WELL WELL WELL WELL WELL WELL WELL~

missed you nerd

WELL AREN’T YOU AN ANOMALY FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE!

THE NAME’S BILL. BILL CIPHER TO ALL YA MEAT BAGS!

I WENT INTO SOME SORT OF EXTENDED SLEEP

OH HA-HA. I GET IT!

I AIM TO PLEASE, SPHERE WITH SHADES!

“Hey! That is my poem you are messing with! Stop it!”

He didn’t quite know how to respond, seeing as he had never experienced anything like this.

After a moment, Bill stopped, his eye crinkling at the edges as if he were grinning. 

“But you see Bill, most of this is a manner of expression. It is all based on what I feel. Not what is going on in a current reality.”

He sighed when the pun was made.

“I think deCiphering it is part of the fun of reading and writing poetry.”

‘BUT DON’T YOU THINK REARRANGING AND REWORDING A FEW THINGS WOULD MAKE IT FLOW BETTER, RHYMER?” 

Without permission, the triangular being started to rearrange or destroy some words on the page. 

He hesitantly set down the book.

“Alright…. I guess I could…”

He walked over to his desk and picked up a leather journal. As he walked back he opened it and then set it down next to the other book.

“There.”

Bill waited and when the corner of the journal’s pages touched that of the Poe book’s, he transferred himself to the other book.

“I SEE WHERE YOU’RE GOING WITH THIS, RHYMER....VEEEERY EMOTIONAL.” 

He scratched his ‘chin’ as his form floated between letters and words, his poor top hat getting squished or flattened under sentences.

“BUT I’VE GOT A FEEEEW LITTLE HELPFUL ‘CITATIONS’ TO ADD INTO HERE! FIRST OFF RHYMER, HUMANS CANT BREAK HUMAN SOULS--HEARTS, MAYBE, BUT NOT SOULS. THAT’S A DEMON’S JOB AND I HIIIIGHLY DOUBT YOUR FEMALE PARENTAL UNIT WAS ANY SORT OF DEMONIC ENTITY POSSESSED OR OTHERWISE!”

“LYING IS A SIN AS YOU HUMANS SAY~”

“SECONDLY-- WELL, SECONDLY, THIRDLY, FOURTHLY, AND FIFTHLY -- I GOT A FEW MORE TRANSGRESSIONS WITH THIS TOUCHY-FEELY POEM FOR YOUR DEPARTED FATHERLY FIGURE.”

“YOU SAID SHE STABBED HIM, NOT DROVE-THE-DAGGER-SO-FAR-INTO-HIS-CHEST-CAVITY-THAT-SHE-RIPPED-OPEN-HIS-RIB-CAGE-AND-TOOK-HIS-HEART-OUT-LIKE-KALIMA. UNLESS SHE PLUNGED IT DIRECTLY WHERE HIS HEART WAS, THEN YOU’RE ON THE MARK LITERALLY.”

“IF YOU DIDN’T AGE PAST NINE, THEN WHY ARE YOU IN YOUR TWENTIES? IM PRETTY SURE YOU HUMANS HAVEN’T FIGURED OUT IMMORTALITY AS A WHOLE YET!”

“IF YOUR FATHER WAS MADE OF GLASS WHEN SHE STABBED HIM-- WAIT; BUT DIDN’T YOU SAY SHE BROUGHT HELLFIRE? WOULDN’T THAT GOLDEN DAGGER MELT FROM THE HEAT OF HELLFIRE? WOULDN’T YOUR FATHER MELT INTO MOLTEN GLASS IF HE’S MADE OF GLASS? THINK ABOUT IT, RHYMER. SCIENCE.”

“IF HE’S GLASS, HOW IS HE STRONG? HOW DID SHE BREAK YOU; ARE YOU ALSO GLASS?”

“Because I like reading this.”

He looked confused.

“Yes. I do like writing. Why do you want to hear it?”

He processed what he had seen and paused.

“Wait a minuet…”

He flipped back to the page and stared for a moment.

“Bill? What the hell are you doing in my book?”

“AHA! YA FOUND ME!” He exclaimed in his usual loud demeanor.

WOW KID, YOU HAVE SOME TALENT! REMINDS ME OF A CERTAIN SHOOTING STAR…