It worked like a charm, just the way it was supposed to. Bill was thankful that the Theraprism douchebags didn't get rid of any important organs. Looking in the bathroom mirror, the signs were already there: thin brick gaps, rounder edges, and all the mental one's too. Seemed to be processing a little quicker than the first one but surely that was fine.
Bill floated out of the bathroom, feeling better. As if everything a few days ago didn't even happen. And heck, why even acknowledge it's existence when he was feeling so good?
Bill went back into the room, seeing the new couch that he still wasn't used to, but ignoring it and climbing back into bed with Ford, who was sleeping still (stayed up late again...). "Wake-y, wake-y, sleepy-head." Bill rubbed Ford's head, trying to wake him up. It didn't work, Ford was too dead asleep. "Alright..." Bill shrugged it off, getting up and leaving the room, going to the kitchen and looking for something to eat.
Opening the fridge, Bill saw a bag of mixed-colored grapes, which practically glowed. They also had a note from Mable ('Enjoy, ya weird pregged triangle!!'). He grabbed them, putting some into a bowl, then put the bag away before opening the freezer, grapping the ice cream and adding to the bowl, putting it away once done and closing it. But he wasn't finished.
Bill went over to the cabinet and grabbed the crackers, taking out a stack before putting it away and taking the bowl over to the (surprisingly empty) living room. Seems he woke up earlier than intended. Bill sat on the couch and munched on his weird mix.
After a while, Bill started to get a bit tired. He tried and failed to stay awake.
Bill awoke back in bed, still as tired as before, but no longer hungry. Ford was also awake, sitting next to Bill. "Well look who's finally awake." Ford said, looking down at Bill. "You had quite the food choice, didn't you? Stan told me you'd gotten into his ice cream."
"He has a lot." Bill said, rubbing his eye. "He's fine with a little gone. He'll just steal more, anyway."
"On a much better and relevant topic, guess who's already showing signs?" Bill asked rhetorically, pushing down the blanket to show Ford. "Oh! Already? It hasn't even been a week yet."
"Well, they're a fast one. Like me! My species' babies grow fast, the average being only a few hours. It's easy to produce something that's so small. But, being 3D now, it'll take longer. Obviously." Bill explained simply.
Ford was starting to get a little curious now. "How does your species even reproduce, anyway?"
"I don't know. I skipped health class." Bill said, crossing his arms.
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I know it's short but please spare me :,) I'm trying to figure out what to do, but the instructions on the blueprint are also in blue. I have one idea though... no spoilers heheh
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Freedom To Another Cage [BILLFORD]
FanficThis is my fanfic originating from AO3!! Theraprism is insufferable, leading to desperate attempts at getting out, such as a book. But that didn't work, so he tried a different attempt; breaking the place apart. And, well, that didn't work either. H...
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