Life without him

My Journal - Story #1

Weirdmageddon is over but I can't get bill out of my head. Everywhere I go there are triangles. When I see them my stomach jolts. In the back of my mind, I wonder if there's a chance of him still being out there. But then I get a hold of myself and remind myself that I killed that fucker myself. He's gone...

But I miss him. I know I shouldn't. It's wrong. But for a time, he made me feel remarkable. Special. Like I was capable of grand things I couldn't yet fathom. But it was all lies. I think.

Memories keep replaying in my head. I can't shake them. And when I sleep, I dream of us. Er, him I mean. And then I panic and wake up. Because there's no difference between dreaming of him and him visiting my dreams. He just looks like him.

Anyway, I need to get him out of my head. So I guess I'll just journal my memories until they're gone:

I was stranded on my own in an unfamiliar netherworld overflowing with supernatural creatures. My brother had just pushed my through the portal and I was utterly alone for the first time in my life.  The only problem was that the portal worked one-way. And there was no chance on earth my brother would be smart enough to restart it again. (Sorry Stan)

The only possible entity that could help me was Bill, a weird glowing triangle that helped me construct a portal through worlds. My ex-friend. Yeahffff. Frieeeeend.

Think, how do you summon Bill? Usually he just came to me. But maybe if I slept, I could possibly call him to me? It was the best shot I had of getting help. So I laid down on the, uhhh, to this day I had no idea what it was. Imagine if grass was crossed with sea anemone and it also tried to suck on your skin. Somehow I was able to sleep after a few hours of trying.

In my dreams I was standing in an arcade at a pinball machine. Not a thing was out of the ordinary. Until I became lucid and realized I was finally dreaming. I stood straight and took in my surroundings. No sign of bill.

"Uh, BILL? BILL? I, uh, I really need your help!", I said, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. "I know we didn't leave off on the best terms but, uh, I need help. I'm alone. And- and I-I'm .... I'm SCARED!", I frantically yelled out. I didn't know if what I was doing was working. I fell to my knees and broke out into sobs. 'it's hopeless' , I thought. He's not coming and I'm going to die here. Wherever 'here' even is!

"WELL, WELL, WELL" His voiced boomed in the echoes of my dream. "If it isn't my favorite 12 fingered traitor. Came back, huh? On your knees, no less. What a sad sight.", he spat sourly. He looked at me like a cockroach that came back to life in his bathroom. It was clear he wasn't enthusiastic about helping me.

"BILL! Y-you're here-HERE! You came! Thank-thank you! I, uh, listen I know you don't want to be here. But my stupid brother!- he- well, so I'm on this strange planet. PORTAL! I, uh, fell -into the portal and now I'm, well I'm stuck, uh . . . somewhere. So . . . you're the only one I thought of!" I blurted out. I was scared and desperate. And my survival depended on the annoyed looking triangle god in my dream.

Bill let out a dry laugh. The whole time he barely even looked at me. He just stared emptily into a bottle of beer. With every glance his expression said 'this voicemail my ex left me is embarrassing.' 

After a short pause he lifted his hand and showed me a vision of myself sleeping on the strange sea anemone-grass. " I know where you are, Sixer. Got yourself stuck on a planet in another dimension, huh? Boy, haven't we all been there?" He laughed and took a sip of beer. I wondered if the beer was even real. "But we're done, Six. Walk yourself home.", he said and turned away.

"NO! WAIT! PLEASE, YOU CAN'T!", I yelled.

"CAN'T?!  CAN'T?! WHY SHOULD I? Give me a reason, Sixer! I dare you! Give me one!" He said, his whole body turning red and big. He loomed over me, seeping anger.