[Something is wrong when Bill wakes up- particularly because inter-dimensional nightmare entities had no business ‘waking up’ to begin with, thank you. The randomized oddities of being a being independent of space-time aside, there was plenty else to plummet the triangles mood. The Pine twins remembered. Once again Wonderland had thrown Bill for a loop and as much as the chaotic disorder of that was DELIGHTFUL, the helpless state it left him in only served to piss him off more. It will only be a matter of time until news of the victory spread to everyone; a viral infection of hope. Hell with only a few more people, the Pines could conceivably erect the zodiac. This had to stop.
On top of everything, Wonderland is screwing with the Mindscape again. Bill eyed the cavern he found himself drifting through with barely veiled disdain. The red room with its little unquenchable flames had been an amusing addition last time he had visitors, but he could hardly place what head these new surroundings were plucked from. Overhead, the sky spills through a fair sized hole high up in the ceiling, illuminating the clearing in a perfect circle below, like a natural spotlight. Before the makeshift ‘stage’ is a sealed door of moss laden stone, along with a blackened monitor and an adjacent metallic arm attached to it, hosting what appeared to be a red ‘eyed’ machine. Engraved above lay a poem:]
It dwells in moments of joy, yet therein times bleak, The grandest sight through all eternity, Show me that, which I seek
[As curious as the riddle was, it paled in comparison to what Bill saw next-- or rather, whom. Dipping halfway into the floor, the dream demon shifts to resemble a yellow shark fin circling the newcomer.]
“WELL, WELL, WELL, if it isn’t little MISS SCRAPPORTUNITY!”
[Yeah, he saw that network post. Memory-restoring scrapbooks? Ha! Don’t make him laugh Bill’s voice drops to a flatter pitch.]
“WHADDIYA WANT, KID?”
[Unprompted behind him, a loud buzzer sounds and the screen flashes red with the word: WRONG]
BILL + MABEL
The Pine twins remembered. Once again Wonderland had thrown Bill for a loop and as much as the chaotic disorder of that was DELIGHTFUL, the helpless state it left him in only served to piss him off more. It will only be a matter of time until news of the victory spread to everyone; a viral infection of hope. Hell with only a few more people, the Pines could conceivably erect the zodiac. This had to stop.
On top of everything, Wonderland is screwing with the Mindscape again. Bill eyed the cavern he found himself drifting through with barely veiled disdain. The red room with its little unquenchable flames had been an amusing addition last time he had visitors, but he could hardly place what head these new surroundings were plucked from.
Overhead, the sky spills through a fair sized hole high up in the ceiling, illuminating the clearing in a perfect circle below, like a natural spotlight. Before the makeshift ‘stage’ is a sealed door of moss laden stone, along with a blackened monitor and an adjacent metallic arm attached to it, hosting what appeared to be a red ‘eyed’ machine. Engraved above lay a poem:]
It dwells in moments of joy, yet therein times bleak,
The grandest sight through all eternity,
Show me that, which I seek
[As curious as the riddle was, it paled in comparison to what Bill saw next-- or rather, whom.
Dipping halfway into the floor, the dream demon shifts to resemble a yellow shark fin circling the newcomer.]
“WELL, WELL, WELL, if it isn’t little MISS SCRAPPORTUNITY!”
[Yeah, he saw that network post. Memory-restoring scrapbooks? Ha! Don’t make him laugh
Bill’s voice drops to a flatter pitch.]
“WHADDIYA WANT, KID?”
[Unprompted behind him, a loud buzzer sounds and the screen flashes red with the word: WRONG]