Time to make the magic happen. Wonderland is easy.
The Jabberwock appears on the Real Side. Bill hovers above the action in the mindscape, invisible, watching without much surprise. Yeah, duh. Come on, of course it ate some of the yarn. Who wouldn't? Red Queen, as usual, isn't very competent with her resources, and has no idea how to predict other people's actions. Tsk tsk.
Bill's most recent 'friend' acquisition roars, frustrated, and Bill thinks thats as good a distraction as any. Claws with needle tips slip through the skin of the space the Jabberwock occupies, not existing in the real world at all - but getting a firm hold on the spirit inside. Puppet threads made of blue fire yank back like reins.
It's like being ripped out of your skin. By most spiritual and scientific measurements, it is death. Bill can't occupy a host body with someone else already in it, see, and this one... well, it's just about perfect. Doesn't sleep, so it won't eject him. Can't be killed permanently. Can't have its memories taken. Shapeshifts, just like his old one! Can move from plane to plane! And has some awfully interesting acquisition abilities he's just itching to try out.
Shift back to his natural form. Eat the Queens. Take the Sword, and the Shield, use the Vorpal Yarn to heal a fractured multiverse with himself at the center and then...
And then no one will be able to stick him in a little cage to watch him get tossed around by cute little regularly-scheduled 'events' any more.
RIP triangle
The Jabberwock appears on the Real Side. Bill hovers above the action in the mindscape, invisible, watching without much surprise. Yeah, duh. Come on, of course it ate some of the yarn. Who wouldn't? Red Queen, as usual, isn't very competent with her resources, and has no idea how to predict other people's actions. Tsk tsk.
Bill's most recent 'friend' acquisition roars, frustrated, and Bill thinks thats as good a distraction as any. Claws with needle tips slip through the skin of the space the Jabberwock occupies, not existing in the real world at all - but getting a firm hold on the spirit inside. Puppet threads made of blue fire yank back like reins.
It's like being ripped out of your skin. By most spiritual and scientific measurements, it is death. Bill can't occupy a host body with someone else already in it, see, and this one... well, it's just about perfect. Doesn't sleep, so it won't eject him. Can't be killed permanently. Can't have its memories taken. Shapeshifts, just like his old one! Can move from plane to plane! And has some awfully interesting acquisition abilities he's just itching to try out.
Shift back to his natural form. Eat the Queens. Take the Sword, and the Shield, use the Vorpal Yarn to heal a fractured multiverse with himself at the center and then...
And then no one will be able to stick him in a little cage to watch him get tossed around by cute little regularly-scheduled 'events' any more.
Bill Cipher isn't fond of being used.