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White.
White.
Just White.
Everywhere. All he could see. Just seconds ago he was locked back in his room at the Therapism after his stunt of trying to turn an inmate into stone (he HAD it coming!). Was it seconds? Surely doesn’t feel like it. Time isn’t relevant here.
He knew he wasnt the only one here in this void. He could feel something, a presence. A feeling. Something he knew shockingly well.
He turned. And there, in front of him, two big, dark voids staring down at him.
„Oh, you.“
The being just titled its head.
„Look, what is it now? I don’t remember a meeting with you being put on my calendar, trust me, I dread seeing your name on it, I would remember. You’ve got me here unsupervised. Ya finally decided all that Therapy junk wasn’t working? “ He tried, his eye curved into a hopeful smile.
No answer.
„Hey, you gotta work with me here! I’m not willingly here!“ He crossed his arms irritated.
“Cipher.“ The voice bombed.
„Geez! I ain‘t deaf, a little quieter maybe!“
„I have tried to get you the help you require. But it seems even that doesn’t seem to be doing anything to you health.“
He just rolled his eyes. Those big black voids of eyes continually and unnervingly staring at him. Unintentionally he shuddered.
„I hope you know your cooperation is required.“ It gently titled it’s head.
„Yeah yeah, look I‘m getting real tired of doing crafts with a bunch of losers and then talking about how to best deal with my guilty conscious, that, by the by, has still not appeared in my head, don’t think this bullshit is working frills.“
The being stared straight ahead, not showing reaction to his statement:“ I think it is time for you to try a different kind of therapy.“ Bill suddenly perked up. The Axolotls statement forming more questions than witty comebacks in his head however.
“For a giant lizard you looked weirdly smug about that…Well, what you’ve got this time? Throw it at me—“ He conjured up a baseball bat, thankful that his powers were NOT limited to just minimal floating in this realm. „I’ll take it! Anything better than that kindergarten shithole!“
The Axotlotl gave a serene smile. Which looking back on it should’ve been Bills first indicator to get the fuck out of this situation. Apperantely it had a sick sense of humor because without explanation, all Bill could suddenly feel was his body vanishing, painfully slow, with his shout of surprise being the last thing left before everything went dark. He won’t remember it when he‘s at the destination but he could vaguely hear the booming voice of the Axolotl telling him good luck.
Everything hurt.
The moment he felt himself awake, his body was aching, his heart pounding and it just all felt so, hot. Wait, his heart? His body? As he opened his eyes and felt himself go stiff. Two eyes. Two legs. Two arms. Made out of flesh. Not, simple molecules without skeleton or flesh inside. No, human flesh. That surrounds bones and tissue and muscle and blood. With every millisecond he could feel his blood flowing through his veins. His heartbeat in his ears, loud and grating. His body shivered and his joints hurt. Is this how humans just live? Humans…oh great.
That lizard really done it. That lizard has turned him into a squishy, formable, disgusting meatbag!
He eyes darted around his surroundings, what place did he get dropped off now? Head turning seemed to be hard work on its own already but as soon as he did, he got his answer rather quickly.
And it was NOT an answer Bill Cipher liked.