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Dreams.

(This is based off of Spoonyspines art and the handyman bill AU)

Bill had been having strange dreams, which was weird because he was.. well.. himself. He had never needed to sleep before, of course he'd occasionally do it to see what it was like from time to time, and did it a lot in the theraprism due to Stanley literally punching the life out of him, so him having to actually sleep now made it feel like a waste of time. And because in the beginning, he would forget to sleep he now understood how sleep deprived he caused Ford to be some thirty years back.

But right now he was sleeping, not really dreaming yet, he found it hard to focus on it at all times, talking to himself before his body became tired, humming a lullaby he remembered from... That.. doesn't matter right now.

He inevitably fell asleep, now his unconscious mind could pluck anything he saw in his life to make into a little movie as his body rested.

And tonight, for some reason, it decided to torture him.

After a few random dreams, mostly about the stars or the Pines family (including Soos and Melody), he opened his eyes to find himself with someone familiar. The open galaxy surrounded them, Bill watched as Stanford's form approached him, becoming a little nervous.

"Uhh.. Stanford.." he flushed a light red at the close proximity between them, he stared up at the six fingered man as he got closer, he watched him reach his hand out towards him saying, "My Dear Muse... How I did everything for you..." he held Bills face in his hand, cupping his cheek.

Bill leaned into it, his eyelid becoming heavy as he stared up at Stanford in a daze, "I miss when you called me that..." he paused and blushed a little more before saying, "You really loved me." He watched as Ford smiled down at him and spoke once more, "I was going to destroy the world for you, My Muse...." Bills eye slowly opened and closed before opening it and was now awake, jolting up in a panic.

He gasped and stared ahead for a moment, not knowing how to feel, before covering his face with his hands. He felt warm salty tears rolling down his cheeks as he sniffled and held back a cry.

He felt absolutely terrible. He wish he could've.. "I wish I did things better."

After a while, he wiped his eyes getting up from his bed and grabbed his cane, he walked out of his room as silently as possible and went downstairs, he walked outside to the back porch and sat down on the old couch that had been there for as long as he could remember.

He stared out at the woods then up at all the stars, he felt himself tear up again, "It all could've been ours.." his breath hitched before letting out a sob and covering his mouth, trying to silence himself, he then curled himself up on the couch and hugged himself.

There was nobody to comfort him, nobody to help him feel better, so he began to hum his lullaby to himself, "Rock-a-bye Billy, please don't you cry.. It's not your fault you have that strange eye.." he continued to sing the song then let out another sob and muttered "I'm so sorry mama.."