Freedom To Another Cage [BILLFORD]

Chapter 3: Prisoner

Ford dragged Bill back to the Shack (of course having to undo and redo the unicorn hair on the sides so that Bill could enter) and quickly to Ford's room, where the human acted as if everything were normal.

That went on, silence. Of course, as much as Bill hated it, he broke the silence with a simple question. "So... What are you gonna do to me?"
"Nothing much. I'd like to be able to keep a close eye on you.. Especially since the others still think you're semi-dead," Sixer answered plainly. "Yeah..."

Bill looked around the room before down at his orange uniform. He then started to take the stupid thing off, but the zipper got jammed pretty easily. After a bit of trying, Bill gave up, leaving it like that. Of course Stanford had to say something about it, "How did you get that thing on in the first place if you can't even get it off?"
Bill answered, "They spawned the damn thing on me.." He crossed his arms. "Tried getting it off with scissors, but I hurt myself."
"Jesus Christ, you're an idiot."

Bill eventually asked the exact question everybody wanted to know, "If i'm so terrible, then why'd you bring me back?" he rose one end of his eyebrow as he asked.
"It wasn't that hard to notice you still had access to other universes."
"Soo... You trapped me in this dimension so I wouldn't do anything to other dimensions?"
"Basically, yes."

"Wow," Bill's eyebrow lowered to his eye. "You'd suffer to save people? Seriously?" He couldn't believe it. "Are you really that surprised?" Sixer asked, slightly annoyed. "Yes, I'm surprised! Just look at you; a being made mostly of apathy- like Ace!.. No, she's 10% apathy. The rest is brains."

"It's called doing something for the greater good," Ford said sternly as Bill continued, "Yeah... not catching it. You just hate me."
"Of course I hate you! You destroyed my life, tried to kill my family, and tried to take over the world!"
"And you destroyed all I had left of my world"

Sixer fell silent, before gaining composure again, "That was an accident-"
"Accident or not, is it ever coming back?" Bill asked, obviously getting more and more pissed.
"I.. No. It won't."
Exactly. Just know what you did, and take it to the grave, because I will never forgive you for it," Bill finished, turning away from Stanford.

"Yes, I'm very aware of that fact. But you do realize I wasn't the only one responsible for the complete annihilation of your dimension, right?"

Bill's eye widened. Did he really just..? "Don't you dare bring that up ever again."
"And why not?" Stanford asked, looking at the back of Bill's form, "It doesn't change the fact that it's true. You can't pretend it never happened-"

Bill quickly turned around, scratching Ford across the chest. "Fuck-" Stanford exclaimed in mild pain as he was suddenly attacked, feeling a sharp pain and air brushing against the marks from the torn open sweater.
Bill shoved the human to the side, quickly floating past him and out of the room and out of the house before slamming into the barrier. He rubbed his eye and top form before going up to the things keeping it up, yet touching it burned. Of course, if it couldn't get worse, Sixer had  caught up just in time to see a pitiful shape on the side of the porch, eye buried in it's tiny hands, which caught Bill's attention, making him look up at him.

"You like this, don't you?" Bill choked out. "I'm just a stupid prisoner to you, but you play it off as keeping the multiverse safe!" he stuck a finger in Sixer's direction, "You're the worst."
Ford stood there, watching with an unreadable expression. "You're right. I do like this. Because for once, you're the one who's trapped, who's helpless, and you can't do anything about it."

Bill scoffed, looking away and using his palm to push the pathetic, globby tears away. He then got up and headed back inside, shutting the door behind him and locking Stanford outside. "Wha- Hey!" Ford banged on the door, reasonably pissed that he was locked out of his own house. "Bill, open the damn door!" Bill watched through the door window, "I'm not your prisoner, Sixer! I'm nobody's! And I wont take being treated like dirt ever again!" He said before leaving the door and back to Ford's room.

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Stanley came out of the house, holding Bill by the arm and looking around for Ford, who came up. Well, this wouldn't be fun...
"Stanford. What is this?" Stan asked, obviously trying to hold back very justified anger. "That's... what I've been meaning to talk to you about," Ford lied. Of course, Bill interrupted, "Bullshit! You let me out! I couldn't thank you enough!" Bill chuckled. "What.. No, that's not-"

"Oh, don't be like that, Fordsy! You missed me!.. Quite literally, too... but let's not focus on the bad! Mind helping me out, here?" Bill continued to manipulate the situation. Poor Fordsy was unable to find words as Bill spoke. "No, I'm not going to help you! Don't listen to a thing he says, Stanley!" Ford's frustration with the ex-god was breaking through.
"Of course I wouldn't believe the bastard!" Stan said, sadly clearing up Ford's embarrassment. Bill was shoved to the side, out of the conversation. "Ford, tell me what happened- exactly what happened," Stan demanded an explanation, which Ford was glad to give as they entered the house.

Thankfully, Stan listened. He wasn't exactly happy with Ford, but he wasn't fully against having an enemy powerless that he could definitely mess with. "Alright.. Just keep that thing locked up. We don't need the townsfolk freaking out."
"Don't worry about that, Stanley. I'm going to make sure he stays contained. The last thing we need right now is him causing chaos all over again."

Bill butted in again, "Hey, at least I kept it semi-PG!"
"You call kidnapping and attempted murder 'semi-PG'?" Stanford asked, glaring down at the demon.
"Yes! I could've done much worse!"
"Like what? Actual murder?"

"No, worse! I could've ripped their guts out alive and used it as decoration for the Fearamid, I could've let Pyronica flash everyone and show off just for the sick thrill of it! But no, I didn't, did I?"
Ford cringed at the description. "Okay, I get your point.." Sixer was a bit disgusted at Bill's sick imagination. "No, no, no. I have more examples, now that you're disgusted!" Bill laughed. "One more thing and I swear to God-" "I could've peeled their skin off and fed it to them while seasoning their exposed nerves and making them gag and vomit until they puke out their own stomach!"

That was the last straw. Ford grabbed Bill and went back to the room. Before shutting the door, Stanford faced Stan, "I have to go deal with this menace, Stan. But if I need your help with anything, you'll be the first one I got to, alright?" Stan replied, "Alright. Kick his ass for me, 'kay?" he chuckled before leaving them to it.

Ford then shut the door, facing the triangle before him. "What's got you all riled up?" Bill asked, raising one end of his eyebrow, acting as if he did nothing wrong. "You and your sick imagination! All those horrible, violent things you said weren't fit to be said aloud." Bill rolled his eye, "Ugh, you humans and your fragile minds, not being able to handle seeing or hearing about your own organs."

"Are you kidding me?" Six got agitated, "How would you react if you were forced to listen to horrific scenarios of violence?!"
"I do! And so do you humans! You all call it 'True Crime.'" Ford let out a frustrated sigh, "Bill, there is a difference between true crime and your psychotic, sick fantasies!"
"Hey, I was just listing what I could've done!" Bill justified himself.

"That still counts!" Ford retorted, running a hand through his hair. "Do you realize how messed up your mind can be?"
"Yes. I tried to wear a shirt to tell people, but they didn't get the hint."