S I X E R

DID YOU FORGET WHO YOU BELONG TO.

I’ve ruined friend’s life with this show. And she paid me back by saying “heeeeeeey, what would happen if Mabel would press the button?” So, yeaaaaaaaaaah. Guess what- I didn’t sleep normally for two weeks.  Also Anastas helped me a lot with this. And she’s my treasure. 

S618 Paranoid Ford is a heavy alcoholic. He drinks because it keeps Bill from being able to possess him since his body is so fucked up.

Stan is a recovering alcoholic, so he makes it his mission to throw all of Ford’s alcohol away, not understanding Ford’s reasons for drinking (and/or thinking those are dumbfuck reasons).

Ford does not react well.

He rolled his eyes as he finally received an explanation, one that pretty much described all Bill Cipher’s. “Jesus fucking Christ Ford, I know what a fucking chaos demon…” He pinched the bridge of his nose and signed heavily. “Just…just tell me one thing, does this Bill inhabit the body of a Rick?”

Ford winced, from the painful press of metal against his skin, leaving an indented mark in flesh that would slowly fade.  But when the question came out, it clicked. Ah, now he could see just what Sanchez was getting at. 

“Concerning?” A sinister smile crossed his face as he considered it, “It’s hardly an unholy alliance, Bill wears the fucker like a suit, they’re hardly in cahoots.” He smiled at Stanford and scoffed, “I suppose you would view it as an alliance Ford, given your Bill probably tried to seduce you in the way most Cipher’s fall and fawn over their little Sixer.” He made a sound of disgust and pulled away from the man. 

Stanford ‘s face lit up red, all the way to his ears. But he didn’t attract attention to it if he could help it.

 ”Yes, yes. Seduction by flattery. Bill certainly has a way about him. I was blinded by his praise, his charm.  Cipher’s interest in me was based solely upon my intellect. A way to control me, to use me. I was a naive fool.  I’m sure you’re aware.” He averted his gaze, arms folding over his chest. Answering dismissively.

~* All I want for Christmas….

Is….

He rolled his eyes as he finally received an explanation, one that pretty much described all Bill Cipher’s. “Jesus fucking Christ Ford, I know what a fucking chaos demon…” He pinched the bridge of his nose and signed heavily. “Just…just tell me one thing, does this Bill inhabit the body of a Rick?”

Ford winced, from the painful press of metal against his skin, leaving an indented mark in flesh that would slowly fade.  But when the question came out, it clicked. Ah, now he could see just what Sanchez was getting at. 

Bill canonically cannot tell the twins apart so I just had to draw this XDD;; Bill is also a sore loser. Sorry, Ford! (Don’t worry, he’ll get the finger back…)

(…eventually >:D)