#twogolddemons

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Stanford Pines was no lightweight, but it has been a very long time since he’s drank this much. He also did not have a clue what possessed him to drink with Bill Cipher of all people, but right now he wasn’t really complaining.

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“God, what an asshole. I don’t know how my brother got fooled by him because he’s literally a dick all the time. Also there’s still a fuckin’ bite mark in my arm, like who the fuck does that??” Stan slammed his glass down on the bar, sloshing it everywhere.

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Why couldn’t Bill just leave him alone? Honestly, this was getting out of hand. He’s been following him around for over a week and Stan was about this close to punching him again with how frustrated he was.

So when Bill appeared, grinning at him, Stan pushed him to the side. “I’ve got stuff I gotta do, that’s not being bothered by you.” Bill shot him a hurt look, but he knew better then to fall for it.

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Stan didn’t know what to do. His brother was gone, and there was just one person that he could blame. “Bill Cipher, where are ya?” He yelled at the air, hoping that he would come. At leas to gloat, because whatever he had done made Stanley leave.

He must have succeeded in whatever he was doing.

Just like he thought, there was a flash of light and he fell in front of him. “Screaming at me isn’t going to do you any good, Stanford.”

The boxer didn’t even dignify the demon with an answer, taking to just punching him in the face. Bill fell backwards, but managed to catch himself on the wall behind him. “Well, we’re a little feisty today aren’t we?”

“My brother is gone because of you! You piece of shit!” Stanford didn’t try and hit him again, but his hand was closing in on the kitchen knife that was on the table behind him without even realizing it. “You tricked him! You tricked us and now he’s gone, Fiddleford is scared out of his mind.”

Bill was just smirking, moving his jaw with his hand to make sure that it wasn’t broken. Stanford had a hell of a hit when he was angry, apparently. “You act like those are all bad things. Just because Six Fingers was as dumb as a doorknob doesn’t mean you have to take it out on me.”

Stanford raised his fist for another punch, instead he ended up jabbing the knife into his chest. They stayed there for a few moments, Bill with a large smirk on his face and Stanford inches away from him, with the knife sticking out of the demon’s chest.

The boxer took a step back, taking the knife with him and watched as the body slumped to the floor.

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