#truly a 'this was yet another batb au disguised in a trenchcoat all along!!!'

[nenoname]

Can you please continue that one fanfic on gravity falls that you made in like 2024? The one where bill was tormenting Stan?

(the fic in question)

honestly i've been struggling with that one for a bit cos pov switch/i'm not really used to writing a large group of people at once/feeling kinda unsatisfied with what i've outlined so far/general writing motivation issues so far etc

but! i can dump a scene here that would've taken place like.... two chapters later? (as for context... eh i'm sure you can pierce it together)

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Closing its eyes (far far too many eyes–) it could pretend it was home. That it was another normal summer day. That it was not alone.

One moment he could restrain himself, keeping as far away as possible. Far from being hurt, from hurting them again, again, again.

Next, it was refusing to leave their sides. Craving, needing, wanting the comfort of those gentle hands, warm arms, soothing voices, pitying looks. Begging, stealing, taking all of those scraps. Tired of being starved. It was so, so tired of being alone.

Moses, he was pathetic.

There had been Four moments ago. Four and one pest.

Only Two now. The other two had left. In danger.

But it knew the Two left behind were in far greater trouble. So. It was good it was close by. Could be useful for something.

But. There was a gaping chasm inside, in his head. Missing something.

Shaking its head, it squeezed its eyes shut. Only to wince as its thoughts drifted back to his family. By merely existing, it spilt its guts for all to see and mock and laugh at and be repulsed by. He used to be great at keeping all of it hidden.

You fucking embarrassment.

A whine escaped its throat. He always had been so Weak and Stupid

It was so tired of this. Was so tired. Couldn't remember when he wasn't tired.

It blinked as the floorboards by the door creaked. The room was still empty from anyone but itself. But the noise continued to draw closer and closer. It squirmed back, its hackles raised, until it was unable to press further back into the corner of the room.

“--Sorry,” said a voice, not belonging to the Two. Not from the pest either. “I couldn't– I can't let him–” The voice cut itself off.

It couldn't see the owner of the voice but its heart hammered in its chest, only feeling fear and hurt and betrayal at that sound. The anticipation of another blow. More hurt.

“But I can fix this, I will fix this– I'll get you back.”

It stumbled to its feet, stumbled blindly towards the noise. The threat.

“But I need you to know that Bill was lying. I could never hate you.”

He was so tired of being lied to. 

He was so tired of having his hope slowly rebuilt only to be smashed, crushed, torn to shreds, again and again and again–!

“Stanley, I–”

It lunged forwards.

he was

tired