this little thing, it's setted during weirdmaggedon p.3

spanish version

previous chapter / chapter one

2- Check-mate

Ford was sitting by the crackling fire in the "suite/prison" where Bill was holding him captive, contemplating the chain of events that had led him there. He knew that if he wanted to defeat Bill Cipher, it wouldn’t be possible through conventional means.

Ford had spent years traveling through the multiverse, searching for and researching everything about the demon and his former friend to find out how to stop him once and for all.

And still, he failed.

He was searching for the knowledge needed to stop Bill. Throughout his travels, he discovered that Bill’s greatest weakness was his arrogance and his overconfidence in his ability to deceive others. But there was one thing Bill could never anticipate: someone playing his own game against him. He had never met anyone as sneaky and deceitful as Bill was, perhaps… he could become that person. But he didn’t know where to start.

His mind wandered into the flames of the fire when the suite door opened. Ford instantly became alert. The demon’s visit could never mean anything good.

Bill smiled at him nonchalantly.

“Good evening, Fordsy. How did you sleep?”

Ford didn’t respond; he just looked away at the fire, ignoring Bill. This slightly annoyed the demon. How dare he ignore him? He should punish him for that, but he tried to keep his composure. If he wanted to get Ford back and obtain that equation, he would have to change his strategy. And speaking of strategy, he had an ace up his sleeve.

“Didn’t you miss me? If you were scared of being alone, I could have slept with you and held your hand.”

Bill laughed loudly. Ford cursed him in his mind. Just like Bill himself, he also tried to maintain his composure.

“What do you want now, Cipher? Are you here to torture me again?”

“Was yesterday torture?” Bill asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “You seemed to enjoy it quite a bit.”

Ford blushed, and Bill laughed again. He cursed his mind for recalling the kiss they had shared yesterday, Bill’s lips on his. A kiss that he both loved and hated. His mind was a whirlwind, and he tried to think of something else. He couldn’t give in to his desires because Bill was his enemy, and you don’t kiss your enemies in war. Ford had to maintain his role as a captive, even if it disgusted him. But he would do it to keep his family safe and buy time to figure out what he could do.

Bill sat in one of the suite’s armchairs, crossing his legs and looking at Ford with longing. Like a prize he had just won or, to his amusement, his captive princess. Although Bill didn’t see it that way. Ford was destined to be his since the moment they met, only he hadn’t realized it yet. Bill had to open his eyes and show him what they were capable of together.

He knew they were soulmates.

Ford glanced over his shoulder at him, surprised that Bill was smiling even more than usual. The human tensed up immediately, bracing himself for whatever the demon had planned.

“Get to the point. I know you have something in mind. What are you going to do? Rip out my eyes and juggle them? Tear me to pieces? What?!”

The demon laughed at the human’s ideas; they seemed so romantic to him. He snapped his fingers, and a chessboard appeared between them. It was bright and blue: interdimensional chess. Ford hadn’t even noticed that a glowing blue cup of tea had also appeared in his hand.

“Just like old times” his captor exclaimed with a smile. “I didn’t add sugar because I know you take it that way. A bit boring, but oh well.”

Ford cautiously observed the board, standing up and approaching to sit in front of it.

“And what’s the point of this? After all, you can read my mind. You can know what move I’m going to make.”

Bill laughed, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Not anymore. With that plate on your head, I can’t read your thoughts.” He pointed to Ford’s head, where the metal plate blocked Bill’s telepathy.

Ford remembered, it was true. Even though Bill was in his reality, he could no longer read his mind. He looked at the chessboard again, now with interest. Finally, he had an advantage against Bill, even while being his prisoner.

“This can’t be a coincidence... If you have an entire world to destroy, why do you come to see me?”

Bill smiled, looking at the flames in the fireplace.

“I got that strange feeling... What do you humans call it? Oh, yes, nostalgia,” he snapped his fingers when he found the word.

“For playing chess?”

“Not just for that. For talking to someone, to you.” Bill rolled the visible eye in his head. “My friends may be fun, but I could never do this with them.”

Ford stared at him.

“And does this amuse you?”

“Of course!”

“I’m not referring to playing; I mean destroying the world.”

“Oh, that’s just your point of view. But it’s not just about that; it’s also about you. I also told that Gleeful kid, I know he’s in love with Shooting Star. You know how the saying goes: If you love something...”

“... Set it free / - Take it by force,” they said in unison, contradicting each other.

Bill laughed at this; Ford scoffed without humor.

“But anyway, to convince you and make this a bit more fun... we could bet something.”

“A bet?”

“Yes, for example... if you beat me in this game, I’ll let you join the party, so you can get out of this suite for a bit. Get some air, and meet my friends.”

“I accept,” Ford instantly replied, moving one of the pieces on the board.

The demon smiled when Ford accepted his offer and followed his move, then took a sip from his blue tea cup.

As they played, an idea began to form in Ford’s mind. “He can’t read my mind,” he thought. It was the first genuine advantage Ford had had against his rival.

Bill was a master of manipulation, deceit, and lies. To defeat him, Ford would have to beat Bill at his own game. And it wasn’t necessarily chess. He would have to become a liar and trickster as skilled as Bill.

This went against his morals, but... what did it matter? It was that or lose the war.

All or nothing.

While they played, Ford focused on the game, but Bill... got distracted looking at the man in front of him. Bill didn’t know what beauty was according to humans; it seemed to him to be as abstract a concept as art or feelings. He couldn’t fully comprehend them, or well, yes... in his own way. But seeing Ford gave him so much pleasure. Even after 30 years, which to Bill were just moments.

As they played, Bill’s cat-like eye lowered to see Ford’s hand and slightly interrupted his game by taking it gently. Ford didn’t know what he was doing. Would he tear it off? Bite it? Set it on fire?

But without hesitation, Bill kissed it gently. His lips were cold. Ford was surprised.

“I know you always hated them, but... I always liked your hands. They’re so unique.”

Ford didn’t know how to respond.

“You don’t understand, Sixer, I just want a world where people like us feel safe. Where weird is... normal. I was weird in my dimension too.”

“And that’s why you destroyed it?”

Bill gritted his teeth. Ford noticed his irritation.

“I didn’t destroy it; I liberated them. And I did them a favor...”

“And that’s why you want to ‘liberate’ my dimension now?”

“If necessary, yes.”

Bill let go of the man’s hand, leaned back in his chair, his cat-like eyes half-closed as he studied Ford with a bored look. They continued playing, and after a while, Ford won the game, knocking over Bill’s king and facing him.

“Checkmate! It’s always a pleasure to play with you. I’ll let me out of here for a while. Come with me.”

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Bill opened the suite door, letting Ford pass first in a “chivalrous” gesture. They walked down the stone stairs of the suite, where the music grew louder as they approached. “You’ll love it,” Bill assured him. All of Bill’s friends were demons like him. Pyronica and the others looked at Ford with a mix of suspicion and amusement. But Bill, always the gracious host, served drinks for everyone. As he said, it would be a party that never ends with a host that never dies.

“To warm you up.”

The demon snapped his fingers, and a cup appeared in Ford’s hand. Time sand, a drink that didn’t exist in the human world. And it didn’t surprise him... for demons, even the most expensive wine must be nothing compared to this. Ford discreetly swapped it for an empty one, and Bill believed he had drunk it.

“Did you already drink it? Good, I like that!”

“Can I... try more?” Ford lied. Perhaps it would be wise to take advantage of this demon party while everyone was intoxicated.

“Of course, Sixer, whatever you want.” Bill brought his own cup to Ford’s lips.

This time... Ford let him give him a drink. The demon smiled, satisfied, thinking that little by little, he could break him.

Just one sip was enough; it was ambrosia... but Ford restrained himself. He had to stay more alert than ever. This might be his only chance.

Ford took Bill by the waist, surprising him slightly.

“Just for today... I want to let go.”

"I like that, Fordsy…" the demon replied, wrapping his arms around the human's neck.

He almost got lost in those feline eyes; he had to avoid getting too deep into character. Bill stared at him, caressing his face. He hadn't expected Ford to kiss him this time. The demon got lost in the kiss, not noticing how Ford took advantage of the distraction to pour his drink onto the floor, making Bill believe he had drunk it.

Hours passed without him realizing it at that diabolical party where Ford had already integrated with the other demons. Bill was showing him off to the others like a trophy. And at the same time, giving him credit for the portal once again: this wouldn't be possible without him. The genius who had created the interdimensional gate between their worlds.

They both found themselves on a red velvet couch, a bit away from the party. Bill kissed Ford's neck, caressing his leg with his claws. The human allowed himself to be touched, feeling a mix of emotions: pleasure, guilt, hate, desire. All at once. But it had to be this way, for his plan. To gain the demon's trust while plotting his escape.

It was then that, on the floor beneath that velvet couch, he spotted something that caught his attention: a weapon that had been left behind, he could make out... Time Police. He deduced they had been there before; perhaps there was a confrontation, and it was left forgotten. It was perfect, with that he could escape... but not without making a scene, he'd have to create a distraction, but how? Bill was drunk, but even so, he saw everything... He had to be quick before the demon noticed.

Bill interrupted his thoughts, grabbing his face with one hand so he would look at him.

"So... Are you mine again?"

Ford nodded, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. Bill half-closed his eyes in pleasure and let himself go. They stayed like that for a while, Ford almost out of breath. The demon was very drunk and wrapped his arm around Ford's shoulders.

"Then you're also part of my team now. But I'd like to make it a bit more... formal."

"Do you want to get married?" the human joked falsely.

"That too! But I was referring to a deal..." Bill stroked his face, his hand igniting with blue flames that illuminated Ford's face - "You still haven't given me that equation and, well, I don't have all eternity" - he emphasized, snapping his fingers. A spectral blue clock ticking away and urging Ford.

Ford smiled, surprising even himself, and moved closer to the demon. He had to play his own game. It was the only way.

"I agree, let's make a deal."

Bill's eyes opened with delight, and he smiled. He couldn't help but slur his words. Ford was pleased, so much so that he didn't even feel guilty. He had him in the palm of his hand.

"Excellent!"

"With conditions."

"Speak then, I'm aaaall ears," the demon answered, smiling with his almost fangs.

"You'll leave my family alone. And you won't read my mind or get into it. If I'm going to be on your team, you'll get the information directly from me," Ford spoke, smiling almost casually "Because we're partners, right?"

"Much more than that, Fordsy... if I'm the king, then you're my queen," the demon winked at him - "I accept. It's a deal. Until the end of time."

Ford knew he was lying blatantly, but it was the only way. Maybe breaking this deal would cost him his life later... but he didn't care.

They shook hands, their pact glowing with blue flames that tingled slightly. It reminded Ford of the first time he did it and how he sold his soul to the devil. But he still doesn't know what was worse: giving him his soul, his body, or his heart.

"So, would you tell me the equation, my love?" he said the last part with irony.

The demon gently laid Ford back on the velvet couch, getting on top of him, caressing his hair with perverse sweetness. The human took his hand and intertwined his fingers with it. With the other, he grabbed Bill's shirt, pulling him gently closer.

"Yes, Bill. But... come closer."

Bill laughed, delighted with the human's change in attitude. Finally, he was being the way he always should have been: Obedient. Submissive.

His and no one else's.

"Of course, Fordsy. Whatever you say."

The demon brought his face closer to him. Ford lowered his voice even more.

"I don't want anyone else to hear. This is a secret between you and me. Trust me, okay, Billy?"

Bill's eyes gleamed with pleasure as he leaned in closer. He couldn't help but show how much that nickname excited him.

"Of course, Fordsy. I love it when you call me that. So...?"

Ford made an almost sensual gesture with his finger for Bill to come even closer. Meanwhile, with the other hand and without the demon noticing, Ford slowly grabbed the weapon under that couch.

"Just trust me..."

When he had Bill just a few inches away, almost about to kiss him, in a quick movement he shot him in the eye with the Time Police weapon. To blind him, if only for a moment. He didn't flinch when blood splattered on him.

"AHH!" Bill screamed, covering his face in pain.

Ford didn't waste a second, taking advantage of the chaos and commotion at the party to blend in. No one noticed him, as everyone was worried about the now injured host of the party. Amidst all the chaos, Ford destroyed one of the walls: a hole was enough to escape.

The demon, still staggering from the unexpected attack and just regenerating his vision, shouted to his minions

"STOP HIM!"

But it was already too late. Ford had already escaped, leaving Bill in a state of shock and cursing loudly. He threw lightning and thunder around him in a tantrum, almost destroying his own pyramid. Even the other demons were scared to see their boss so furious, with eyes red with rage.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, SIXER!" the demon roared, his voice echoing throughout the pyramid like thunder.

But Ford was no longer there. His heart raced as he fled. He didn't know if Bill had sent his minions to chase him like hounds after prey. He refused to look back. He had won this round, but the game was far from over. He had to save Dipper, Mabel, and Stan. He had to find his family.

Before Bill found them first."

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