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Dwindling Thoughts

The black cane materialized out of thin air and the demon spun it around few times before he lightly leaned against it in midair as he listened to the human. Pine tree claimed to be onto him? Now that was an amusing thought. What made it even more amusing was the boy’s practically visible confusion and inability to make a decision about his so called ‘intentions’. “ Yea yea, obviously I might as well lay down at your feet cause I’m as good as defeated. Oh woe, the master paranormal detective has got little ol’ me all figured out! ” was that sarcasm in his voice? Okay maybe his voice was dripping with it and he didn’t even try to hide it. “ First it’s braiding Shooting star’s hair, next taking over the world! My plot was too obvious after all. ” the words were presented with over dramatic movements, the back of a hand pressing against his ‘forehead’, leaning against his cane as if just about to tip over. The amusement was hard to hide even from a face that possessed nothing but a single eye. But the humor wasn’t really meant as an attack, but more to lighten the atmosphere. To point out that there was yet nothing to hold up against him that pointed in anything harmful. Ignoring the fact that he was a soul devouring demon but that kinda came in the packet deal anyways.

The demon noticed his eye wandering around the room as he almost avoided looking at the girl. Which of course was not true cause he didn’t avoid anything. Nothing too special about the room though, it was a pretty normal hospital room with some of Mabel’s items and some gifts. There were only few flowers anymore, the flow of them having slowed and almost stopped after the first half a year. The last flowers here were kept by Shooting star’s mother basically. Bill didn’t even twitch as he listened, not even when anticipation threatened to take him over. It was annoying, to feel so controlled by... emotions, but as he expected the other didn’t really remember a thing and a small frown entered his expression for the barest of moments. It was quickly covered up by a grin though, as the topic changed to his visits and he gave an almost sly look to the girl. “ Well you know how pleasant the head of a practically dead person is, especially when they went out with such a bang. I just couldn’t help myself, I had to take a peek at the carnage. ” She didn’t really need to know the truth. If she didn’t remember then it might as well have not happened. And Pine tree could tell his side of the story when he pleased and deal with that at it’s appropriate time. And wouldn’t that be one grand party that he particularly didn’t want to partake in. While part of him whispered that he wanted to be there. “ Although even on your deathbed your mindscape was as lively and pastel painted as always. Sickening really. ”

“ AH, THE SMARTNESS SEEMS TO RUN IN YOU PESTERING THINGS. YOU SEE, I AM BOUND TO THE DREAMSCAPE. CAN’T TOUCH A HAIR ON YOUR HEAD IN THE REAL WORLD. ” the demon explained as he floated closer and picked a comically stretching hair off the brunet’s head that snapped off and curled between his spindly fingers before he discarded it. “ WHAT I WANT IS TO BE ABLE TO EXPERIENCE YOUR DIMENSION FOR MY OWN. YOU WANT TO BE MORE HUMAN, I WANT THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE. YOU SEE YET WHERE I’M GOING WITH THIS? ”

The demon couldn’t help but snort at her admission. Of course. Maybe he had overestimated her and he was being cautious for no reason. She looked like she might spill everything if he just spooked her good. Or perhaps he could fish out all the information out of her after all, just not through her dreams. “ Of course. But sadly, Shooting star, you can’t go home just yet. ” Bill feigned concern in his voice, as if there was actually something terrible from keeping him from returning her to where he found her. The demon walked into the room, which was rather bare save for the bare necessities. He slept very little and thus used the bedroom even less. “ You see, your family is not yet here to pick you up. Can’t let you wander around alone after all. ”

The fight had been amusing to say the least. Sadly he had picked it up only after it was almost over; the boy walking out doors banging and poor Shooting star being left behind bouncing between hurt and angry. The demon had only briefly visited the girl, his being just a brush against her shoulder that could have maybe been interpreted as comforting if you had a wild imagination. Then he was gone, and after the fuming boy. The attack didn’t come as a complete surprise, although Bill had to give the boy some credit for standing up to him. But the attack was avoided laughably easily, the demon lightly side stepping in midair as he materialized to the grayscape scape. “ Manners, Pine tree. Is this how you treat someone who came all the way out here to see that you’re okay? ” there was no room to be fooled, cause the triangle sounded amused, and even looked as much if you looked closely.

It wasn’t like two years was long for the demon. Heck, over twenty years stuck in the dreamscape had gone by practically in the blink of his eye. The weight he put on these two years wasn’t because he was worried what Mabel might think.; two years off some of her best was probably heavy for her, but no. He put the weight on them cause they had been rather different... for him. At the first sight of tears the demon took his hand off the girl’s shin, and picked out the handkerchief from his breast pocket as if on automaton. It was white and soft and had only the lightest of golden embroideries on the edges. It was offered to Mabel offhandedly as Bill took on the usual light and playful mood of his to cover the weird somber one. “ I wish it was, cause the expression on your face is rather priceless, but no I had no part in the accident. It was all Lady Fortune and some of her best brewed bad luck. ” But no matter how nonchalant he might have acted, the fact still gnawed at him from inside. Shooting star seemed to be drawing completely blank from these past two years. It wasn’t even that weird, human minds were fragile things after all, but he couldn’t help but feel bothered by it. He needed a confirmation to finalize it. If Mabel said that she didn’t remember then he might as well wipe those memories from the front of his mind as well. He wouldn’t be caught dead frowning over some human. “ So you don’t remember a thing after the accident? No phantom feelings or sounds? Perhaps some weird dreams? ”