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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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Bill held a hand aloft his face and tsked softly when it came back stained with blood.
"Huh. Would ya LOOKIT that. Seems you MIRROR MEATSACKS just aren't UP TO SNUFF with the REAL THING when it comes to BODY POSSESSION. Yet ANOTHER thing you all can feel INSECURE ABOUT!"
He cackled to his seemingly empty surroundings. It was hard to tell if the body duplicates hung around to watch after he nabbed their bodies for his own as some of his past victims had, but Bill still felt a thrill of pleasure at the rage such a statement would incite in them.
This whole week had been nothing but a thrill, truly, and after how raw the last event had rubbed him physically, mentally and... in some disgusting fashion emotionally it felt fantastic to be back on his game. Back to--
Heh. "Normal."
It's tempting to just waltz back into the party with his bleeding sockets, smear his face where it doesn't belong and show the fools what it really means to give in to reckless abandon-- a pity theatrics would have to wait. Far more pressing was it to find the Queen. Rumor was, she was seen down here among the commonfolk. Forget the portal, if there was ever a chance to seize power, with an army of mirrors at his side and a vessel already in tow, this was it.
The demon pauses midway through wiping his face. Something doesn't seem right.
Out of the Mindscape his omniscience might be difficult to access, but it wasn't impossible. One did not forget they knew everything, they merely forgot what they were looking for until they remembered to look for it; like dwelling on a memory not yet lived. Bill nearly recognizes this one, in all its infinite possibilities. Many of which began with something as innocuous as approaching footsteps...
Is that some now he hears?
Bill turns to the darkened hallway as a final trickle of blood leaks into his teeth and grins.
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