The entire world of Bill's mind is overwhelming and unsettling, built on his thoughts and feelings, with Stan combating them the best he can, but the more lucid Bill becomes, the harder it's going to be. The world is pointing daggers at him (though not literal ones, thankfully) and trying to kick him out, but Stan won't budge.
Well. He won't leave, but he certainly budges when the "ground" begins to smoke beneath him. He can almost feel the heat on his heels and before the flames burst upward, Stan impulsively starts to climb the wreckage as fast as he can, pulling himself up from surface to fireless surface. Sometimes it isn't straight up so much as sideways as the world tilts beneath him, but he always manages to tilt it back.
Then, he reaches the top of the pile, with seemingly nowhere else to go. He turns and looks behind him to see fire engulfing the structure he's on, and growing ever closer. Through the magic of dreams it hasn't collapsed, but he knows if he thinks about it too hard, it will.
For a moment, he's pretty sure he's screwed.
Fuck, he needs something, he needs a way up. He looks around desperately, trying to come up with something - and then it hits him.
With no time to spare, he gives himself a running start and jumps on a nearby plank. Instead of snapping in half under his weight though, it launches him high up into the air. That upward momentum doesn't cease, leaving him flying towards that light where Bill must be.
Stan spares one look below him and his insides tie in knots - there's an entire ocean of fire beneath him.]
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The entire world of Bill's mind is overwhelming and unsettling, built on his thoughts and feelings, with Stan combating them the best he can, but the more lucid Bill becomes, the harder it's going to be. The world is pointing daggers at him (though not literal ones, thankfully) and trying to kick him out, but Stan won't budge.
Well. He won't leave, but he certainly budges when the "ground" begins to smoke beneath him. He can almost feel the heat on his heels and before the flames burst upward, Stan impulsively starts to climb the wreckage as fast as he can, pulling himself up from surface to fireless surface. Sometimes it isn't straight up so much as sideways as the world tilts beneath him, but he always manages to tilt it back.
Then, he reaches the top of the pile, with seemingly nowhere else to go. He turns and looks behind him to see fire engulfing the structure he's on, and growing ever closer. Through the magic of dreams it hasn't collapsed, but he knows if he thinks about it too hard, it will.
For a moment, he's pretty sure he's screwed.
Fuck, he needs something, he needs a way up. He looks around desperately, trying to come up with something - and then it hits him.
With no time to spare, he gives himself a running start and jumps on a nearby plank. Instead of snapping in half under his weight though, it launches him high up into the air. That upward momentum doesn't cease, leaving him flying towards that light where Bill must be.
Stan spares one look below him and his insides tie in knots - there's an entire ocean of fire beneath him.]