Author's Note: Boy, January. Who needs it. I'm sure we all have had some not so nice days this month and for those who do I'm glad.
Now we are close to February and that means…LOVE SONGS…..but not now.
To close of this month I've had this idea stuck in my head when I listened to this song from the Yoututbers, PattyCake Productions.
Now this songfic stars Bill Cipher, not the original but one of his variants mainly from the Swap AU.
Basically the main premise of this story is this question….when nearly all versions of you are bad, does that mean you have to be bad too?
The irony is that I was going to use a different version of Bill Cipher but after looking up at MiniJen's updated AUs of Universe Falls and remembering what this song was centered on and the fact of Swap Bill's color…well how could I refuse?
Into the Storm.
"This will allow you to see the windows of your other selves. But remember in the end, it is still your choice on ."
The green interdimensional triangle recalled the words from the original variant of the great Axolotl when he requested to come to this plan outside all the universes that exist in the ever, expanding multiverse.
Swap Bill looked at his surroundings, all around him are light blue mirrors, once looked through an individual will be able to see a version of themselves of that specific universe.
Swap Bill came here after taking the place of his universes Axolotl, to be prepare himself for any threats that may come from different universes, and while coming here, got curious on how his other selves lived their lives, perhaps they have become good willed beings, pranksters, or hadn't suffered the tragedies that behold him.
Imagin his surprise and horror when he discovered that nearly all versions of himself where mad, chaotic, cruel, evil. He saw how they tortured versions of his friends, manipulated theme, possessed them, and even…..killed them in some realities.
Swap Bill couldn't believe his eye. He looked through nearly every mirror in hopes that this was not the norm, but each mirror of each universe clearly breaks his heart more and more.
Was this fate? Was this purpose he set himself on a failure from the start? Will he be like them? Was it only a matter of time?
Swap Bill: Clouds are gathering, it's almost here.
A choice to make, nowhere to disappear.
Am I what's dangerous?
Is the problem me?
Do I hold it back or let the monster free?
He kept searching through many windows of the different universes to find any good versions of himself to outway the many evil versions.
Sadly, no such luck so far.
Every turn I take feels like a mistake.
Can an outcast ever find a place, no.
Can the thing you are, push it all too far?
There's only one place left to go.
He'd spend hours upon hours looking through each window, even to some he'd already looked thorough, such as this window showing him what some would call the Prime Bill (The main UF story version), he watched him torturing a version of Ford. Zapping him with a beam from his eyes as demons laugh in enjoyment.
Into the storm!
Can I escape the darkest part of me?
Into the storm!
Help me believe it's not the real me.
Do I hide what's inside or do I let it grow?
How do I know as I go, into the storm?
He looked through another mirror and saw a version of him being the ultimate ruler of Earth, wearing a crown on his head as many humans bowed to him (Crystal Falls Bill).
I don't know what to do, is this because of me?
Will I lose control and be the thing they see?
Swap Bill looked away from the mirrors to try and calm his nerves but he could still hear the mad evil laughter of his other selves echo from the mirrors.
Lock myself away or let the dark invade, is evil born or is evil made?
Every turn I take feels like a mistake.
Can an outcast ever find a place, no.
He glanced at another mirror showing a red and more, calmer version to the mad yellow ones, but this one despite this calm presence still reeked of the evil that nearly all version of himself shared but more of an orderly evil then chaotic, but evil non the less. (Rises/Momswap)
Can the thing you are, push it all too far?
There's only one place left to go.
Into the storm!
Can I escape the darkest part of me?
Into the storm!
Help me believe it's not the real me.
Do I hide what's inside or do I let it grow?
How do I know as I go?
He tried again to look through the mirrors he found one that might have given him hope, a version of himself as a kid (Realtivity/Gem Kids), however that hope came crumbling down as he watched that child attack the kid versions of Stan, Ford, and the Crystal Gems while laughing at their misery.
The true definition of the phrase 'Kids can be cruel'.
Do I have a choice, can I choose who to be?
Is there any hope left for someone like me?
How can I see who I'm meant to be, when the solid ground keeps fallin' out from under me?!
There was one universe that did give him some hope. It should him a blue variant named Will (Reverse/Diamond) a sad, timid but good person in a universe where nearly all the good versions of people Swap Bill knew were evil and nearly all the evil people were good.
Yet seeing this version has not fully raised his spirt. Who's to say that this version would not become evil later down the line or that perhaps this is the only good one and he is destined to become just another evil Bill Cipher?
This thought did not help as the echoes of laughter from all his evil selves started getting louder around him.
Into the storm!
Can I escape the darkest part of me?
Into the storm!
He sees more and more images of many evil versions from the many mirrors, some are copies of the Prime Bill, some are versions where he forever possessed either Dipper, Ford, Mabel, Steven, Lapis, versions where he is a human but still retained the chaotic evil that all Bills have.
Help me believe it's not the real me.
Do I hide what's inside or do I let it grow?
How do I know as I go?
He glanced back at mirror showing Will and focused on this thought that raddled in his mind.
'So long as there is at least one good variant, then perhaps I'm not destined to be evil'
That thought alone gave him the courage to psychically shove all the mirrors away from him thus silencing the laughter.
Into the storm.
"I'm my own Bill," Swap Bill decreed as he floated away from the hall of mirrors….yet he could still hear the faint sound of mad laughter echoing from them.
The End.
Author's Note: Well that's the end of that and now with February tomorrow we can think on….LOVE SONGS!
Now to make a note here. I can do canon ships of UF and the AUs, and if anyone has any suggestions, I'll keep my ears open.
Now like during December, the love song will stop after February 14th aka Valentines Day, so all of you have till that day to give me some ideas.
Let's keep the inspiration train a chugging, folks!