As great as it would be to have just pushed the lunk into a ray of light guaranteed to burn away half his body, sleep deprivation really did do a number on Sixer's body. He wasn't going to win a fight with the fleshbag like it was. Let brainiac actually get some peaceful sleep this time. Okay well, he did do one nightmare, or three or eight, but c'mon! Nothing to say he can't have just a little fun. Besides, even an hour gives you a bigger canvas to work with than just some five minute window.
He would have plenty of time to pull the lever later anyways; that portal wasn't getting scrapped any time soon. (Good job kidding yourself though, smart guy!)
Bill focused on the shack, seeing from an eye out in the trees, noticing the car now missing. Maybe Ford had already kicked out Stan.
Oh, man! He'd have to check out the memories for that one, definitely worth a couple replays. Were they separated yet?
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Hmm, nope. Good. He wanted his front row seat when it happened. Speaking of which, time to hone in to his personal radio.
Not in the shack... or the bunker.
Well, well, well, looks like someone was finally getting out for a change!
He must have been looking over the cave wall or somewhere else for 'answers.' Ford had already ran through the town's library ragged with shaking fingers catching onto books that he already knew would never have the information he needed. Bill gleefully reminisced. Classic desperation.
There was only one place to go after the cave wall, and Ford had considered jumping through the portal more than that option! Oh, what his meat sack would do when he completely ran out of options, he couldn't wait to see.
He looped himself through his millions of eyes in town.
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. . .
H a h a.
A_l_r_i_g_h_t, _ S_i_x_e_r. . .
WHERE ARE YOU?
Bill furiously flicked through the rest of his countless eyes, branching out from the city.
His frustration mounted the further out he searched with not even the faintest signal. When he eventually felt a weak tether he focused in on it, scouring the extremely dull scenery. Ugh, Nebraska.
Finally, he spotted something. The Stanley Mobile through the dirty glass of a gas station. Surprise, surprise.
Bill slipped himself into Ford's mind, sticking to rifling through rather than actually sliding into the body. Not that going around in a physical form wasn't fun, but Ford wasn't really willing to share anymore nowadays. Talk about selfish! Mr. Oh-No-Bill-I'll-Stop-You wouldn't let him even have the thing for five minutes! Ugh. Well, why bother struggling for the controls when he was bound to fall asleep.
A little review session seemed more interesting than whatever was going on right now. A Nebraskan gas station didn't lend itself to much excitement, not that this dimension had much of a flair to begin with.
He sunk through Ford's mind. He could get through to the newer memories with his eye closed by now. Probably out in the middle of nowhere to hide the journal, like he wouldn't be able to find it, psh.
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Bill slammed the door to the memory shut, burning the ragged blue space around him into a tarry black. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" He flashed red, considering grabbing hold of the controls to strangle Stanley and see if Ford would be able to stop him if he tried just hard ENOUGH.
He'd given Ford a new option. A whole city to look for solutions, and Sixer had gone for it. His 'last resort' had failed him, but oh of course he'd brought along a way out for his dear old twin. Running away didn't change a single thing though.
Until the end of time .
Stanford Fil brick P in e s_ w _a _ s _ H I S .
He'd wait until they were both asleep then wrap all twelve fingers around his neck and make him regret every second he took to get to Gravity Falls. If Stan Pines didn't realize how dumb he was now he would finally figure it out with just a minute left to spare! C_O_N_V_E_N_I_E_N_T, _ H U H?
No. He simmered aloft outside the now blackened door, casting a spiteful eye at it again.
Not that the idea didn't have merit. No, it'd be G_R_E_A_T, but it wasn't going to fix this. Ford had already made it out too far. If Bill tried to take them back then Sixer would realize and just drive himself in the opposite direction.
... Oh.
His bright yellow color returned with an idea.
He could work with this though. A simple change of plans. They weren't just going to any old town, after all.
Gotham. Now, talk about a fun place. A place with some real o_p_p_o_r_t_u_n_i_t_y.
AUTHOR NOTES:
This was a super fun chapter, short I know, but a rarity! Most of they story is going to either be from one of the twins' pov, and of course I can't be spoiling Bill's big plans!
By the way, unfortunately, fanfiction will erase out any words that are spread out with one space between each letter so i've been doing underscores to try and achieve the same effect now. I may change that up later, but assuming I don't figure out something better this is how I'll be doing that.
Next chapter will be back on the twins, and the one after that - may very well be a sort of flash through of Stan's time in Gotham.