Gravity Rangers
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'I'm...alive?' A conscious thought began to form until the function of his mind became stable. 'No...I'm...i'm among nothingness.'
"No kidding spiky hair."
No. It couldn't be.
"Well I'm certainly not Johnny."
That high pitch tone of insanity was nothing but despair given form. Floating before him was the loathsome form of a floating deep yellow triangle with a single eye and tophat.
Bill Cipher.
A multi-dimensional level dream demon.
And after claiming his life he came to torment him more.
"You have such scary eyes." the demon mocked as he floated around him. Despite the lack of mouth their was much emotion displayed in the demon's pale cat-like eye as it floated about. "This would be so much more entertaining if I knew you personally kid."
"Don't play games with me Cipher. Have you come to rub in your victory?" the emotion of turmoil, loathing, and loss welled up in his voice as he realized that must have meant the others failed.
"You must mean another Bill Cipher kid because I never met you in my life. Multiverse is a big place kid. I would have simply hopped to another universe where a gullible idiot accepted my dealw ithout question and cut through all the hubbabolo."
From what he knew of the demon he couldn't do much of anything without making a deal-but he can haunt dreams just fine! "Well if you're here with me that means you failed in your universe. Whatever you're about to say I want no part of. "
"Oh, but could you really float here for all eternity thinking about what might be happening to your friends and loved ones? I mean I know myself pretty well and what they're going through right now...hoo hoo hoo, I can't even put it into words."
The gnawing sickness that was brewing in his stomach at the words was becoming all too apparent by the expression on his face. That expression was all Bill needed to go for the kill.
"How about a deal that help us both out? Get us both back to our home dimensions and you don't even have to worry about me being weary of you." The moment of wariness and hesitation was read by the demon. "I mean since it isn't me, I won't care, I'll even throw in a few perks."
"Anything I want?"
"Well you can't interfere with my Weirdmageddon occuring in my own dimension, other then that you're free to wish for anything."
Simply just sending him back to the dimesion wasn't going to be enough. He needed time and a lot of preparation and he figured Cipher could not let a loose end be lying around. The demon would come after him sooner or later. Eventually his dimension would be wrecked beyond recognition and he would grow bored. Especially since he acknowledged multiverse theory. The only thing he could think of was that there was no distingusiable superiority between the Bills so he would without a doubt manipulate the situation to get one up on his counterpart to stack the deck in his favor. It was a risky move, but in the end it didn't matter if he did nothing if another Bill found a sad sack that was willing to give in.
He needed to make sure that such a timeline never came to pass. After what seemed like an eternity of silence from him as the demon insistently pestered him about what was taking so long he finally spoke. "I'm only willing to agree on a set number of conditions." With the conditions he had in mind he could at least make sure that his dimension would survive and be spared from the dream demon's sick games.
"Finally. If I was mortal I would have died of old age."
HeI reached forward and hesitated in grasping the awaiting black hand. This was the only way to save them. This was the only way he could make sure to change things for the better. Their hands locked. The excited gleam in Bill's shining eye, lit up from the demonic fire. Immediately, a searing pain shot up from his to his brain like a taser. His flesh and matter slowly began to peel away and crumpled like paper as his mind began to fade.
000
Jolting up from his bed and breathing heavily sweat matted his form. 'Damnit. That dream again.' getting up he grabbed a set of fresh clothes from the drawers and took a shower. After getting dressed he made his way to the kitchen where a figure was waiting for him.
"Must have beena rough night for ya kid. Usually up before I am."
The man was six foot tall caucasian male with brown eyes that showed evidence of cataracts, gray hair and matching eye brows with a maroon fez on top bearing a yellow crescent shape. He had a distinct somewhat large, droopy, pear-shaped, bumpy, reddish-pinkish nose, large ears, and fair skin. Because of his age he had a hearing aid and dentures.
He remembered it was just a two short years the man's skin was more wrinkly and he had a bad posture but better eating habits and training that he insisted on improved the man's physque. You wouldn't be able to tell unless you saw him in the private life that he once had a massive beer belly.
"It was the memory again. Its just a few more months before it all begins. "Its just a few months before they arrive and I need to get ready. Have the contractors and plumbers called?" With the money he was getting from the job it was more than efficent enough to get the shack repaired and then some.
"Yeah they're on their way. Just make sure they..."
"Stay away from the vending machine. I know. I know." He knew why Stan was fretting, but there was nothing to worry about. This was going to be the easy part. "I'm leaving for work, I'll be back this evening." With each passing day time was drawing closer and closer to the promised Summer. Only time would tell if enough changes occured to prevent the inevitable end.