BILLFORD ONESHOTS!??!?!?!

✖ - MEGAMIND! OH YEAEEAH!! (part1) - ✖

(updated tile bc I pur the wrong warning)

Apologies I didn't have a title

I'm using big-boy vocabulary in this one :> (it's not even that complex of vocab, but it is to me bc i havent really branched out in my vocabulary in years, so im tryin to do that now)

This takes place about eight years after the events of Weirdmageddon. Bill broke out of prison with a plastic spoon, macaroni, glue, tissues, and rubber band bracelets a year and a half back, which leads us to now.

Standing silently in front of the mirror, a man stared at his reflection with a bit of a wicked smile. His fingers would comb through his graying black hair to neaten it out, pulling up his lips to check his teeth to ensure they were clean. The man's usual blue eyes were washed out by a sheet of yellow with narrow black slits, which roamed over the reflection to check over the human's appearance to clarify that everything was in place. Bill, the man who was possessing this mystery man, was getting ready for a fun night out. But, he couldn't stop the nagging yelling in the back of his head that warned him of tonight, like something horrible was going to happen. He suppressed the feeling though, and brushed it off as having the jitters.

"Yeesh, this guy is starting to look rough." He spoke aloud, pulling at the eye bags and noticing the pale-ish expression on the body's face.

The mystery man was an elderly man in his late fifties, about 5'9", more on the chubby side, and owned a very basic fashion taste with polo shirts and khakis; he had the basic pack to old man fashion. Bill always attempted to spice up his wardrobe and force him into flashier outfits, but he was never in the mood for it. Today though, Bill had forced the man into a white t-shirt with a brown leather jacket, black bell-bottom jeans, and dark brown boots. He was accessorized with a gold necklace and wrist-watch, just to make the outfit really pop.

Bill placed his hands on the sink, frowning slightly in the mirror at how the body started to ache a tiny bit, hanging his head low and staring into the drain. "Just one more week. I need this body for one week, then you'll have your break, so don't fail me."

Pushing himself off the sink, he'd walk out of the bathroom and head out to the living room, snatching the keys from the key holder and grabbing his sunglasses, slipping them onto his face to hide his eyes.

"I hope you're prepared, Fordsy..."

"Ford," Ford's twin, Stan, called from the stairs beside the front door, "Are you seeing... him again?"

"His name is Walter, you know." Ford frowned, his hand resting on the door knob while his head turned back to stare at Stan.

"I know that." He huffed, crossing his arms in a defensive manner.

The scientist was dressed up differently from what he typically wore. He had on a white, rolled sleeved button up that tucked into his khakis, a black belt, a silver watch, and a pair of black boots. It was simple, but man did it look sexy on him.

"For your information, yes. I am going to see him." He'd retort sarcastically, moving his hand off the knob and spinning to face Stan.

His twin silently stared, his expression unidentifiable as he slowly descended the stairs and approached Ford, reaching his hands up and unbuttoning the top two buttons.

"Well, don't look like a professor while going." Stan quipped, his voice soft as he locked eyes on Ford. Ford couldn't help but laugh, smiling softly as his brother helped him look more presentable.

"Thanks," Ford let out a gentle exhale, returning the tranquility. It went silent for a moment as Ford read over Stan's tense expression and the way his eyes flickered between him and the floor, "Is something wrong?"