Love Me Dead《Bill x Ford: A Darker Reality》

He bestows you a gift...

n̴̨̲̜͖͈̝͈͎͂͂̕̕͝i̵̢̝̼̜̦̯͈̜̰̤̍̾̒͑̏͊̇̽͐͘͠͠ͅå̶̩̏́̎͊̃̋͊̓̿̾ĝ̵̳̇̆͒͊͗ą̸̢̞̘͎͚̖͖͌̿̒̋̚ ̵̛̜̱̺̹͖̬͇͇͖̦̻̖̐͆͗͗͗́͊͐̈͘t̸̥͙̺̰͍̳̥̙͓̹͓͕̣̗̟́̽͐̿e̴͈͓͔͖̘̞̬͖̱̯̭͈̮͓̓̄̋̑̔̅̑̉̅̏͌̄͘̚͜ë̶͓̬̖̉͌̇̅̑̑̎̅̓̐̀̀̕m̶̝͇͇͈͈͎̬͚͎̟͎͒ ̴̥͖̐̅l̶̝̝̗̞̏͗̂͆͗́̍͛̇̾͊͘͝l̴̹̩̝͙̜̿̿̾̋͂̑̏͘͘ ̵̰̜͍̥͉̜̒̽̈́̂̕̚e̸̢̛̞̳͓͍͖̖̝̿̃͗̄͆̚̕͜͝ẇ̸̡̟̳̳̜̞̯̳̜͙͈͍̩͗̃ ̴̢̙̳͉̠̦̹̖̩̜̙̖̺̇́̌̏͌͠ͅw̵̢̖͕̳̳̜͎̬̝͉̻̎ͅŏ̴͉͓̠̫̮̲̖̘̻͖̙͓̭͇̹̈́̌̎̒́̂̃͝n̶̢̧͖͚̫͍̭̟̰̺̫̖̜͂͐́̆͆͛͐̍̏̔͌̽̓̚͜ͅk̶̛̙͇̱̣̠̗͈̭̥̬̆̔̇̓̊͗̏̕͝ ̴̨͔̻̳͙́̾̌̑̓͛̊̐i̸̦̹̾̀̓ ̸̘̣͇͒̀̔t̴̛̞̝̝͂̂̂̀̾́̄̓̍̌̋̚͝ụ̸̅̽͑̽̂͌̀̿̒̈͝b̶͉̣̭̜̖̮̘̖͎͔͖̹̝͉͂̀͑͂͛̃̕͝ ̵̺͈̘̍͗̄̑̌͝͝n̶̫̲͇̺̜̺̽͜͜͜e̶̤̐̿̐̆̏̄̒̚̚͝ḥ̷̹̝͙̯͕͇͓͔̠̪̲͖̜̱̈́w̴̢̞̹̫̲͉̼͎̪̞̼̖͉̗͍̍̅̒́̀͗̚ ̶̡̛̤̭͕̈́̀͐̈͗͐̾̈́̑͝ẁ̷̫̥̖̋̆̑̌̏͜ỏ̸̡̧̥͚̲̱̼͎̝̈́̀̈̈́͂ņ̸̼̮͓̱̬̩̬̬̚͝ͅk̴̛̰̞̈́̋̉͗̏̅̌̑̍ ̴̢͉͕̦͙̟̳͇͔̙̘̝̘͎̅͂̽̈͘t̴͙͉̺̦͔͓̤͖̼̙̯̱̝̀̏̉̓̐́̉͐͊̎͋̕͝ ̷͍̹̯̻̫̯̘͍̪͎͙̿͂́̌͂̌́͘͜ͅń̵̡̛̪̦͌̃̽̊́͛̚o̴͖̪͙̠͍͓͉̓̈̌̾̀̎̾̂͒̚͝͝d̶̢̨̢̛̩̻͖̲̪͚̗̊̌͐̍̀̉̈́̃̕͘ ̷͓̰̾̽͋̀̽͊͛̂́̄̾̕͝͝ę̸̯͈̖̳̲̫͈̺̫͚̰̗̋͜r̶͙͈͚̦̪͎͉̬̖̝̒̓̉̍̀̈́̇ͅe̵̤̙̯̯̗͍̙̳̻̭̦͋͐ḧ̴̠̺̙́̋̑̓ŵ̶̛̘̗̼̟͈̜͈̝̼͈̓̆͆̋ ̴̘̖͙̘̠̦̫̯̪̮̯̹̓̄̈͋̍̃w̵̖̟͛͌ͅo̸̥̦̙͂̔n̴͕̩̰̤̺̤̤̯̰̑̓̆̾̀͆͂̆́̓́̾̍̈́ķ̵̛͕͉̮̱̘͎̲͔̱̙͈̄̇̋̀͜ ̵̧̡̘̱͌̊͐̎t̴̢̛͍̬͖̜͎̳̱̰̙̣͔̞͓̂̈́ͅ ̶̛̩̋n̷̫͍͇̣͚͗̑͂̋̇́͑̈́̚̚͝ͅǫ̵̨͔̪̬̰͉̼̮̀ͅd̷̟̝̦̾̒̅̿̀͊̾͜ ̴̧̦͍̤̱̹͍͎̫͙̘͖̑̌̆̽̂̇̓́̅͋̀n̶̢̥͚̘̱͚̟̠̤̟͍͚̩̏̀̈͑͆̕͠i̶̮͇̘͐̋͌́̍͆̆̋̅̿̿͝͝a̷͚̮̖̠̪̳͚̲̔̒̂̽͋͌̃́̄͐͆̈́͆͘͝ǵ̷̡͙̤͚͓͖́͂̓̇́̀̔̂̊͆͆̌͠͠a̶̻̹̰̭̣̓͝ ̵̡̰̤̬̖͓̰͗͗̐ţ̵̡̺̥̜̑͂̋́e̴͖͒͌̎͝͝ḛ̵̡̛̤̂̔̾̓͆̅̒̆́̕͘͜m̷̛̦̲̫͐̒́̈́̀̈́̂̄͊̂̾̕͝ ̸̢̖͔͇́̓̈́͗͌̊̈̿̊͝͝͠͝ļ̸̛̭̪̾͐͂̀̀̀̈́͘͘ͅl̶̨̠͍̰̖̖̈͐̐̀̓̏͘̕̕͘͜͝e̵̡̖̝̪̦̱͓̜͍͍̻̝͓͎̿w̷̡͇̺̩̗͊̑̅͊́̊͝͝͝

She moves through moonbeams slowly

She knows just how to hold me

And when her edges soften

Her body is my coffin

—Excerpt from "Love Me Dead"

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Ford's Dream Journal, Sequence #1657

Date: 11.17.83

"And now, a gift for my faaaavorite partner!" Bill announces as we clink our hallucinogenic martinis together. We were sitting on the roof of my cabin, watching the orangish hues of the sunset succumb to deep maroons.

"When you awake, check the third drawer in your bedroom," Bill explains, his eye widening into a flashy grin. "I had it custom made."

"This isn't like the arrangement of rats you left on my bathroom floor? Or the conch shell with the screams of a million trapped souls?" I inquire warily.

"Sixer, it's even better! Here—I'll show you!!" Bill exclaims. Something materializes onto my lap. A small black box wrapped in a tangle of red silk.

I hesitantly pluck at the ribbon. After what feels like a lifetime of prodding and poking at the knots with no give, an impatient Bill snaps his fingers. Something small and slivery falls into my lap. My pulse hammers.