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Hench is stopping by to return cowboys original baby photos and check on cowboy after that disaster of a wedding.. he'll knock on the door
[He can hear Shifty yelling "I'll get it!" before they open the door.] ... Oh! You're that fella who was here a while ago, right? Gee, weren't that half a year ago now? Time sure flies... What're ya here for, Sir?
"Apologies for the long wait.. I've been rather distracted. I wanted to return some photographs to your father" he is actively holding himself back from interrogating Shifty.. his shapeshifter is still actively frozen and hench knows he could get some incredible data from him- "I also attended that wedding.. How's Cowboy holding up?"
Oh! Pa's in the kitchen right now. I can take you to him! [Shifty's polite smile immediately drops the moment the wedding is brought up.] ... Uh, he's... My brother's been a bit down in the dumps since then. He's going to stay home 'til he's feelin' better... Which could be a long time. I'm sure seein' somebody friendly ought to help 'im though. Sorry I didn't recognize you there, I was in the very front 'til I was busy gettin' everybody out...
"Thank you that'd be appreciated."
Hench nods "I thought that might be the case.. Anyone would be taking it harshly. It's a good thing he has you and your Pa for support" he waves his hand brushing him off "I was in the back, wasn't even expecting to know anyone at the wedding, and wasn't important to the overall event. With how it was set up it's no wonder you didn't recognize me"
Of course! Follow me! [Shifty starts walking to the kitchen. Pops is there cooking up some plain-looking omelettes.] Yeah... He's been a lot more quiet 'n he used to be too... Poor fella. We'll make sure he's okay, though. Well... I 'spose that's true... Ah well, it don't matter now. Y'know, Pa and I had a list we were gon' read off when the priest asked if anybody had any objections... A looong list. It's kind of a shame we couldn't...
Hench follows behind them. "He's strong I'm sure he'll be able to get back onto his feet"
Hench chuckles "with any luck you'll be able to jole about it all in the future! That'd be a good time to show off the list. In the end I'm glad the ceremony wasn't completed"
Well... Yeah, but... [Shifty frowns and stares off into space for a moment.] ... That was awful. That man... He should've just gone ta jail or somethin'! He didn't need to die. L'il bro... Poor fella ain't gonna have a good time talkin' to anybody when everybody saw the worst moment of 'is life... And that boy's pa is stuck in the hospital after that awful... [They shake their head, trying to cast the image of the cannon firing the balled up corpse of Richard from their mind.] Anyhow... Pa, some'n's here to see ya! Oh..! ... Ah, hello! It's you! The scientist! What was your name again...?
"I worry that jail never would've properly contained him. He was making use of supernatural elements most people aren't aware of. His death was the safest option, though I'm sure everyone has their own opinions on if it was the correct one. If they were going to kill him they could've atleast done it away from the crowd.."
"I wish I could say everything was going to be alright but there's truly no telling. I'll try to visit more frequently and do what I can to aid all of you with this, though I doubt there's much I can do"
Hench redirects his attention to Pa and offers him a hand "Stanford. It's good to see you again. I have a theory I wanted to discuss with you- along with those photos you lent me"
Anything would be better than killing him... That's never what should be done first, I don't unnerstand-
It's okay Shifty, he knows.
[Pops shakes Hench's hand. Firm grip!]
Ah, of course! I'm all ears! Tell me, do you want some supper? We can speak over the table. I was hopin' I could get my boy up with some grub... He's never stayed in bed this late before.
Hench grips his hand and leans in closer lowering his voice. "I'd like to discuss it away from Shifty and Cowboy if at all possible.. just until I can confirm my suspicions.. I wouldn't want to cause any unnecessary panic" he releases Pop's hand nodding "A home cooked meal tends to make things better."
[Pops nods.]
Alrighty, then. But if this is 'bout that missin' Bill feller... Well, my Boy's been sayin' some mighty concernin' things. He deserves a say, I'm thinkin'...
Yup! Always does. He's always sayin' that's what he likes best 'bout comin' home. I'll go ahead and cook up another 'un fer ya anyhow. Shifty, couldja give us some alone time?
[Shifty nods and leaves the kitchen in a hurry.]
"I'm aware.. it's why I'm attempting to be cautious."
Hench waits for shifty to leave before pulling out the photos and laying them near pops to collect when he'd like to. "I worry that Cowboy and Bill are one in the same. I was excited to meet a Euclydian outside of Bill but that excitment may have been unfounded.. I was urged to look into freeze branding some time ago and I can only assume this was the reasoning as to why. It would explain why his coloring is different.. and the ordeal at the wedding only layers onto my concerns."
[Pops listens carefully, nodding slowly. He smiles at the pictures- he can't help it, he loves his kids.] ... He had the same worries. He was sayin' somethin' 'bout some folks're another puttin' that feller's mind in his fer about a week or so too... Confusin' him. Scarin' him. I dunno if it was just his mem'ries or what, but... [He shakes his head, cracking open a couple eggs. Hench gets an omelet whether he thinks he deserves wants it or NOT.] ... Well- what was yer name again? Stanford, right? ... Well, Stanford, he ain't a bad person at heart. I know my boy, raised him since he was a baby, and ya've seen it. I think... If yer sayin' he's gon' be evil, I have ta ask... Are you sure, with no doubt in yer mind or yer heart or yer soul, that every single version of that there "Bill" fella is evil in the end? Do ya really, honestly think, lookin' at him, that he'd turn out that way? If anythin', I'd take this whole wedding as meanin' he ain't gon' turn out evil, even if he is this Bill feller. He's so heartbroken with what he's gone and done he cain't even get out of bed 'til it's already afternoon... And I know he wakes up with the sun.
"He had Bill's memories forced into his mind!?" Ignoing the vast amount of information that would be crammed into your mind at once the sheer amount of insane and violent activities you'd witness through Bill's eye must've been awful. Especially if it weren't clear where they were originating from..
"To be quite honest I've never sensed any ill will from Cowboy.. I'm not completely sure he is a variant of Bill it's simply a possibility." Hench presses his lips into a thin line. Bill is evil, to deny that is to admit he's been in the wrong in various occasions.. it's also to denounce his principle of distrust for Bill and allow him the chance to twist things in his favor again.
Infinite universes pave ways for Infinite realities.. still he can feel the cold breath of people he knows aren't visible to the public breathing down his neck. "I don't know what cowboy will become. Bill's journey began with tragedy and blood on his hands. Guilt or not it's what he chooses to do after he pulls himself back together that defines what path he'll go down."
[Pops nods, though his eyes are focused on the omelette.]
... So does 'at mean every Bill is evil or not, Stanford? If yer sayin' he could be 'un but still be good... I think he'd find that lots more comfortin', whether or not he is. Think it this way- [He pauses to plate the omelette and slide it to Hench.] If he turns out not ta be, it's fine either way. But if he is, ain't it better if he still knows he can choose ta be good? If he thinks he ain't got a choice, what do ya think he'll do then? What if everythin' turns out fer the worst? ... He's a good kid, Stanfer- Ford, but hopelessness ain't never helped no one.
[Pops shakes his head. What a tragedy...] ... Well... What if yer right? What if he turns out ta be a Bill and will turn out ta hurt evryone no matter what, long as he lives? Do ya expect me to kill my own son over that? Ta give up all hope and shoot 'im while he sleeps? 'Cuz I ain't doin' that without good reason ta believe he's doomed. And frankly, he'd probly beat me to it if he reached the same... Whut's that word again? Con... cussion? Bah, you know what I mean. Just 'cus he killed a man by accident... It ain't enough fer me, ya hear?
What's the chance of another Bill being kind!? It's still hard to believe Trickster isn't plotting anything but, after weeks of nothing of note he's begun to get used to his presence.. maybe that's what he wants To lower his guard.. how evil. His foot raps against the floor as he sighs "I'm.." your what "currently, I've started doing more research into it.. I am certain that having a Bill variant around is unsafe- If his powers act up again it could very well destory everything you and him hold dear.."
Hench stares down at the omelet.. despite how good it smells he isn't feeling particularly hungry.. "I suppose that's true. When all other doors seem to be sealed shut you either tear through the drywall or enter through the only door left. If it were up to me none of them would follow down the depressing path fate seems hell bent on. I was once Bill's friend, I would've preferred we stayed that way opposed to what became of us. I don't want cowboy to turn out like that either but it's safer to assume he will. They're the same person at heart and clealy Bill didn't choose the righteous path.. although if any are to stick out from the mold it'd be cowboy"
"Conclusion and No, I know it's too much to ask of a parent to not only bury their son but to be the one to snuff out their life. I hear you which is why I urge you to keep an eye on Cowboys behavior and mental state.. unicorn hair can restrict his powers if that ever comes to pass.."
[Pops is silent the whole time, nodding along, gently pushing the plate closer to Hench. Taste his omelette boy he worked hard on that.] I see... Unicorn hair... Is not somethin' I can... Well... Maybe if I asked Silas or Harriet to see Richard's old things, there could be some... I'll keep an eye out, anyhow. D'ya think there's anythin' else I could do fer him? ... And don'tcha think it's best if'n he knows? 'Sides, it's 'bout time I called him out ta eat! His omelette's gon' get cold if we wait much longer.
"It's rare but not impossible to harvest.. my niece was able to secure some, some time ago. Although, I'm unsure if any reside around here.. Looking through Richard's things is an excellent idea, he certainly isn't getting any use out of it" Hench looks down to the plate and sighs taking a seat. Alright, alright- "there's not much else I think you can do besides be there for him, I suppose. If you think he'll be able to handle the news go on ahead and inform him"
[Pops nods, sitting down by his own plate.]
Alright, kiddos! Breakfast's ready!
[Shifty runs out, practically skidding into the room. Excited about Pops' cooking! ... And the cowboy doesn't come out yet.]
... Alright, hang on... Son, Stanford's 'ere and he agrees with ya!
[It takes a few seconds, before the cowboy rushes out of his room and over to the table.]
Whut? Huh? 'Bout what? Oh, howdy Stanferd!
Sit down 'n eat first, boy.
... Right. Sorry.
[Pops is the only one who doesn't shovel his food into his mouth...]
... Well, he says yer likely ta be a Bill too. But it ain't guaranteed!
[The cowboy briefly pauses eating.]
... But'm I gon' hurt anyone else?
Ain't no way of knowin', son. 'Sides, ya've got a gun fer a reason.
... Fer gettin' rid 'a dangers ta this world...
... Y'ain't a bad egg, kiddo. You know that. What happened to Dickie weren't yer fault.
[Shifty looks ready to say something, but Pops glares at them. No talking with your mouth full. His gaze then turns to Hench. Anything to add?]
Hench chuckles watching them rush into the room reminds him of when Stan and him were young. Hench nods acknowledging Cowboy "Greetings, You seem lively."
Hench watches the exchange quietly before meeting Pop's gaze. "Nothings confirmed.. I plan to visit a godlike being to get the answers I'm seeking. I can pass along any questions you may have and see if it might give a response"
[The cowboy nods at Hench when addressed... Even though he's clearly the most unkempt he's been.]
... Godlike bein', huh? ... Interestin'. Well- Whose fault was Richard's death?
What're ya doin'?
If it says it was your fault, it was. If it weren't, you have ta stop blaming yourself.
That's a good choice, in my opin'un.
Yer takin' their side?
We care about ya, boy. How 'bout... What I want ta know is, who're ya kids's real parents? Where'd ya come from?
[The cowboy sighs, going to take another bite, but... He puts his fork down.]
Whut's the best way fer me ta kill a Bill?
... Don't ask that fer him.
... Pa. I want ta know.
And I know how yer usin' that know-how, and I ain't havin' it. Think of somethin' else.
Fine... How do I bring Richard back, then?
... You sure ya want that, li'l bro?
Pardon?
... Nevermind. I get it.
[It takes a moment before all three slowly return to eating.]
[The cowboy avoids eye contact more than usual... "Nothing's confirmed", but he still... feels... awful...]
... Say- Some folks were sayin' ya did somethin' real bad. Got yer kids taken away bad, or somethin'. Sayin' I shouldn't listen ta you 'bout all Bills bein' bad. And there's bin another Stanferd sayin' that too... And another, but he says he's still in... "You-clid-ya"? And he's hangin' round 'un himself... I can only hear 'im through a "walking talking" I found, but- My point bein', I... I still think it's better ta stop 'em, but... Well...
[He pauses to have a few more bites, more for the comfort than to feel full.]
... After the weddin' there was 'un who'd been turned ter a doggy. An' I figure... She seemed nice. Real friendly. And since sh'ain't actin' evil no more an' all that bad happened a long time ago fer her... Well...
... Yer askin' if yer sure we can trust 'im.
... Or... if sparin' that mutt's life wus a mistake, yeah...
... And yer still willin' ta end yerself over his say-so if it turns out y'are one?
... Pa...
... Weren't you sayin' you wanted a dog after that?
...
Hench nods pulling out pen and paper to keep track of the questions. "Richard died because he tried to force a fate you never signed up for upon you. I'm sure the Mudpuppy's answer will be interesting"
"He most likely came from a dimension knows as Euclydia. Bill typically destroys it killing all of its inhabitants and leading to his presence in the nightmare realm. If Cowboy is a Bill variant his parents are Euclid and Scalene. I'll be sure to see if I can get any information out of them aside from just names if possible"
Hench stares at cowboy a moment "if you wish to bring him back I'll warn you there are more than likely to be consequences. You can accompany me if thats fine with your father this entire ordeal surrounds you afterall."
Hench clenches his jaw glowering at the plate in front of him opting not to do so towards anyone at the table especially not with how hospitable pops has been. "I gave my child up of my own free will those claims have no merit."
"..I have done things I'm not proud of, made mistakes I can't take back. But, I urge you not to take the word of most variants of me there seem to be a large number who have fallen for Bill's tricks and believe him to be good." That dimension must've slipped past him during his travels researching 2d dimensions.. Intresting "Don't be distracted by her frankly adorable nature that 'mutt', Valarie, is still extremely dangerous. She had a concerning incident somewhat recently but, despite that, I don't recommend hurting or killing her. She's being kept calm as of now and isn't much of a direct threat but I'm sure that could change under the right conditions"
[The cowboy frowns and sinks in his seat...]
... I had a dream 'bout a mudpuppy when I were a kid... Crazy coinky-dink. Cute critters.
Inchrestin'... Shifty too, 'course. I mostly want ter know... If there's anythin' their families wanted them ter know before I got 'em.
[The cowboy looks like he wants to melt into his seat and disappear.]
... I wanna come.
He can go. I'm sorry 'bout yer kid, hope that ain't hurt too bad ta be talkin' 'bout right now. Yain't gotta say more, I cain't imagine how bad that feels...
... So... I cain trust'ja, but it's good I din't shoot 'er? ... Is whoever's watchin' her ready ta kill her when she get's dang'rus again, though? If yer right about her, then... It ain't possible fer a Bill ta ever stay good... So why spare her? Let 'er die good. Mercy killin'. It's what I'd want if I were 'un.
[Pops and Shifty exchange glances, both gritting their teeth. Ouughh buddy don't say that..]
"Fascinating. Do you recall anything strange about the dream? They aren't always fabricated purely from imagination"
"I'll be sure to ask on your behalf. If the families knew of the care of which you've provided their children I'm sure they'd be wanting to thank. The axolotl seems to have reign over the deceased but I'm unsure of the extent of their reach"
Hench watches Cowboy with great interest. Look at him go, become one with the seat. "Than I'll have to go over the details with you later. It shouldn't be a dangerous task.. the axolotl isn't known for being a violent force."
"It doesn't feel bad at all. I'm sturdy in my belief, I did the right thing." It stings. He regrets it often. Her safety keeps him up at night yet it seems the consensus is that he himself is the danger he's so wary of. That keeps him up as well. Imagining what it is people could possibly think he's capable of. Is even his trust in himself misplaced-!? It's a headache he'd like to forget for the time being.. especially infront of such nice company.
"It's complicated.. love and care can often be misplaced and well, once you care about someone you'll do all you can to help them. The one watching over her wants her to be good, they want to help her, and they most certainly don't want her dead. Wilhelm's strong however.. I trust him to handle the situation"
... Well, it were lookin' real hungry, so I fed the li'l guy an' watched it swim fer a while ta make sure nothin' took it's food or tried ta eat it. Nothin' more'n that. So... Not particle'y strange.
... Hang on, are you saying this axle-ottle--- Er, the... Axolotl, is the grim reaper or something? And it's somehow tied ta this Mudpuppy thing?
No, that'd be my friend Wilhelm... He's death, I think?
[Shifty's mouth hangs agape. WHAT..???]
... I can handle danger, anyhow. Not right now you can't. !
[Pops stares at Hench sympathetically. What an obvious lie.]
... Right... But... Ah, ferget I said anythin'...
[The cowboy rushes to finish his omelette; he'd like to go back to laying in bed miserably. He waits until he's done swallowing everything before he speaks again.]
... Cain I be 'scused? Sure thing, son. Thank'm, pa. Don't die. E-yup...
"Nothing to take note of then.. but if it was the mudpuppy it could've been watching over you."
Hench holds up a hand flat and tilts it left and right "Ehh.. I'm not sure if that entirely encapsulates what the axolotl is. The mudpuppy would be your universes version of the axolotl." Nods in agreement yes Wilhelm is basically the grim reaper.
"I'll ensure he isn't harmed. I've been traveling the multiverse a long time. There's nothing to worry about truly"
Hench issss also gonna quickly finish his food. Don't look at him like that pops- his perfectly crafted lies! He's so good at them
... Huh. Maybe... Or it coulda jus' bin a strange dream. [Shifty appears lost in thought. Contemplating this.] Thank'm, Stanferd. Real kind of ya. Jus'... Be careful with 'im. Please. ... Pa. Didja meet a god? Naw, jus' a lizard. PA. Nuthin' more'n a cute liddle sally-manner! PA!! [Pops gives a hearty laught, to Shifty's mild frustration.] ... Oh, ya in a hurry home? Well, we'll be 'ere when yer ready!
Oh noooo drag queen beam narrowly missing cowboy and hitting pops oh me oh my whoopsie daisy
I'm hooooo-OH DEAR HEAVEN'S WHUSSAT- ... Er- Pa??? . . . Son. I were not dressed this way befur ya opened tha door. ... I din't do it. I- SHIFTY? YOU TOO??? Join usss. AAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!! [Cowboy has run into his room and shut the door behind him.] ... Why'd ya do that? It seemed funnier in my head. ... Yeah, it was purdy funny.
Hench is stopping by to return cowboys original baby photos and check on cowboy after that disaster of a wedding.. he'll knock on the door
[He can hear Shifty yelling "I'll get it!" before they open the door.] ... Oh! You're that fella who was here a while ago, right? Gee, weren't that half a year ago now? Time sure flies... What're ya here for, Sir?
"Apologies for the long wait.. I've been rather distracted. I wanted to return some photographs to your father" he is actively holding himself back from interrogating Shifty.. his shapeshifter is still actively frozen and hench knows he could get some incredible data from him- "I also attended that wedding.. How's Cowboy holding up?"
Oh! Pa's in the kitchen right now. I can take you to him! [Shifty's polite smile immediately drops the moment the wedding is brought up.] ... Uh, he's... My brother's been a bit down in the dumps since then. He's going to stay home 'til he's feelin' better... Which could be a long time. I'm sure seein' somebody friendly ought to help 'im though. Sorry I didn't recognize you there, I was in the very front 'til I was busy gettin' everybody out...
"Thank you that'd be appreciated."
Hench nods "I thought that might be the case.. Anyone would be taking it harshly. It's a good thing he has you and your Pa for support" he waves his hand brushing him off "I was in the back, wasn't even expecting to know anyone at the wedding, and wasn't important to the overall event. With how it was set up it's no wonder you didn't recognize me"
Of course! Follow me! [Shifty starts walking to the kitchen. Pops is there cooking up some plain-looking omelettes.] Yeah... He's been a lot more quiet 'n he used to be too... Poor fella. We'll make sure he's okay, though. Well... I 'spose that's true... Ah well, it don't matter now. Y'know, Pa and I had a list we were gon' read off when the priest asked if anybody had any objections... A looong list. It's kind of a shame we couldn't...
Hench follows behind them. "He's strong I'm sure he'll be able to get back onto his feet"
Hench chuckles "with any luck you'll be able to jole about it all in the future! That'd be a good time to show off the list. In the end I'm glad the ceremony wasn't completed"
Well... Yeah, but... [Shifty frowns and stares off into space for a moment.] ... That was awful. That man... He should've just gone ta jail or somethin'! He didn't need to die. L'il bro... Poor fella ain't gonna have a good time talkin' to anybody when everybody saw the worst moment of 'is life... And that boy's pa is stuck in the hospital after that awful... [They shake their head, trying to cast the image of the cannon firing the balled up corpse of Richard from their mind.] Anyhow... Pa, some'n's here to see ya! Oh..! ... Ah, hello! It's you! The scientist! What was your name again...?
"I worry that jail never would've properly contained him. He was making use of supernatural elements most people aren't aware of. His death was the safest option, though I'm sure everyone has their own opinions on if it was the correct one. If they were going to kill him they could've atleast done it away from the crowd.."
"I wish I could say everything was going to be alright but there's truly no telling. I'll try to visit more frequently and do what I can to aid all of you with this, though I doubt there's much I can do"
Hench redirects his attention to Pa and offers him a hand "Stanford. It's good to see you again. I have a theory I wanted to discuss with you- along with those photos you lent me"
Anything would be better than killing him... That's never what should be done first, I don't unnerstand-
It's okay Shifty, he knows.
[Pops shakes Hench's hand. Firm grip!]
Ah, of course! I'm all ears! Tell me, do you want some supper? We can speak over the table. I was hopin' I could get my boy up with some grub... He's never stayed in bed this late before.
Hench grips his hand and leans in closer lowering his voice. "I'd like to discuss it away from Shifty and Cowboy if at all possible.. just until I can confirm my suspicions.. I wouldn't want to cause any unnecessary panic" he releases Pop's hand nodding "A home cooked meal tends to make things better."
[Pops nods.]
Alrighty, then. But if this is 'bout that missin' Bill feller... Well, my Boy's been sayin' some mighty concernin' things. He deserves a say, I'm thinkin'...
Yup! Always does. He's always sayin' that's what he likes best 'bout comin' home. I'll go ahead and cook up another 'un fer ya anyhow. Shifty, couldja give us some alone time?
[Shifty nods and leaves the kitchen in a hurry.]
"I'm aware.. it's why I'm attempting to be cautious."
Hench waits for shifty to leave before pulling out the photos and laying them near pops to collect when he'd like to. "I worry that Cowboy and Bill are one in the same. I was excited to meet a Euclydian outside of Bill but that excitment may have been unfounded.. I was urged to look into freeze branding some time ago and I can only assume this was the reasoning as to why. It would explain why his coloring is different.. and the ordeal at the wedding only layers onto my concerns."
[Pops listens carefully, nodding slowly. He smiles at the pictures- he can't help it, he loves his kids.] ... He had the same worries. He was sayin' somethin' 'bout some folks're another puttin' that feller's mind in his fer about a week or so too... Confusin' him. Scarin' him. I dunno if it was just his mem'ries or what, but... [He shakes his head, cracking open a couple eggs. Hench gets an omelet whether he thinks he deserves wants it or NOT.] ... Well- what was yer name again? Stanford, right? ... Well, Stanford, he ain't a bad person at heart. I know my boy, raised him since he was a baby, and ya've seen it. I think... If yer sayin' he's gon' be evil, I have ta ask... Are you sure, with no doubt in yer mind or yer heart or yer soul, that every single version of that there "Bill" fella is evil in the end? Do ya really, honestly think, lookin' at him, that he'd turn out that way? If anythin', I'd take this whole wedding as meanin' he ain't gon' turn out evil, even if he is this Bill feller. He's so heartbroken with what he's gone and done he cain't even get out of bed 'til it's already afternoon... And I know he wakes up with the sun.
"He had Bill's memories forced into his mind!?" Ignoing the vast amount of information that would be crammed into your mind at once the sheer amount of insane and violent activities you'd witness through Bill's eye must've been awful. Especially if it weren't clear where they were originating from..
"To be quite honest I've never sensed any ill will from Cowboy.. I'm not completely sure he is a variant of Bill it's simply a possibility." Hench presses his lips into a thin line. Bill is evil, to deny that is to admit he's been in the wrong in various occasions.. it's also to denounce his principle of distrust for Bill and allow him the chance to twist things in his favor again.
Infinite universes pave ways for Infinite realities.. still he can feel the cold breath of people he knows aren't visible to the public breathing down his neck. "I don't know what cowboy will become. Bill's journey began with tragedy and blood on his hands. Guilt or not it's what he chooses to do after he pulls himself back together that defines what path he'll go down."
[Pops nods, though his eyes are focused on the omelette.]
... So does 'at mean every Bill is evil or not, Stanford? If yer sayin' he could be 'un but still be good... I think he'd find that lots more comfortin', whether or not he is. Think it this way- [He pauses to plate the omelette and slide it to Hench.] If he turns out not ta be, it's fine either way. But if he is, ain't it better if he still knows he can choose ta be good? If he thinks he ain't got a choice, what do ya think he'll do then? What if everythin' turns out fer the worst? ... He's a good kid, Stanfer- Ford, but hopelessness ain't never helped no one.
[Pops shakes his head. What a tragedy...] ... Well... What if yer right? What if he turns out ta be a Bill and will turn out ta hurt evryone no matter what, long as he lives? Do ya expect me to kill my own son over that? Ta give up all hope and shoot 'im while he sleeps? 'Cuz I ain't doin' that without good reason ta believe he's doomed. And frankly, he'd probly beat me to it if he reached the same... Whut's that word again? Con... cussion? Bah, you know what I mean. Just 'cus he killed a man by accident... It ain't enough fer me, ya hear?
What's the chance of another Bill being kind!? It's still hard to believe Trickster isn't plotting anything but, after weeks of nothing of note he's begun to get used to his presence.. maybe that's what he wants To lower his guard.. how evil. His foot raps against the floor as he sighs "I'm.." your what "currently, I've started doing more research into it.. I am certain that having a Bill variant around is unsafe- If his powers act up again it could very well destory everything you and him hold dear.."
Hench stares down at the omelet.. despite how good it smells he isn't feeling particularly hungry.. "I suppose that's true. When all other doors seem to be sealed shut you either tear through the drywall or enter through the only door left. If it were up to me none of them would follow down the depressing path fate seems hell bent on. I was once Bill's friend, I would've preferred we stayed that way opposed to what became of us. I don't want cowboy to turn out like that either but it's safer to assume he will. They're the same person at heart and clealy Bill didn't choose the righteous path.. although if any are to stick out from the mold it'd be cowboy"
"Conclusion and No, I know it's too much to ask of a parent to not only bury their son but to be the one to snuff out their life. I hear you which is why I urge you to keep an eye on Cowboys behavior and mental state.. unicorn hair can restrict his powers if that ever comes to pass.."
[Pops is silent the whole time, nodding along, gently pushing the plate closer to Hench. Taste his omelette boy he worked hard on that.] I see... Unicorn hair... Is not somethin' I can... Well... Maybe if I asked Silas or Harriet to see Richard's old things, there could be some... I'll keep an eye out, anyhow. D'ya think there's anythin' else I could do fer him? ... And don'tcha think it's best if'n he knows? 'Sides, it's 'bout time I called him out ta eat! His omelette's gon' get cold if we wait much longer.
"It's rare but not impossible to harvest.. my niece was able to secure some, some time ago. Although, I'm unsure if any reside around here.. Looking through Richard's things is an excellent idea, he certainly isn't getting any use out of it" Hench looks down to the plate and sighs taking a seat. Alright, alright- "there's not much else I think you can do besides be there for him, I suppose. If you think he'll be able to handle the news go on ahead and inform him"
[Pops nods, sitting down by his own plate.]
Alright, kiddos! Breakfast's ready!
[Shifty runs out, practically skidding into the room. Excited about Pops' cooking! ... And the cowboy doesn't come out yet.]
... Alright, hang on... Son, Stanford's 'ere and he agrees with ya!
[It takes a few seconds, before the cowboy rushes out of his room and over to the table.]
Whut? Huh? 'Bout what? Oh, howdy Stanferd!
Sit down 'n eat first, boy.
... Right. Sorry.
[Pops is the only one who doesn't shovel his food into his mouth...]
... Well, he says yer likely ta be a Bill too. But it ain't guaranteed!
[The cowboy briefly pauses eating.]
... But'm I gon' hurt anyone else?
Ain't no way of knowin', son. 'Sides, ya've got a gun fer a reason.
... Fer gettin' rid 'a dangers ta this world...
... Y'ain't a bad egg, kiddo. You know that. What happened to Dickie weren't yer fault.
[Shifty looks ready to say something, but Pops glares at them. No talking with your mouth full. His gaze then turns to Hench. Anything to add?]
Hench chuckles watching them rush into the room reminds him of when Stan and him were young. Hench nods acknowledging Cowboy "Greetings, You seem lively."
Hench watches the exchange quietly before meeting Pop's gaze. "Nothings confirmed.. I plan to visit a godlike being to get the answers I'm seeking. I can pass along any questions you may have and see if it might give a response"
[The cowboy nods at Hench when addressed... Even though he's clearly the most unkempt he's been.]
... Godlike bein', huh? ... Interestin'. Well- Whose fault was Richard's death?
What're ya doin'?
If it says it was your fault, it was. If it weren't, you have ta stop blaming yourself.
That's a good choice, in my opin'un.
Yer takin' their side?
We care about ya, boy. How 'bout... What I want ta know is, who're ya kids's real parents? Where'd ya come from?
[The cowboy sighs, going to take another bite, but... He puts his fork down.]
Whut's the best way fer me ta kill a Bill?
... Don't ask that fer him.
... Pa. I want ta know.
And I know how yer usin' that know-how, and I ain't havin' it. Think of somethin' else.
Fine... How do I bring Richard back, then?
... You sure ya want that, li'l bro?
Pardon?
... Nevermind. I get it.
[It takes a moment before all three slowly return to eating.]
[The cowboy avoids eye contact more than usual... "Nothing's confirmed", but he still... feels... awful...]
... Say- Some folks were sayin' ya did somethin' real bad. Got yer kids taken away bad, or somethin'. Sayin' I shouldn't listen ta you 'bout all Bills bein' bad. And there's bin another Stanferd sayin' that too... And another, but he says he's still in... "You-clid-ya"? And he's hangin' round 'un himself... I can only hear 'im through a "walking talking" I found, but- My point bein', I... I still think it's better ta stop 'em, but... Well...
[He pauses to have a few more bites, more for the comfort than to feel full.]
... After the weddin' there was 'un who'd been turned ter a doggy. An' I figure... She seemed nice. Real friendly. And since sh'ain't actin' evil no more an' all that bad happened a long time ago fer her... Well...
... Yer askin' if yer sure we can trust 'im.
... Or... if sparin' that mutt's life wus a mistake, yeah...
... And yer still willin' ta end yerself over his say-so if it turns out y'are one?
... Pa...
... Weren't you sayin' you wanted a dog after that?
...
Hench nods pulling out pen and paper to keep track of the questions. "Richard died because he tried to force a fate you never signed up for upon you. I'm sure the Mudpuppy's answer will be interesting"
"He most likely came from a dimension knows as Euclydia. Bill typically destroys it killing all of its inhabitants and leading to his presence in the nightmare realm. If Cowboy is a Bill variant his parents are Euclid and Scalene. I'll be sure to see if I can get any information out of them aside from just names if possible"
Hench stares at cowboy a moment "if you wish to bring him back I'll warn you there are more than likely to be consequences. You can accompany me if thats fine with your father this entire ordeal surrounds you afterall."
Hench clenches his jaw glowering at the plate in front of him opting not to do so towards anyone at the table especially not with how hospitable pops has been. "I gave my child up of my own free will those claims have no merit."
"..I have done things I'm not proud of, made mistakes I can't take back. But, I urge you not to take the word of most variants of me there seem to be a large number who have fallen for Bill's tricks and believe him to be good." That dimension must've slipped past him during his travels researching 2d dimensions.. Intresting "Don't be distracted by her frankly adorable nature that 'mutt', Valarie, is still extremely dangerous. She had a concerning incident somewhat recently but, despite that, I don't recommend hurting or killing her. She's being kept calm as of now and isn't much of a direct threat but I'm sure that could change under the right conditions"
[The cowboy frowns and sinks in his seat...]
... I had a dream 'bout a mudpuppy when I were a kid... Crazy coinky-dink. Cute critters.
Inchrestin'... Shifty too, 'course. I mostly want ter know... If there's anythin' their families wanted them ter know before I got 'em.
[The cowboy looks like he wants to melt into his seat and disappear.]
... I wanna come.
He can go. I'm sorry 'bout yer kid, hope that ain't hurt too bad ta be talkin' 'bout right now. Yain't gotta say more, I cain't imagine how bad that feels...
... So... I cain trust'ja, but it's good I din't shoot 'er? ... Is whoever's watchin' her ready ta kill her when she get's dang'rus again, though? If yer right about her, then... It ain't possible fer a Bill ta ever stay good... So why spare her? Let 'er die good. Mercy killin'. It's what I'd want if I were 'un.
[Pops and Shifty exchange glances, both gritting their teeth. Ouughh buddy don't say that..]
"Fascinating. Do you recall anything strange about the dream? They aren't always fabricated purely from imagination"
"I'll be sure to ask on your behalf. If the families knew of the care of which you've provided their children I'm sure they'd be wanting to thank. The axolotl seems to have reign over the deceased but I'm unsure of the extent of their reach"
Hench watches Cowboy with great interest. Look at him go, become one with the seat. "Than I'll have to go over the details with you later. It shouldn't be a dangerous task.. the axolotl isn't known for being a violent force."
"It doesn't feel bad at all. I'm sturdy in my belief, I did the right thing." It stings. He regrets it often. Her safety keeps him up at night yet it seems the consensus is that he himself is the danger he's so wary of. That keeps him up as well. Imagining what it is people could possibly think he's capable of. Is even his trust in himself misplaced-!? It's a headache he'd like to forget for the time being.. especially infront of such nice company.
"It's complicated.. love and care can often be misplaced and well, once you care about someone you'll do all you can to help them. The one watching over her wants her to be good, they want to help her, and they most certainly don't want her dead. Wilhelm's strong however.. I trust him to handle the situation"
... Well, it were lookin' real hungry, so I fed the li'l guy an' watched it swim fer a while ta make sure nothin' took it's food or tried ta eat it. Nothin' more'n that. So... Not particle'y strange.
... Hang on, are you saying this axle-ottle--- Er, the... Axolotl, is the grim reaper or something? And it's somehow tied ta this Mudpuppy thing?
No, that'd be my friend Wilhelm... He's death, I think?
[Shifty's mouth hangs agape. WHAT..???]
... I can handle danger, anyhow. Not right now you can't. !
[Pops stares at Hench sympathetically. What an obvious lie.]
... Right... But... Ah, ferget I said anythin'...
[The cowboy rushes to finish his omelette; he'd like to go back to laying in bed miserably. He waits until he's done swallowing everything before he speaks again.]
... Cain I be 'scused? Sure thing, son. Thank'm, pa. Don't die. E-yup...
Wilhelm is right hench has been called worse, and rightfully so in some cases like he has been called a monster before
... He's dumber 'n fertilizer.

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watching that interaction was like watching a kid accidentally snitch on their parent to their other parent/silly
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[He's resting on a boulder. Curled around the top of it, asleep like that.]
[He stirs with her approach, though.]
[WILHELMA freezes. hes sleeping. dont wake up dont wake up dont wakeโ]
[slowly back away...you can wait to talk until hes awakee..]
[While still asleep, he unholsters his gun and aims it directly at them. He yawns slowly as he begins to come to. Though still half-asleep, he holsters his gun when he recognizes Wilhelm.]
Ah! Howdy-do.
[He stretches and slides off the boulder to come greet him.]
"hhhi. hi buddy."
[GOD. DAMN.]
[He waves, stretching once more, cracking his knuckles.]
... I din't bring Cactus wit' me out 'ere. Sorry. Feller I was travelin' wit' don't like horses.
"oh, thats fine. didnt really..uh, come to see cactus rain."
Alrighty then, howser day? G'mornin'. Good ta see ya!
[He's smiling away. Friend. :)]
"its going good, so far. its good to see you, too. how, uh..."
"..how have you been?"
... I've bin ah'right, all things corn-sittered... I, uh...
[How does one say "my continued existence may or may not put my entire dimension at risk, based on who I was when I was born that I can only check by meeting god," without... saying ANY of that? ... Eh. He won't bother.]
... I saw a big long hole in tha ground a few days ago with tha one who... blew up Richard...
"..ah. thats..uhm...nice..? thought id ask, since...yknow.."
[He kind of just. Stares right through him, barely disguising the trauma underneath a blank expression.]
... Yeah. I know. I'd rather not be thinkin' 'bout it...
["But I'm always thinkin' 'bout it."]
"..right.."
[WILHELM can tell. ohh lordy.]
[they just kinda..go quiet. if he dont wanna talk about it, rhen thats just fine, but if he does..]
[He sits in the silence for a bit. He's used to aura farming sitting in silence... But still, his thoughts bother him, and he'd rather talk than be left with memories of the wedding playing in his mind.]
... D'ya know Stanferd? ... Er- whatsisname- What he per-ferred... Uh... Nevermind.
[Question fumbled.]
"no, itsโ you mean..uh...hench?"
[He nods.]
Yeah! ... He says... All of that there Bill Cipher feller are evil. But I've heard others of 'im sayin' he's wrong. But he says most've 'em 're tricked by 'im... And, frankly... It's lookin' likely I might...
[He chokes on his words.]
... I, er... Would like yer ope-inun...
[oh, cowboy..]
[WILHELM takes a moment to think, moving to sit next to him on the boulder.]
"well...in an infinite amount of universes, theres obviously room for an infinite amount of outcomes, right? same with timelines. there could be a timeline where you said no to a piece of food you mightve said yes to in this timeline, and that slight difference couldve changed the entire course of that timeline. thereโ you get what im trying to say, right?"
... Yeah, but...
[He bites his cheek as he thinks.]
... He says even yer doggy's gon' do evil again. Ain't no avoidin' it. No preventin' it ferever. An' if even she's got no hope...
"hey."
[WILHELM puts a hand on his shoulder.]
"hench doesnt know shit. his paranoia doesnt dictate other people's livesโ and it shouldnt dictate yours, either."
[he sighs.]
"hes a smart man, but sometimes hes just....so dumb. valerieโ the, uhm, one you called a doggyโ isnt evil. and sure, shes done bad things, but she thought she had to do them or otherwise there would be consequences. if she knew sooner that it wouldn't, she wouldve avoided that situation entirely and lived her life how she wanted. and you? youre not going to end up evil. not at all. being evil is a choice, and its not something you wanna be, right? nor do you wanna endanger those you love. and you can control that."
"becoming evil isnt your fate, nor is it valeries, and nor is it anyone elses fate, all just because one mans paranoia makes him think thats truth. infinite universes mean infinite possibilities, and youre part of that infinity. not every bill is evil, and not every stanford is good. if I had a bad experience with one guy, and learned the multiverse existed, and immediately thought 'oh, so this guys gonna be a dick in every universe' and thus treated them the same way I wouldve treated him in my universe, would that be rational thinking? or would that be discrimination?"
[He listens, wide-eyed. All he can do is nod.]
... Disrimnation... It'd be... that.
[He's quiet for a while.]
. . .
... I'm gon' tell him he's dumber'n a buncha rocks.
"good. cause he is. youd be doing him a favor, telling him truth."
[He nods, slowly.]
... Yeah. Yeah! That's right, ain't it?
[He pauses.]
... But... What if he... Y'know... Er... What if'n he don't want ter... Talk ta me anymore...
[He's seen his baby pictures. There's no way he's being on bad terms with Hench if he can help it. That man has seen things he could use against him... socially. "Did you know he used to wear a giant bow everywhere?" He'd never survive.]
"hes been called worse things than stupid. ive called him stupid and he still talks to me. youre more than fine."
Oh!
[He nods a few times. Taking this in. Hench knows Wilhelm... So he has a source Hench would know. Good. Goooood.]
... Then 'm all good! ... Phew! ... I wus worried I'd hafta be shootin' myself dead if I were 'un!
"n...no..dont ever shoot yourself dead."
... Well, I don't gotta now?
[BUDDY.]
[... Well, no matter. His family took the bullets from his gun without telling him.]
"YOU SHOULDNT BE CONSIDERING THAT?!"
[OH MY GOD?!]
... But I thought if I were a danger, I'd jus'...
[He goes silent. Oh... Yeah... That's right... Explaining why he thought that way doesn't change the reaction...]
[look what youve done, cowboy. youve worried god.]
[He hides his face in his hands. Consarn it.]
"I gotta give hench a talking to."
[oh no.]
Nooooooooooooooooooooooo...!..
... Er-hem... Why don't'cha jus'... Nnnot? Tell him I said anythin'?
"Im not gonna tell him you said anything, but im gonna talk to him."
... Okay. Thank'm.
[He tucks his hands into his lap awkwardly. His face is fully flushed gray. WHY DID HE SAY ALL THAT!!!!!!!]
[WILHELM nods. ohh poor man. poor guy,,]
"..im glad you, uh, spoke up about how you were feeling."
[He nods. Him too...] ... Yeah... [He stares at the sun for a moment, adjusting his hat to keep it off his face.] ... I should, er... Get home. Pa's prolly worried... I fer-got ta say anythin' befur walkin' out 'ere...
"suppose you ought to, yeah..probably worried sick. you, uh, tell him I said hi, yeah?"
[He nods, sliding further off the boulder until he's on the ground.] [He's going to shout "MY FRIEND SAYS HOWDY!!!" to which Pops will reply "Stanferd?" "No, th'OTHER UN!" "Ohhh!"]
[WILHELM hops off the boulder as well.]
"it was good to see you, cowboy!"
[He waves, giving a big grin and thumbs up.] GOOD TER SEE YA TOO, MY FRIEND!!! [And off he goes, walking away with the most nervously awkward cowboy strut ever seen. Hahahahhaaaaaa Hench is going to be in SOOO much trouble WHY DID HE SAY THAT WHY DID HE SAY THAT-]
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[He's resting on a boulder. Curled around the top of it, asleep like that.]
[He stirs with her approach, though.]
COWBOY NO
NO GUN
NNO
I ain't no mutt.
...cowboy. i think you ought to keep your hand away from your gun.
[He frowns, otherwise continuing the long walk ahead.]
[The canyon is much higher up in the mountains than his home is. The air is thinner up here... Though he doesn't need to breathe, he still feels so lightheaded.]
[Richard ain't here, but other folks could be. It's better if his hand is by his gun in case somethin' happens. That's what he tells himself, anyway.]

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[The walk home from the Grand Canyon is long and... well, it leaves him a lot of time to get lost in his own thoughts.]
[His hand hovers by his gun more often than usual.]
*that cookie has come back..*
hellooo! โฆ decided to come visit you again
*not that he has anything better to doโฆ apart from continuing to hide in the void*
@master-of-puppets-and-shadows
[He's sitting in a rocking chair by the porch, legs crossed and leaning far back.]
... Hn?
[He looks Shadow Milk Cookie up and down. There he is... They met before, but... What he did to Richard's body... He doesn't know what to say.]
Er... Ya hungry 'r somethin'?
*he floats a little closer to sit down on a railing, swinging his legs slightly
โฆ naaahhhh. i just got bored โฆ thought it might be fun to visit this dimension again..
Right...
[He nods, unfolding his legs and sitting up in the rocking chair.]
... In that case... I s'pose y'ain't lookin' ter apologize 'bout flingin'...
[He goes silent. The thought haunts him.]
... Nevermind. Need a guide 'round here?
โฆ oh
*he curls up a little, wrapping his arms around his legs*
โฆ โฆ that โฆ wasnโt a good time for that โฆ not really entirely certain why i did that
โฆ
hmm. maaaaaaybe?
[He lowers his head.] ... Hrm. Well... Cain't change what'cha did... . . . ... Some'ere 'round 'ere is a looong hole 'n tha ground. Deep as ya cain imagine. Purdy, too. Any inch'rest?
well if i was still trusted with time travel, i COULD change it. unfortunately not, though..
โฆ
ooooo that DOES sound interesting. iโd like to see that
That's a real shame.
... Alrighty then. This way.
[He slaps his knees as he stands up, and starts walking towards the Grand Canyon.]
Few days of walkin'. Cain ya handle that?
i knooooow. but i canโt convince anyone that i can be trusted with them again :(((
*he perks up, floating up to follow him*
i FULLY intend to float the whole way, so yes. i can
[His head hangs solemnly.] ... Yeah, well... Ain't that always the way... D'ya mind if I play banjo to pass the time while we walk? I reckon ya don't like my horse, so it'll be slow without 'er an' all...
โฆ yeahโฆ donโt have any reason to either..
*he looks awayyy*
โฆ ugh..
i love music :) may play along on my violin sometimes. yeah. i am. a bit nervous. around horses.
[He's quiet, only taking his banjo out of his hat and strumming to get into the right mindset for it.]
... Well... That's why I ain't bringin' her. And, I mean, I don't mean nuthin' by it, but I cain't help feelin a tad nervous 'round you after seein'... what ya did...
*he fluffs up his feathers slightly, shaking out his wings a little*
โฆ thatโs โฆ nice
*he looks down at the ground as he floats after him*
โฆ โฆ fine โฆ i likely wonโt do anything like that โฆ for quite a while, at least โฆ rarely go out wanting to
Well... [He finally starts playing a song. Granted, it's not a very fancy one and it's VERY old. Just a bit of parlour music.] ... I appreciate that, pardner.
*he enjoys listening to the song, humming along quietly once heโs got a good idea of the tune*
โฆ youโre welcome :)
[He nods, as he continues to play along the way.] [It's a looooong way to the Grand Canyon. He wasn't lying when he said it was "'round 'ere," as in the same state, but...]
*he floats alongside him, pulling out a violin from somewhere to play along with him for a bit before putting it back and going back to floating around looking at stuff, occasionally darting away to get a closer look at something before returning*
[He seems to enjoy when Shadow Milk plays along! He waits patiently for them to return from darting away each time, and he makes a camp every. night. He insists on it.]
*heโll definitely be playing along on multiple occasions, mostly on his violin, but occasionally coming up with random lyrics to sing along with*
*he will also ATTEMPT to argue against the every night camping, but always end up curling up and falling asleep anyway*
[He gets a stupid grin on his face when they add the random lyrics. Aw yeahhh fun times.]
[He waits for SMC to wake up before travel continues in the morning... it takes anywhere from three days to a week to reach the Grand Canyon on foot, passing through miles of desert and hot forest. When they're finally close enough to overlook it, he sits down near the edge.]
Well, there she is. Big long hole.
*they are ABSOLUTELY going to take that grin as encouragement to come up with increasingly ridiculous lyrics*
*โฆ he likes to go to sleep really late and wake up really late. so if Cowboy is intent on waiting, heโll probably have to wait a while*
*he floats a little bit over the edge of it, looking down*
โฆ you know, for some reason i thought you meant a bottomless pit, but this is REALLY fun to see too :)
[If the lyrics get silly enough, he may eventually cackle.]
... Yup. Sure is. I think I've seen some deer down 'ere when I first saw it. Ya see the river goin' along the whole way? I'm wondrin' if I could swim in that there water. Prolly not...
*heโs definitely going to get as silly as he can with the lyrics*
mhm! that does look like a fun river to swim in.. and you LIKELY could. if you got down there
Ahuh... Quite the hike down. Ya thinkin' the rapid water's safe?
VERY quick dive down, though. and that could also be fun..
hmm, well thereโs gonna be parts of the river that ARENโT rapids..
And painful.
[He scratches his chin.]
... By the waterfall, maybe?
itโs only painful if you let yourself hit the ground. which i do NOT intend to do
*he tilts his head slightly*
yes, that would work.
... Well, I cain't fly, so I'll be hikin' my way down. See ya at tha falls, pardner.
[He starts walkin'...]
โฆ not being able to fly sound so boring. see you down there, pal
*he floats off towards the falls and goes a bit higher, then folds his wings close against himself and dives down towards the water, pulling up before he crash lands. yeah, heโs just going to be goofing off until the other catches up to him*
[He nods, making his way down any path that seems walkable, climbing down when it ain't.]
[After a while, a LOOONG while, he reaches the bottom and walks along the side of the river to reach the waterfall.]
*heโs started adding in some shapeshifting shenanigans into his goofiness, so there is currently a roughly horse-sized black dragon diving down and into the river before flying up to dive down again*
[He looks somewhat amazed... while not saying anything, and keeping his face obscured...]
... Issat you?
*the dragon grins, looking VERY happy with himself*
of COURSE itโs me!
[His eye is wide.]
Wowza. That's real neat.
*the dragon lifts its head higher, wings going back slightly to show off the sparkling silver scales on their bottoms. the cookie is having fun showing offโฆ*
i am MOST impressive, i know >:)
Nnyup. Sure are.
[He walks closer to the water, removing a glove and sticking his hand in.]
... Hrm...
MHM! :)
*he wanders over next to the water to stick his head in it and โฆ oh, okay.. he has, for unknown reasons, decided it would be fun to turn into a fish and swim down deeper into the river*
[He watches curiously... and after a while, takes off his extra layers to fold them up neatly together by the river, and dives in after Shadow Milk, though careful never to go too far from where the water is relatively calm.]
*heโs switched forms to a small blue octopus to crawl around on the bottom of the river, though after a bit, he goes back up towards the surface and goes back to his normal form, wings spread out*
[He watches curiously, holding his breath though he doesn't need it. Suppose he never learned that... He follows Shadow Milk to the surface and gasps for air.]
... Well naow, weren't that a fun adven'sure! ... I ain't s'pose I know much better spots'n this 'round 'ere, so...
*he flaps his wings a bit to get them thoroughly wet, looks like heโs enjoying himself*
โฆ it has been pretty fun :))
Yeeup! ... I should prolly be makin' my way home ter my paw now, though.
[He climbs out of the water, grabbing his folded-up clothes.]
... Have a good 'un, awright?
alrightt
*he floats up out of the water and shakes himself off, almost certainly splashing Cowboy a bit in the process*
โฆ โฆ โฆ you too, pal
[He pauses as he's splashed- looks like all his clothes got wet anyways.]
Thank'm. See ya, if y'ever come back. Wait- Now that I think 'bout it...
[He considers also guiding Shadow Milk Cookie to the petrified forest... But decides against it. Too far. He ain't walkin' hundreds more miles when his family's worried, no sir.]
... I ain't walkin' ya there, but if ya go that way- [He points in the direction of the petrified forest] -there's a buncha colorful rocks n' such that look kinda like stumps. It's real far out though.
โฆ heh โฆ that does sound interesting, i may go check those out :)
*his readjusts his wings a lot, having trouble getting them in a comfortable posistion with them so wet*
G'luck, pardner.
[He watches, sighing.]
... D'ya want help gettin' back out on foot?
nahh. i donโt need any help out of here. just debating if i wanted to stay here for a bit and dry off before trying to find that place
[He nods, donning his hat and tipping it before he returns to the walls of the canyon to climb up.]
*that cookie has come back..*
hellooo! โฆ decided to come visit you again
*not that he has anything better to doโฆ apart from continuing to hide in the void*
@master-of-puppets-and-shadows
[He's sitting in a rocking chair by the porch, legs crossed and leaning far back.]
... Hn?
[He looks Shadow Milk Cookie up and down. There he is... They met before, but... What he did to Richard's body... He doesn't know what to say.]
Er... Ya hungry 'r somethin'?
*oh look a cake for Pops*
Time to celebrate you for raising your kids so well
Ohoho! Don't mind if I do! Can I have some? ... Ya'll can have it ta yerselves. Yer both sharin'!
Happy fathers day pops :D
Oh! Is that somethin' y'all've made up? Well, thank ya kindly!

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Hench is stopping by to return cowboys original baby photos and check on cowboy after that disaster of a wedding.. he'll knock on the door
[He can hear Shifty yelling "I'll get it!" before they open the door.] ... Oh! You're that fella who was here a while ago, right? Gee, weren't that half a year ago now? Time sure flies... What're ya here for, Sir?
"Apologies for the long wait.. I've been rather distracted. I wanted to return some photographs to your father" he is actively holding himself back from interrogating Shifty.. his shapeshifter is still actively frozen and hench knows he could get some incredible data from him- "I also attended that wedding.. How's Cowboy holding up?"
Oh! Pa's in the kitchen right now. I can take you to him! [Shifty's polite smile immediately drops the moment the wedding is brought up.] ... Uh, he's... My brother's been a bit down in the dumps since then. He's going to stay home 'til he's feelin' better... Which could be a long time. I'm sure seein' somebody friendly ought to help 'im though. Sorry I didn't recognize you there, I was in the very front 'til I was busy gettin' everybody out...
"Thank you that'd be appreciated."
Hench nods "I thought that might be the case.. Anyone would be taking it harshly. It's a good thing he has you and your Pa for support" he waves his hand brushing him off "I was in the back, wasn't even expecting to know anyone at the wedding, and wasn't important to the overall event. With how it was set up it's no wonder you didn't recognize me"
Of course! Follow me! [Shifty starts walking to the kitchen. Pops is there cooking up some plain-looking omelettes.] Yeah... He's been a lot more quiet 'n he used to be too... Poor fella. We'll make sure he's okay, though. Well... I 'spose that's true... Ah well, it don't matter now. Y'know, Pa and I had a list we were gon' read off when the priest asked if anybody had any objections... A looong list. It's kind of a shame we couldn't...
Hench follows behind them. "He's strong I'm sure he'll be able to get back onto his feet"
Hench chuckles "with any luck you'll be able to jole about it all in the future! That'd be a good time to show off the list. In the end I'm glad the ceremony wasn't completed"
Well... Yeah, but... [Shifty frowns and stares off into space for a moment.] ... That was awful. That man... He should've just gone ta jail or somethin'! He didn't need to die. L'il bro... Poor fella ain't gonna have a good time talkin' to anybody when everybody saw the worst moment of 'is life... And that boy's pa is stuck in the hospital after that awful... [They shake their head, trying to cast the image of the cannon firing the balled up corpse of Richard from their mind.] Anyhow... Pa, some'n's here to see ya! Oh..! ... Ah, hello! It's you! The scientist! What was your name again...?
"I worry that jail never would've properly contained him. He was making use of supernatural elements most people aren't aware of. His death was the safest option, though I'm sure everyone has their own opinions on if it was the correct one. If they were going to kill him they could've atleast done it away from the crowd.."
"I wish I could say everything was going to be alright but there's truly no telling. I'll try to visit more frequently and do what I can to aid all of you with this, though I doubt there's much I can do"
Hench redirects his attention to Pa and offers him a hand "Stanford. It's good to see you again. I have a theory I wanted to discuss with you- along with those photos you lent me"
Anything would be better than killing him... That's never what should be done first, I don't unnerstand-
It's okay Shifty, he knows.
[Pops shakes Hench's hand. Firm grip!]
Ah, of course! I'm all ears! Tell me, do you want some supper? We can speak over the table. I was hopin' I could get my boy up with some grub... He's never stayed in bed this late before.
Hench grips his hand and leans in closer lowering his voice. "I'd like to discuss it away from Shifty and Cowboy if at all possible.. just until I can confirm my suspicions.. I wouldn't want to cause any unnecessary panic" he releases Pop's hand nodding "A home cooked meal tends to make things better."
[Pops nods.]
Alrighty, then. But if this is 'bout that missin' Bill feller... Well, my Boy's been sayin' some mighty concernin' things. He deserves a say, I'm thinkin'...
Yup! Always does. He's always sayin' that's what he likes best 'bout comin' home. I'll go ahead and cook up another 'un fer ya anyhow. Shifty, couldja give us some alone time?
[Shifty nods and leaves the kitchen in a hurry.]
"I'm aware.. it's why I'm attempting to be cautious."
Hench waits for shifty to leave before pulling out the photos and laying them near pops to collect when he'd like to. "I worry that Cowboy and Bill are one in the same. I was excited to meet a Euclydian outside of Bill but that excitment may have been unfounded.. I was urged to look into freeze branding some time ago and I can only assume this was the reasoning as to why. It would explain why his coloring is different.. and the ordeal at the wedding only layers onto my concerns."
[Pops listens carefully, nodding slowly. He smiles at the pictures- he can't help it, he loves his kids.] ... He had the same worries. He was sayin' somethin' 'bout some folks're another puttin' that feller's mind in his fer about a week or so too... Confusin' him. Scarin' him. I dunno if it was just his mem'ries or what, but... [He shakes his head, cracking open a couple eggs. Hench gets an omelet whether he thinks he deserves wants it or NOT.] ... Well- what was yer name again? Stanford, right? ... Well, Stanford, he ain't a bad person at heart. I know my boy, raised him since he was a baby, and ya've seen it. I think... If yer sayin' he's gon' be evil, I have ta ask... Are you sure, with no doubt in yer mind or yer heart or yer soul, that every single version of that there "Bill" fella is evil in the end? Do ya really, honestly think, lookin' at him, that he'd turn out that way? If anythin', I'd take this whole wedding as meanin' he ain't gon' turn out evil, even if he is this Bill feller. He's so heartbroken with what he's gone and done he cain't even get out of bed 'til it's already afternoon... And I know he wakes up with the sun.
"He had Bill's memories forced into his mind!?" Ignoing the vast amount of information that would be crammed into your mind at once the sheer amount of insane and violent activities you'd witness through Bill's eye must've been awful. Especially if it weren't clear where they were originating from..
"To be quite honest I've never sensed any ill will from Cowboy.. I'm not completely sure he is a variant of Bill it's simply a possibility." Hench presses his lips into a thin line. Bill is evil, to deny that is to admit he's been in the wrong in various occasions.. it's also to denounce his principle of distrust for Bill and allow him the chance to twist things in his favor again.
Infinite universes pave ways for Infinite realities.. still he can feel the cold breath of people he knows aren't visible to the public breathing down his neck. "I don't know what cowboy will become. Bill's journey began with tragedy and blood on his hands. Guilt or not it's what he chooses to do after he pulls himself back together that defines what path he'll go down."
[Pops nods, though his eyes are focused on the omelette.]
... So does 'at mean every Bill is evil or not, Stanford? If yer sayin' he could be 'un but still be good... I think he'd find that lots more comfortin', whether or not he is. Think it this way- [He pauses to plate the omelette and slide it to Hench.] If he turns out not ta be, it's fine either way. But if he is, ain't it better if he still knows he can choose ta be good? If he thinks he ain't got a choice, what do ya think he'll do then? What if everythin' turns out fer the worst? ... He's a good kid, Stanfer- Ford, but hopelessness ain't never helped no one.
[Pops shakes his head. What a tragedy...] ... Well... What if yer right? What if he turns out ta be a Bill and will turn out ta hurt evryone no matter what, long as he lives? Do ya expect me to kill my own son over that? Ta give up all hope and shoot 'im while he sleeps? 'Cuz I ain't doin' that without good reason ta believe he's doomed. And frankly, he'd probly beat me to it if he reached the same... Whut's that word again? Con... cussion? Bah, you know what I mean. Just 'cus he killed a man by accident... It ain't enough fer me, ya hear?
What's the chance of another Bill being kind!? It's still hard to believe Trickster isn't plotting anything but, after weeks of nothing of note he's begun to get used to his presence.. maybe that's what he wants To lower his guard.. how evil. His foot raps against the floor as he sighs "I'm.." your what "currently, I've started doing more research into it.. I am certain that having a Bill variant around is unsafe- If his powers act up again it could very well destory everything you and him hold dear.."
Hench stares down at the omelet.. despite how good it smells he isn't feeling particularly hungry.. "I suppose that's true. When all other doors seem to be sealed shut you either tear through the drywall or enter through the only door left. If it were up to me none of them would follow down the depressing path fate seems hell bent on. I was once Bill's friend, I would've preferred we stayed that way opposed to what became of us. I don't want cowboy to turn out like that either but it's safer to assume he will. They're the same person at heart and clealy Bill didn't choose the righteous path.. although if any are to stick out from the mold it'd be cowboy"
"Conclusion and No, I know it's too much to ask of a parent to not only bury their son but to be the one to snuff out their life. I hear you which is why I urge you to keep an eye on Cowboys behavior and mental state.. unicorn hair can restrict his powers if that ever comes to pass.."
[Pops is silent the whole time, nodding along, gently pushing the plate closer to Hench. Taste his omelette boy he worked hard on that.] I see... Unicorn hair... Is not somethin' I can... Well... Maybe if I asked Silas or Harriet to see Richard's old things, there could be some... I'll keep an eye out, anyhow. D'ya think there's anythin' else I could do fer him? ... And don'tcha think it's best if'n he knows? 'Sides, it's 'bout time I called him out ta eat! His omelette's gon' get cold if we wait much longer.
"It's rare but not impossible to harvest.. my niece was able to secure some, some time ago. Although, I'm unsure if any reside around here.. Looking through Richard's things is an excellent idea, he certainly isn't getting any use out of it" Hench looks down to the plate and sighs taking a seat. Alright, alright- "there's not much else I think you can do besides be there for him, I suppose. If you think he'll be able to handle the news go on ahead and inform him"
[Pops nods, sitting down by his own plate.]
Alright, kiddos! Breakfast's ready!
[Shifty runs out, practically skidding into the room. Excited about Pops' cooking! ... And the cowboy doesn't come out yet.]
... Alright, hang on... Son, Stanford's 'ere and he agrees with ya!
[It takes a few seconds, before the cowboy rushes out of his room and over to the table.]
Whut? Huh? 'Bout what? Oh, howdy Stanferd!
Sit down 'n eat first, boy.
... Right. Sorry.
[Pops is the only one who doesn't shovel his food into his mouth...]
... Well, he says yer likely ta be a Bill too. But it ain't guaranteed!
[The cowboy briefly pauses eating.]
... But'm I gon' hurt anyone else?
Ain't no way of knowin', son. 'Sides, ya've got a gun fer a reason.
... Fer gettin' rid 'a dangers ta this world...
... Y'ain't a bad egg, kiddo. You know that. What happened to Dickie weren't yer fault.
[Shifty looks ready to say something, but Pops glares at them. No talking with your mouth full. His gaze then turns to Hench. Anything to add?]
Hench chuckles watching them rush into the room reminds him of when Stan and him were young. Hench nods acknowledging Cowboy "Greetings, You seem lively."
Hench watches the exchange quietly before meeting Pop's gaze. "Nothings confirmed.. I plan to visit a godlike being to get the answers I'm seeking. I can pass along any questions you may have and see if it might give a response"
[The cowboy nods at Hench when addressed... Even though he's clearly the most unkempt he's been.]
... Godlike bein', huh? ... Interestin'. Well- Whose fault was Richard's death?
What're ya doin'?
If it says it was your fault, it was. If it weren't, you have ta stop blaming yourself.
That's a good choice, in my opin'un.
Yer takin' their side?
We care about ya, boy. How 'bout... What I want ta know is, who're ya kids's real parents? Where'd ya come from?
[The cowboy sighs, going to take another bite, but... He puts his fork down.]
Whut's the best way fer me ta kill a Bill?
... Don't ask that fer him.
... Pa. I want ta know.
And I know how yer usin' that know-how, and I ain't havin' it. Think of somethin' else.
Fine... How do I bring Richard back, then?
... You sure ya want that, li'l bro?
Pardon?
... Nevermind. I get it.
[It takes a moment before all three slowly return to eating.]
[The cowboy avoids eye contact more than usual... "Nothing's confirmed", but he still... feels... awful...]
... Say- Some folks were sayin' ya did somethin' real bad. Got yer kids taken away bad, or somethin'. Sayin' I shouldn't listen ta you 'bout all Bills bein' bad. And there's bin another Stanferd sayin' that too... And another, but he says he's still in... "You-clid-ya"? And he's hangin' round 'un himself... I can only hear 'im through a "walking talking" I found, but- My point bein', I... I still think it's better ta stop 'em, but... Well...
[He pauses to have a few more bites, more for the comfort than to feel full.]
... After the weddin' there was 'un who'd been turned ter a doggy. An' I figure... She seemed nice. Real friendly. And since sh'ain't actin' evil no more an' all that bad happened a long time ago fer her... Well...
... Yer askin' if yer sure we can trust 'im.
... Or... if sparin' that mutt's life wus a mistake, yeah...
... And yer still willin' ta end yerself over his say-so if it turns out y'are one?
... Pa...
... Weren't you sayin' you wanted a dog after that?
...
Hench nods pulling out pen and paper to keep track of the questions. "Richard died because he tried to force a fate you never signed up for upon you. I'm sure the Mudpuppy's answer will be interesting"
"He most likely came from a dimension knows as Euclydia. Bill typically destroys it killing all of its inhabitants and leading to his presence in the nightmare realm. If Cowboy is a Bill variant his parents are Euclid and Scalene. I'll be sure to see if I can get any information out of them aside from just names if possible"
Hench stares at cowboy a moment "if you wish to bring him back I'll warn you there are more than likely to be consequences. You can accompany me if thats fine with your father this entire ordeal surrounds you afterall."
Hench clenches his jaw glowering at the plate in front of him opting not to do so towards anyone at the table especially not with how hospitable pops has been. "I gave my child up of my own free will those claims have no merit."
"..I have done things I'm not proud of, made mistakes I can't take back. But, I urge you not to take the word of most variants of me there seem to be a large number who have fallen for Bill's tricks and believe him to be good." That dimension must've slipped past him during his travels researching 2d dimensions.. Intresting "Don't be distracted by her frankly adorable nature that 'mutt', Valarie, is still extremely dangerous. She had a concerning incident somewhat recently but, despite that, I don't recommend hurting or killing her. She's being kept calm as of now and isn't much of a direct threat but I'm sure that could change under the right conditions"
[The cowboy frowns and sinks in his seat...]
... I had a dream 'bout a mudpuppy when I were a kid... Crazy coinky-dink. Cute critters.
Inchrestin'... Shifty too, 'course. I mostly want ter know... If there's anythin' their families wanted them ter know before I got 'em.
[The cowboy looks like he wants to melt into his seat and disappear.]
... I wanna come.
He can go. I'm sorry 'bout yer kid, hope that ain't hurt too bad ta be talkin' 'bout right now. Yain't gotta say more, I cain't imagine how bad that feels...
... So... I cain trust'ja, but it's good I din't shoot 'er? ... Is whoever's watchin' her ready ta kill her when she get's dang'rus again, though? If yer right about her, then... It ain't possible fer a Bill ta ever stay good... So why spare her? Let 'er die good. Mercy killin'. It's what I'd want if I were 'un.
[Pops and Shifty exchange glances, both gritting their teeth. Ouughh buddy don't say that..]
Hench is stopping by to return cowboys original baby photos and check on cowboy after that disaster of a wedding.. he'll knock on the door
[He can hear Shifty yelling "I'll get it!" before they open the door.] ... Oh! You're that fella who was here a while ago, right? Gee, weren't that half a year ago now? Time sure flies... What're ya here for, Sir?
"Apologies for the long wait.. I've been rather distracted. I wanted to return some photographs to your father" he is actively holding himself back from interrogating Shifty.. his shapeshifter is still actively frozen and hench knows he could get some incredible data from him- "I also attended that wedding.. How's Cowboy holding up?"
Oh! Pa's in the kitchen right now. I can take you to him! [Shifty's polite smile immediately drops the moment the wedding is brought up.] ... Uh, he's... My brother's been a bit down in the dumps since then. He's going to stay home 'til he's feelin' better... Which could be a long time. I'm sure seein' somebody friendly ought to help 'im though. Sorry I didn't recognize you there, I was in the very front 'til I was busy gettin' everybody out...
"Thank you that'd be appreciated."
Hench nods "I thought that might be the case.. Anyone would be taking it harshly. It's a good thing he has you and your Pa for support" he waves his hand brushing him off "I was in the back, wasn't even expecting to know anyone at the wedding, and wasn't important to the overall event. With how it was set up it's no wonder you didn't recognize me"
Of course! Follow me! [Shifty starts walking to the kitchen. Pops is there cooking up some plain-looking omelettes.] Yeah... He's been a lot more quiet 'n he used to be too... Poor fella. We'll make sure he's okay, though. Well... I 'spose that's true... Ah well, it don't matter now. Y'know, Pa and I had a list we were gon' read off when the priest asked if anybody had any objections... A looong list. It's kind of a shame we couldn't...
Hench follows behind them. "He's strong I'm sure he'll be able to get back onto his feet"
Hench chuckles "with any luck you'll be able to jole about it all in the future! That'd be a good time to show off the list. In the end I'm glad the ceremony wasn't completed"
Well... Yeah, but... [Shifty frowns and stares off into space for a moment.] ... That was awful. That man... He should've just gone ta jail or somethin'! He didn't need to die. L'il bro... Poor fella ain't gonna have a good time talkin' to anybody when everybody saw the worst moment of 'is life... And that boy's pa is stuck in the hospital after that awful... [They shake their head, trying to cast the image of the cannon firing the balled up corpse of Richard from their mind.] Anyhow... Pa, some'n's here to see ya! Oh..! ... Ah, hello! It's you! The scientist! What was your name again...?
"I worry that jail never would've properly contained him. He was making use of supernatural elements most people aren't aware of. His death was the safest option, though I'm sure everyone has their own opinions on if it was the correct one. If they were going to kill him they could've atleast done it away from the crowd.."
"I wish I could say everything was going to be alright but there's truly no telling. I'll try to visit more frequently and do what I can to aid all of you with this, though I doubt there's much I can do"
Hench redirects his attention to Pa and offers him a hand "Stanford. It's good to see you again. I have a theory I wanted to discuss with you- along with those photos you lent me"
Anything would be better than killing him... That's never what should be done first, I don't unnerstand-
It's okay Shifty, he knows.
[Pops shakes Hench's hand. Firm grip!]
Ah, of course! I'm all ears! Tell me, do you want some supper? We can speak over the table. I was hopin' I could get my boy up with some grub... He's never stayed in bed this late before.
Hench grips his hand and leans in closer lowering his voice. "I'd like to discuss it away from Shifty and Cowboy if at all possible.. just until I can confirm my suspicions.. I wouldn't want to cause any unnecessary panic" he releases Pop's hand nodding "A home cooked meal tends to make things better."
[Pops nods.]
Alrighty, then. But if this is 'bout that missin' Bill feller... Well, my Boy's been sayin' some mighty concernin' things. He deserves a say, I'm thinkin'...
Yup! Always does. He's always sayin' that's what he likes best 'bout comin' home. I'll go ahead and cook up another 'un fer ya anyhow. Shifty, couldja give us some alone time?
[Shifty nods and leaves the kitchen in a hurry.]
"I'm aware.. it's why I'm attempting to be cautious."
Hench waits for shifty to leave before pulling out the photos and laying them near pops to collect when he'd like to. "I worry that Cowboy and Bill are one in the same. I was excited to meet a Euclydian outside of Bill but that excitment may have been unfounded.. I was urged to look into freeze branding some time ago and I can only assume this was the reasoning as to why. It would explain why his coloring is different.. and the ordeal at the wedding only layers onto my concerns."
[Pops listens carefully, nodding slowly. He smiles at the pictures- he can't help it, he loves his kids.] ... He had the same worries. He was sayin' somethin' 'bout some folks're another puttin' that feller's mind in his fer about a week or so too... Confusin' him. Scarin' him. I dunno if it was just his mem'ries or what, but... [He shakes his head, cracking open a couple eggs. Hench gets an omelet whether he thinks he deserves wants it or NOT.] ... Well- what was yer name again? Stanford, right? ... Well, Stanford, he ain't a bad person at heart. I know my boy, raised him since he was a baby, and ya've seen it. I think... If yer sayin' he's gon' be evil, I have ta ask... Are you sure, with no doubt in yer mind or yer heart or yer soul, that every single version of that there "Bill" fella is evil in the end? Do ya really, honestly think, lookin' at him, that he'd turn out that way? If anythin', I'd take this whole wedding as meanin' he ain't gon' turn out evil, even if he is this Bill feller. He's so heartbroken with what he's gone and done he cain't even get out of bed 'til it's already afternoon... And I know he wakes up with the sun.
"He had Bill's memories forced into his mind!?" Ignoing the vast amount of information that would be crammed into your mind at once the sheer amount of insane and violent activities you'd witness through Bill's eye must've been awful. Especially if it weren't clear where they were originating from..
"To be quite honest I've never sensed any ill will from Cowboy.. I'm not completely sure he is a variant of Bill it's simply a possibility." Hench presses his lips into a thin line. Bill is evil, to deny that is to admit he's been in the wrong in various occasions.. it's also to denounce his principle of distrust for Bill and allow him the chance to twist things in his favor again.
Infinite universes pave ways for Infinite realities.. still he can feel the cold breath of people he knows aren't visible to the public breathing down his neck. "I don't know what cowboy will become. Bill's journey began with tragedy and blood on his hands. Guilt or not it's what he chooses to do after he pulls himself back together that defines what path he'll go down."
[Pops nods, though his eyes are focused on the omelette.]
... So does 'at mean every Bill is evil or not, Stanford? If yer sayin' he could be 'un but still be good... I think he'd find that lots more comfortin', whether or not he is. Think it this way- [He pauses to plate the omelette and slide it to Hench.] If he turns out not ta be, it's fine either way. But if he is, ain't it better if he still knows he can choose ta be good? If he thinks he ain't got a choice, what do ya think he'll do then? What if everythin' turns out fer the worst? ... He's a good kid, Stanfer- Ford, but hopelessness ain't never helped no one.
[Pops shakes his head. What a tragedy...] ... Well... What if yer right? What if he turns out ta be a Bill and will turn out ta hurt evryone no matter what, long as he lives? Do ya expect me to kill my own son over that? Ta give up all hope and shoot 'im while he sleeps? 'Cuz I ain't doin' that without good reason ta believe he's doomed. And frankly, he'd probly beat me to it if he reached the same... Whut's that word again? Con... cussion? Bah, you know what I mean. Just 'cus he killed a man by accident... It ain't enough fer me, ya hear?
What's the chance of another Bill being kind!? It's still hard to believe Trickster isn't plotting anything but, after weeks of nothing of note he's begun to get used to his presence.. maybe that's what he wants To lower his guard.. how evil. His foot raps against the floor as he sighs "I'm.." your what "currently, I've started doing more research into it.. I am certain that having a Bill variant around is unsafe- If his powers act up again it could very well destory everything you and him hold dear.."
Hench stares down at the omelet.. despite how good it smells he isn't feeling particularly hungry.. "I suppose that's true. When all other doors seem to be sealed shut you either tear through the drywall or enter through the only door left. If it were up to me none of them would follow down the depressing path fate seems hell bent on. I was once Bill's friend, I would've preferred we stayed that way opposed to what became of us. I don't want cowboy to turn out like that either but it's safer to assume he will. They're the same person at heart and clealy Bill didn't choose the righteous path.. although if any are to stick out from the mold it'd be cowboy"
"Conclusion and No, I know it's too much to ask of a parent to not only bury their son but to be the one to snuff out their life. I hear you which is why I urge you to keep an eye on Cowboys behavior and mental state.. unicorn hair can restrict his powers if that ever comes to pass.."
[Pops is silent the whole time, nodding along, gently pushing the plate closer to Hench. Taste his omelette boy he worked hard on that.] I see... Unicorn hair... Is not somethin' I can... Well... Maybe if I asked Silas or Harriet to see Richard's old things, there could be some... I'll keep an eye out, anyhow. D'ya think there's anythin' else I could do fer him? ... And don'tcha think it's best if'n he knows? 'Sides, it's 'bout time I called him out ta eat! His omelette's gon' get cold if we wait much longer.
"It's rare but not impossible to harvest.. my niece was able to secure some, some time ago. Although, I'm unsure if any reside around here.. Looking through Richard's things is an excellent idea, he certainly isn't getting any use out of it" Hench looks down to the plate and sighs taking a seat. Alright, alright- "there's not much else I think you can do besides be there for him, I suppose. If you think he'll be able to handle the news go on ahead and inform him"
[Pops nods, sitting down by his own plate.]
Alright, kiddos! Breakfast's ready!
[Shifty runs out, practically skidding into the room. Excited about Pops' cooking! ... And the cowboy doesn't come out yet.]
... Alright, hang on... Son, Stanford's 'ere and he agrees with ya!
[It takes a few seconds, before the cowboy rushes out of his room and over to the table.]
Whut? Huh? 'Bout what? Oh, howdy Stanferd!
Sit down 'n eat first, boy.
... Right. Sorry.
[Pops is the only one who doesn't shovel his food into his mouth...]
... Well, he says yer likely ta be a Bill too. But it ain't guaranteed!
[The cowboy briefly pauses eating.]
... But'm I gon' hurt anyone else?
Ain't no way of knowin', son. 'Sides, ya've got a gun fer a reason.
... Fer gettin' rid 'a dangers ta this world...
... Y'ain't a bad egg, kiddo. You know that. What happened to Dickie weren't yer fault.
[Shifty looks ready to say something, but Pops glares at them. No talking with your mouth full. His gaze then turns to Hench. Anything to add?]
Hench chuckles watching them rush into the room reminds him of when Stan and him were young. Hench nods acknowledging Cowboy "Greetings, You seem lively."
Hench watches the exchange quietly before meeting Pop's gaze. "Nothings confirmed.. I plan to visit a godlike being to get the answers I'm seeking. I can pass along any questions you may have and see if it might give a response"
[The cowboy nods at Hench when addressed... Even though he's clearly the most unkempt he's been.]
... Godlike bein', huh? ... Interestin'. Well- Whose fault was Richard's death?
What're ya doin'?
If it says it was your fault, it was. If it weren't, you have ta stop blaming yourself.
That's a good choice, in my opin'un.
Yer takin' their side?
We care about ya, boy. How 'bout... What I want ta know is, who're ya kids's real parents? Where'd ya come from?
[The cowboy sighs, going to take another bite, but... He puts his fork down.]
Whut's the best way fer me ta kill a Bill?
... Don't ask that fer him.
... Pa. I want ta know.
And I know how yer usin' that know-how, and I ain't havin' it. Think of somethin' else.
Fine... How do I bring Richard back, then?
... You sure ya want that, li'l bro?
Pardon?
... Nevermind. I get it.
[It takes a moment before all three slowly return to eating.]
[The cowboy avoids eye contact more than usual... "Nothing's confirmed", but he still... feels... awful...]
... Say- Some folks were sayin' ya did somethin' real bad. Got yer kids taken away bad, or somethin'. Sayin' I shouldn't listen ta you 'bout all Bills bein' bad. And there's bin another Stanferd sayin' that too... And another, but he says he's still in... "You-clid-ya"? And he's hangin' round 'un himself... I can only hear 'im through a "walking talking" I found, but- My point bein', I... I still think it's better ta stop 'em, but... Well...
[He pauses to have a few more bites, more for the comfort than to feel full.]
... After the weddin' there was 'un who'd been turned ter a doggy. An' I figure... She seemed nice. Real friendly. And since sh'ain't actin' evil no more an' all that bad happened a long time ago fer her... Well...
... Yer askin' if yer sure we can trust 'im.
... Or... if sparin' that mutt's life wus a mistake, yeah...
... And yer still willin' ta end yerself over his say-so if it turns out y'are one?
... Pa...
... Weren't you sayin' you wanted a dog after that?
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