#wxllcipher

    ★ Anger was filling Stanford to the brim, steam metaphorically shooting from his ears as he made his way from the Gleeful Manor and out into the woods. He could always think better there, the only sides being himself and the most peculiar wildlife; he could breathe and think in those conditions. So, of course, as he found his usual spot, the sight of someone else, someone unwanted made him yell out. Words came before he had time to take in the stranger-- not that it would have made the reaction any better.

ஐ = slapping them .

Stanford was in the middle of lecturing William for the seventh time today. Every little thing the demon did wrong, the man called him out on in twenty minute lectures each time. Of course, this takes valuable time out of his very busy day so this is what he’s talking about now. 

“ The fact that I have to pull you aside to tell you what you’re doing wrong is absolutely ridiculous, William. You’ve been here long enough to know what sort of quality I expect. This is taking time out of my already-too-short day. I always thought you were intel-- “ 

What came next was an absolute shock to the brunette. Sure, he noticed Will’s expressions changing like usual. The demon never lashed out at him since they became acquainted. Stanford’s glasses are slapped right onto the floor and he is staring at the wall for several seconds that feel like hours passing by. 

Stanford closes the gap between their bodies and his six fingers close around Will’s throat and he is hoisting him up. His teeth are clenched and the palm of his free hand sparks and there’s a raging blue flame hovering over it.

William felt awful, making Bill worry about him like this. He didn’t want to him to waste his time worrying about something so stupid– William could fix himself up, it would just take some time… But- he appreciated it. Honestly- Bill was the only think that kept William from feeling as though he was all alone here. Without him- William had no idea what he’d do.

“S-Something like that…” The demon replied, brows knitting together in worry for a moment before a soft sigh escaped his cut lip. “I accidentally spilled some t-tea over Mabel- i-it must have hurt pretty bad, they were furious…” He mumbled, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves in a nervous manner before speaking up once more. “B-But it’s not as though I did it on purpose-!”

            “ Hey, hey buddy, relax. You’re safe now. Com’ere, jeez, they banged you up good. I haven’t seen injuries like these since the last time a poacher tried to nab a Manotaur for his fireplace. They weren’t even from me! The beasts knocked his teeth out for steppin’ foot in their area with a crossbow. Listen pal, if you wanna take down a Manotaur you’re gonna need a small army, am I right? ”

     Bill hoped his chatter distracted his counterpart from the heavy stinging that came with healing magic. The demon’s magic mostly specialized in offensive tricks, and his healing abilities still had a few kinks he needed to smooth. Bill bit his lip in concentration. He just wanted to get this over with.

     Taking a human form for a couple hundred years or so had its effects on the demon. For instance, he found himself craving strawberry ice cream more so than he would as a triangle. But, on a deeper level, he began to feel attachments to people. Human emotions were powerful forces; probably the most powerful force the dream-demon had ever come in contact with. After protecting the Falls from adversaries for all these years, he began to subconsciously associate himself with the trope of “guardian.”

Dirk sighed heavily as he looked at the other. ‘ Well if we really have to discuss it... ‘ He took out his cigarette, simply blowing on it to let it light. This wasn’t something he really wanted to discuss, as it should have been blatantly obvious. Maybe it was just him then.

At this exact time, Dipper’s soul was in control of his body. The distress he heard from the shy demon frightened him, and he honestly had no idea what to do. Breath speeding up, the teenager glanced around, searching for whatever he was talking about.