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entrancelogs2016-10-22 09:44 pm
mviw) wrote in entrancelogs2016-10-22 09:44 pm
Entry tags:
- bioshock: elizabeth,
- dangan ronpa: mikan tsumiki,
- firefly: river tam,
- gravity falls: bill cipher,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: fiddleford mcgucket,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- gravity falls: stanford pines,
- gravity falls: stanley pines,
- gravity falls: wendy corduroy,
- rick and morty: rick,
- undertale: alphys,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton
[OPEN] "These shallow waters never met what I needed. I'm letting go; a deeper dive."
Who: Ford (mviw) & YOU! | Closed prompts for Fiddleford, Wendy & the kids, tiny!Rick and Frisk, and Bill Cipher
Where: Around Neverland
When: Through the Neverland event + the Aftermath
Rating: PG-13/R for violence, swearing, limb amputation
Summary: Ford tries to protect his best friend, his nephew and niece, his friend's daughter, and his brother. It goes horribly awry. (You could say the casualties are about half his armies.)
(This log is corresponding to the events in THIS log.)
The Story:
[ooc: Prompts are written! Have at it.]
mviw) & YOU! | Closed prompts for Fiddleford, Wendy & the kids, tiny!Rick and Frisk, and Bill CipherWhere: Around Neverland
When: Through the Neverland event + the Aftermath
Rating: PG-13/R for violence, swearing, limb amputation
Summary: Ford tries to protect his best friend, his nephew and niece, his friend's daughter, and his brother. It goes horribly awry. (You could say the casualties are about half his armies.)
(This log is corresponding to the events in THIS log.)
The Story:
[ooc: Prompts are written! Have at it.]
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I highly doubt anyone would accuse you of being rational or sane. You are every bit the chaotic monster as you were when we first met.
[The surrounding darkness in the dream very briefly flickers into that old mindscape, like the dark, distorted memory it is.]
I threw almost forty years of my life away on you and now that I'm no longer any use to you, maybe I'll retire, open a bookshop, and try not to have a heart attack in thirty years. [He doesn't bother trying to keep the spite out of his sarcasm, because FUCK YOU, Bill. Fuck. You.]
Who knows? Maybe I'll get in the habit of having nice dreams.
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"AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT!!"
[Bill snaps his fingers and solidifies the change, the old 'blueprint' backdrop of their former escapades taking up residence in the previously undefined shadows. Unfortunately, the thrill went both ways. Bill really should leave well enough alone and just bask in his superiority instead of trying to explain himself to lesser creatures; the fact he acted outside of the petty realm of logic and rationality is reason enough no mortal would ever understand his whims.]
"YEAH, YOU GO and OPEN that BOOKSHOP- you can STOCK it with nothing but COPIES of your AUTOBIOGRAPHY TITLED: 'How me and my SIX FINGERS GAVE UP and NOTHING MATTERS!' I'll even do you a SOLID and not BURN IT DOWN a couple HUNDRED TIMES!"
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Ford bristles at the scenery change and at Bill's words. His fists clench and suddenly in the dream, he's standing--as far as one can "stand" in an ephemeral plane like this--and he shouts, screams at the top of his lungs--]
BITE YOUR NONEXISTENT TONGUE!! I HAVEN'T GIVEN UP AND I NEVER WILL!
[Ahhh, yes, there it is, that seething hate. It's such a great motivator but terrible for clouding one's judgment.]
I'd kill you over and over and OVER if that's what it took!
[Hate is also very energy-consuming and emotionally corrosive. Ford doesn't have the strength to sustain real anger like this, and in the real world he's breathing hard. (His lungs were never really that great on their own.) He can only be so defiant for so long until the feeling of helplessness creeps back in like living fear coiling its vines around his body and mind. In the dream, he doubles over to catch his breath and he curls his left hand into a fist in his hair.]
Don't you dare take my flippancy for honesty! I'd do anything to erase you from existence, don't you EVER forget that!!
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[That's more like it. THAT's Stanford Pines. The man was nothing without his defiance and seething hatred; were Ford to truly lose those things maybe Bill would leave. But that would be a moot point. The person left behind wouldn't be Ford.]
"FOR A MINUTE, IT SEEMED LIKE YOU DID; GLAD WE'RE ON THE SAME PAGE!"
[The blueprint backdrop begins to come to life, literal equations and scribbles popping off the ground and walls to block Stanford's path. Best get some air back in those lungs old man, you're going to need it.]
"SO NEXT TIME your PUNY MORTAL BRAIN can't FATHOM my CHOICES, just remember I DO WHAT[One equation flies past Ford.] I WANT! WHEN [two more set him as their target] I WANT, HOW [Ten at once and the swipe of his colossal arm to knock the man back] I WANT!!"
[And it's up to YOU to stop him. That's how the game is played, no calling it quits early like you did with the Portal project, pal! Bill impassively waits for the dust to clear to see if Ford is still standing.]
"TILL the END OF TIME, Fordsy. We're not even close."
[So cut the pity party and don't make this any more complicated than it already is.]
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He covers his ears, ringing with Bill's lecture, and he ducks aside away from the first line of numbers-- then the others, aimed directly at him--
--Then ten. He can't dodge ten like this. Too late, his legs agree to start working again just for him to be knocked around by massive calculations. He falls back onto the 'floor', just in time to see the black wall of Bill's arm coming for him. Ford can do nothing but brace himself, arms in front of him defensively.
It hits.
Bill flings him back and unfortunately, he knows exactly what that feels like. He does his best to tuck and roll to try and soften the impact. He's winded, aching, and he could stay down-- he probably should--but he won't.
Ford clutches at his throat, smelling the singed flesh, feeling those damned shackles tug at his extremities. It is an inescapable memory that still haunts him and overtakes his senses in moments like these, making him feel cut off from escape, enclosed, trapped.
It also hardens him--he can't let this keep him down, he refuses.
Gradually, Ford climbs to his feet. He stands confidently but inside he feels like a dried, brittle leaf this close to crumbling apart.
He cranes his neck to stare Bill down anyway.]
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"NOTHING ELSE TO SAY?"
[Despite this, the ease of the situation temporarily alleviates some of Bill's rage. Things are back to how they should be: Ford, defiant, engaged in their battle and He towering high above him hopelessly out of his league. Overhead, the remaining equations circle like vultures.]
"Then I'LL CHOOSE a TOPIC, SHALL I? HERE's a PUZZLE for you, SCIENCE-MAN. WHAT WOULD you have DONE if I DIDN’T SHOW UP? HUH? WOULD that REST you so DESPERATELY claim you need have COME so EASY? Or... would it have EATEN away at YOU? Left you SUSPICIOUS? WOE IS ME! Not even my GREAT NEMESIS views me as a THREAT ANYMORE!"
[He laughs.]
"You ACT LIKE my INFLUENCE is what first TANKED your LIFE. But before me, you were STUCK! All that POTENTIAL and NO WHERE to GO WITH IT after YEARS of RESEARCH. STANFORD PINES the GENIUS who BLEW IT."
1/2
But could you really? That parallel version of you got his start from the portal still. Where would you be without the infinite assistance of this well-dressed nightmare?
For all of Ford's defiance, Bill is beginning to sound like the Stan twins' father, and it's getting to him. He looks down at his hands yet again--twelve fingers that could have held so much more in their grasp.]
2/???? ACTUALLY
3/????
4/????
5/????
Is he alone here?]
6/????
7/????
[Ford turns his eyes upward again. The brittle leaf strengthens itself with resolve.]
I only blew it when I chose to listen to you.
8/9
As Ford's resolve grows, so does he, until he brushes aside the errant numbers with a hand and he stands as tall as Bill.]
Why are you asking me to answer that puzzle? You ought to know, and I think you do. I would have succeeded without you, and you hate that thought. I DID blow it-- because I thought all I needed was an egomaniacal, sad excuse for an all-knowing demon. It burns me to admit it, but you played me like a fiddle!
But do you know the best part of all this?
9/9 :D DONE
I wasn't thinking about you. I was enjoying talking to other people. It's strange, I know! But let's face it-- I've always been a little weird. [Ford grins, quite proud of that fact.]
I don't need to use anyone to have allies. I'm not the one who's alone or needing anyone here, Cipher. [For emphasis, he points straight at Bill's eye.]
YOU are.
Hot DAMN Ford
alon--]“You think you WOULD have SURVIVED falling through the PORTAL without OUR INTERACTIONS FIRST? You think you would LIVED WITHOUT that ARM for MORE THAN A SECOND if I HADN’T INTERVENED?! I’m NOT ThE ONe wHO is BRoKEN HERE--!!”
[How had this happened? What had changed?? Blue flames begin to lick at the outskirts of the dream, the path of their destruction impossible to discern. Unbidden, the equations begin to shift into different words...
Saw his own dimension burn,
Misses home and can’t return]
“I’m not the ONE SHACKLED down by flimsy CHAINS OF EMOTION!!”
[Blame the Arson for the Fire
Says he’s happy he’s a liar]
“I AM OLDER THAN YOUR GALAXY, I AM THE STUFF OF NIGHTMARES; I EXIST OUTSIDE OF YOUR COMPREHENSION; YOUR SANITY IS A JOKE!! YOU'RE A JOKE!!”
[HE’S A L I A R]
“I-IF YOU THINK I FeEL ThINGS AS HUMaN AS LONeLINESS, I’d SAY ITS TIME TO WAKE U—“
[The words continue It isn’t Bill’s voice anymore. It belongs to someone else, outside the dream.]
“Wake up.”
[Someone like…]
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He's been up for a little while, and he let himself into Ford's room after hearing a bit more tossing and turning than he would expect of someone as hurt as Ford. He watches him for a moment to see what happens, and when it only seems to grow worse (did he see him struggle to breathe?) he calls out to him. He puts his hand on the shoulder of Ford's good arm and gives him a shake.]
Ford. Wake up. Ford!
[He keeps his voice even, because it's probably just a nightmare or something, but he's already coming up with ways to try and wake Ford up if this doesn't work and keeping them in mind. Just in case. Maybe a bucket of water, or an airhorn.]
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He stands defensively and waits for an attack that doesn't come.
WAKE UP.
What?
Wake up. Ford!
Ford jerks awake. He leaves behind the nightmare and Bill along with it, and as soon as he registers that he's looking at his brother standing at his left side, he uses what little strength he has to try and pull Stan into a weak, one-armed hug.]
--Stanley.
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Sheesh, take it easy would ya? I'm right here!
[He says that, but he hugs Ford back - gently, of course.]
Heh. Must've been one hell of a dream, I guess...
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[Should I tell him? Why not?
Why, though? It's not something he needs to know. He'll worry, and then he'll nag you. Stan will do that anyway.
He won't take it seriously. He'll tell you it doesn't matter. Bill still isn't something your brother understands. It's not like I understand Bill...
It doesn't matter to him. Of course it does! I'm not alone.
...I'm not alone.
Ford pulls back at last and takes a deep breath. He feels like he just tried to run a marathon.]
... Bill paid me a visit. It was... nice, having a victory against him for once. Thank you for waking me up, Stanley.
[Because boy, he is really, really grateful.]