Trap and denials

let me out

All this arts and crafts, all this annoying talking about my feelings that don't apply to me. I'm a demon not a stupid human that experiences feelings, sappy nasty feelings. “So patient number 608 how are you feeling?” My stupid therapist asked not noticing that I am glitching out in my uncomfortable seat I don't even sit on because I float, I don't need a seat I need my fucking freedom, I need to take over earth and make it my personal toy.

“Bill?” The therapist said in a concerned voice the entity's face dropped as if kept staring at Bill “AHHHHHHH!” A screeching sound came from that therapist. What happened?

“Ford..Ford…Ford wake up!” Stanley's voice raised in a higher note snapping Ford out of sleep. “What the hell!” Ford scratched the back of his curly hair, seeming a bit off. Something happened to Ford while he slept. “Why the hell did you wake me up” Ford pushed Stan off him causing him to fall on his ass “ouch!” Stan rolled his eyes and stood up wiping the dirt on his shirt. “Y'know you were mumbling in your sleep something about your ‘muse’” Ford’s face darkened as he heard what his brother said. It wasn't a dream, it was real. Bill was coming back for him and his planet.

The therapist stared at Bill who was laughing maniacally, his laughter echoed throughout the room. It was so loud that everyone in the room could see the sound waves of his laughter. As he kept laughing, more cracks appeared on his face, he went insane. “Sixer you can sense my presence can you hahahaha” Bill said with a dark ominous voice. “OH NO BILL IS GOING THROUGH IT AGAIN!” the therapist yelled before being knocked out by a chair that Bill was holding. He has been annoying Bill the whole entire time he was there talking about gushy feelings like c'mon I don't have feelings and never will.

Bill carried every individual to throw them at the roof like a piece of soggy pancake *slap…slap* you could hear repeatedly. Everyone in the room was screaming while being mangled like a toy by Bill. “Sixer where is he” bill floated towards the camera, the room all destroyed with a drawing of a hand with 6 fingers painted with blood from one of the entities within the room. Black blood dripping down the walls above the uncanny painting of that hand had written in bill blood “come for me sixer” with a heart at the side

When the guards of the teraprism came to the scene they quickly took Bill back to that forsaken dark cold cell, he didn't like it there he just wanted to be free and go back to Ford even if Ford didn't want him. As he sat there in that cold cell slightly glowing from his cracks “I need to stay calm…I need to pass this therapy thing..I need to” before he could continue speaking his voice broke into a waterfall of tears. His sobbing noises echoed throughout his cell, Bill did have feelings but he never wanted them to blossom this way.

The wind blew along the leaves that landed on Ford's six finger hand making him look down at his hand. The leave was a mustard yellow due it being fall already, somehow that leave was a triangle shape reminding him of Bill. He closed his hand clenching the leave to pieces before going back inside the mystery shack.