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entrancelogs2016-09-07 04:12 pm
rosswood) wrote in entrancelogs2016-09-07 04:12 pm
that's me, that's me; the boy with the broken halo [closed]
Who: Alex Kralie, Bill Cipher, and mirror!Raleigh
Where: Fourth floor hallway
When: Sept 7th
Rating: PG-13 or R for possession, violence, and a character death.
Summary: Alex takes some inadvisable action. Bill possess a mirror to have a bit of fun. Things can only go uphill from here!
He still has the gun, loaded and safety off, clasped in one hand. The thought has been held in his mind for days, for days. He'd considered it two nights ago. Three nights ago? Nights ago. He considered it nights ago. The smearing of the tally marks on his wrists have made the passage of time impossible to track, the dark circles hung beneath both eyes burning with an aching familiarity.
He will find it. He will find the thing haunting the corners of his memories and he will end it. It's still here, he knows it. He knows it's here because it must be, because if it isn't, if it isn't, then the only thing that's gone wrong is -
Him.
He will die. He already knows this. This is an inevitability that he came to conclude back when the entire mess started. But he's not the source. He's not. It's Jay's fault, it's Tim's fault, and perhaps he spread it unwittingly, but this was never intentional, this was never something he just made happen autoschediastically and without undue intent, he had the best intentions at heart, he did, he did, but it was Jay who splashed every private sighting of the thing online and it was Tim who created its foothold in their world in the first place, it had to be, and -
And he is done with this. He is done. He'll find it and put an end to it, and himself if necessary. He's already made up a list of things. He's written apologies, brief and cursory and impersonal: to Jane, to Max, to River. To Shepard. The gun he's decided to leave to her. She'll probably be able to make the most use of it. More so than any of the few others he can call his friends.
He moves down the hallway, footfalls swift and certain. He knows it's here, the thing he's searching for, hunting for. The thing with one eye, angular and sharp and golden. It had been a good disguise, but the thing was too eerily reminiscent of what he hated, what he still hates, for it to be anything but the thing he is searching for.
He cocks the gun with a quiet click of aligning pins and locking edges.
He will find the thing calling itself "Bill Cipher," and he will destroy it utterly.
Where: Fourth floor hallway
When: Sept 7th
Rating: PG-13 or R for possession, violence, and a character death.
Summary: Alex takes some inadvisable action. Bill possess a mirror to have a bit of fun. Things can only go uphill from here!
He still has the gun, loaded and safety off, clasped in one hand. The thought has been held in his mind for days, for days. He'd considered it two nights ago. Three nights ago? Nights ago. He considered it nights ago. The smearing of the tally marks on his wrists have made the passage of time impossible to track, the dark circles hung beneath both eyes burning with an aching familiarity.
He will find it. He will find the thing haunting the corners of his memories and he will end it. It's still here, he knows it. He knows it's here because it must be, because if it isn't, if it isn't, then the only thing that's gone wrong is -
Him.
He will die. He already knows this. This is an inevitability that he came to conclude back when the entire mess started. But he's not the source. He's not. It's Jay's fault, it's Tim's fault, and perhaps he spread it unwittingly, but this was never intentional, this was never something he just made happen autoschediastically and without undue intent, he had the best intentions at heart, he did, he did, but it was Jay who splashed every private sighting of the thing online and it was Tim who created its foothold in their world in the first place, it had to be, and -
And he is done with this. He is done. He'll find it and put an end to it, and himself if necessary. He's already made up a list of things. He's written apologies, brief and cursory and impersonal: to Jane, to Max, to River. To Shepard. The gun he's decided to leave to her. She'll probably be able to make the most use of it. More so than any of the few others he can call his friends.
He moves down the hallway, footfalls swift and certain. He knows it's here, the thing he's searching for, hunting for. The thing with one eye, angular and sharp and golden. It had been a good disguise, but the thing was too eerily reminiscent of what he hated, what he still hates, for it to be anything but the thing he is searching for.
He cocks the gun with a quiet click of aligning pins and locking edges.
He will find the thing calling itself "Bill Cipher," and he will destroy it utterly.
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"HO, MAN! Talk about some PRIME PUNCTURING. Sometimes I FORGET you're all just big MEAT CUCUMBERS."
When the gun drops Bill makes to move forward, intent on dragging the body towards a room once more. First he grabs Alex's head to make sure the other hasn't drifted off.
"ohhhh no, DON'T YOU DARE SHUT THOSE EYES. You're looking at ME right now, KRAWLIE, you got that? Not your CREEPY friend with the WEIGHT-COMPLEX."
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"Sh-shut up," he rasps, vaguely, trying to spit blood at the thing that's killed him to no avail. "Shut up. Y-you're not - you'll never be it. You're not even close."
That's the one thing he can hold over him. The proverbial fuck you of glassy eyes and still body and pointing finger. At least, at least that thing won't be what claims him. At least it's just this - this asshole who's too creepy for his own good. But it's better. It's better than letting that thing have its way with him.
It's better.
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It matters little if Alex is listening, Bill himself only seemed to hear what he wanted to hear. The demon lowers his voice, straining his vocal chords to a barely hissed whisper, somehow still loud despite the lowered frequency.
"UNLIKE OTHERS I don't really FOLLOW RULES. I don't give a HOOT about KARMA, FATE or DESTINY."
How many timelines does this kid ultimately die in failure? End up getting swallowed up by whatever dark forces laid claim to him? As if Bill would ever let things happen the way they were intended! His fingers grip tighter, jerking Alex's head back until the glossed over pupils align with his own.
"So get this THROUGH your THICK SKULL: YOUR TORMENTOR, was never even in the same LEAGUE as me. HOWEVER this was SUPPOSED to END..."
Maybe the demon just got a kick out of thwarting plans,
Maybe this was the best way to show the Operator who was boss,
Or maybe Bill was just a fucking sadist. Regardless...
"You DIED to ME."
Show's over, director.
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Still, though. Still. He manages a twisted smirk, copper-tasting and bloody.
"Y-you wish," he whispers, the words inaudible but for the hush of the sh.
Maybe this is the way It takes him.
Maybe this is how it happens.
It's a hell of a painful way to go.
But that's okay. It's okay. He doesn't mind it, so much. Better to die like this, here, or elsewhere, than to die at the hands of that faceless thing.
It's better like this.