TRIGGER WARNING VIOLENCE AHEAD! OK HAPPY READING YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

i see bill a distance in front of me, his hair the wrong color. his eyes the wrong shade, a twisted snarl on his face. fangs deathly sharp, his nails long and as black as the void that look like they could cut through flesh.

"well if it isnt stanford filbrick pines!" he shouts at me his voice garbled nearly beyond recognition. i stumble backwards as he moves closer to me. "whats wrong? am i not the demon of your universe?" he coos licking his lips as he closes the gap between us.

my heart pounding in my chest, the air around him almost suffocating. he takes a nail and slides the back of it across my cheek. "you look like you could just drop dead stanford. does that have something to do with the fact that im not yours?" he questions almost mockingly. a chill runs up my spine at his touch.

"i know a secret." he whispers in my ear despite me trying to get away from him.

"ask your version of me how he used you, how close he was to going through with it." he says and i feel his hand on my back, his nails breaking my skin. " as how close he came to nearly making you loose your mind" he says.

"at a loss for words are we? do you want to know how i know this?" he questions as he removes his hand from my back, dragging a bloody nail down my face leaving a cut. he grins and cocks his head to the left.

"look closer stanford." he says and my eyes widen in horror.

its not bills normal human form, its a version of my body covered in scars. thick around the neck and wrists, deep red as if they never healed. one eye not glowing proper. "each version of us is different, i gave up, and continued with my plans. my stanford, obviously didnt join me" he says and i notice the smell. "i gave him opportunities to join me, ways for him to live. there was only one version where i gave up and you still win." he says.

" you dont know what you are talking about." i say finally finding words. my hands shaking by my sides.

"ive loved you in every version of me, each time its been put to the test however you had failed me. you failed to love me as you said you always would in all but a few versions." he growls hurt lacing his words.

red chains form around my wrists and ankles holding me in place, not even able to move an inch. searing hot they burn into my flesh and i bite my lower lip to keep from screaming in pain.

"let me show you your fate if you dont hold to your word stanford filbrick pines." he says a sick light in his eyes. he drags his nails across my chest and my flesh tears under my shirt.

i tremble slightly as he wraps his hands around my neck his thumbs over my airway. "mine cried and begged me not to at this point." he whispers his twisted grin getting wider.

he squeezes, and my lungs begin to burn, trying not to gag as he pushes even harder on my airway.

his thumb nails pushing up into my throat my vision blurs. i feel cold invading spreading from when his thumbs are pushing up as i know blood is beginning to spill down his hands and down his arms.

he yawns. "its no fun if you dont scream." he says as he lets me go my vision getting spotty as air fills my lungs.

a red whip appears in his left hand. he raises it as he steps back giving it room to snap. he brings it down at an angle. from my right shoulder to my left hip burns. a gasp escapes my lips and he leans in catching the sound.

Bill pov:

ford screams in his sleep. the sound bone chilling as it echos. i sit up in bed and look over at him, a thick cold sweat covering his body as he shakes in his sleep.

footsteps thud down the hall and stanley bursts into the bedroom a bat in his hand. his face a look of panic. as i shake my head and motion him over. i focus and place my hands, on stanfords temple trying to access his dreams. he screams again, this one louder than the first.

"i dont know whats going on in his head, i cant get in." i say to stanley who looks as concerned as i feel. ford lets out a pained groan in his sleep. "you should go to fiddlefords for the rest of tonight if you want sleep, i cant stop whatever dream is doing this." i say getting fords hair our of his face. his body jerks away at the contact.

"its three in the morning though, i dont want to intrude." he says shuddering as his brother lets out another scream. "ill be back around noon to see if hes ok." he finally relents as ford begins mumbling.

i nod and a few minutes later i can hear a car leaving.

i pull ford into my lap rubbing his back gently with one hand the other playing with his hair.

"shh im here, what ever it is its ok." i say trying to soothe him.

fiddleford pov:

a knock at my door startles me awake. i look at the clock 3:58am. who could be at my door at this hour? i wonder as i shuffle to the door and open it my eyes heavy.

" ford what are you doing here?" i say shocked. "fidd ur not wearing ur glasses, im not ford. its stanley." he says and i squint noticing the longer hair and the extra stubble that ford hates feeling.

"sorry im not fully awake, come in whats going on why the odd hour?" i ask as he walks in yawning.

several minutes later i agree to him sleeping here, both of us concerned about ford. he thanks as i take him to tates room. "let me know if you need anything." i say as i head back to bed.