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It's been three years or so since.. never mind all that. The kids have grown up, Soos and Melody have gotten married, and the Pines twins have finally pursued their dreams of sailing the world.
No interruptions!
...
...uh oh.
A crash outside by the garbage cans.
Soos comes out to investigate the noise, and comes to find an averaged size person. No taller than 5'7". Yellowish blonde hair with black streaks. Their skin is olive-toned and tanned, a contrast to the orange prison-like uniform.
"You alright, dude?" Soos askes, helping the man up.
"Quit actin' all caring, Question Mark.. you know its me," Bill says back, rolling a singular eye.
"So the work uniform is eye catching!" Exclaimed the low-level handyman, "Melody, you gotta come in here, this little dude just settled our bet!"
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"Well, I don't know what to tell you, Cipher. You simply cannot progress no matter how hard we've tried." A figure sighs. They resemble the Axoltol, an omnipresent being and also the primary provider for Bill's treatment. Also kinda saved his ass from death.
"I don't know what to tell you, Ax. All the therapists you bring me suck." Bill argues, leaning back in his chair.
"I'm bringing out your last option." The Axolotl presses, standing up.
"Ohhh noooo.. being sent back to earth... whatever will I dooooo..." Bill says sarcastically with a smug look across his face, soon to be wiped by—
"In a human body."
"...now you didn't say that.."
"It's true. If you're going back to earth, you sure aren't going like this." The Axolotl chuckled. "I'm going to have to strip you of your powers, and have you learn how difficult it is to be human—"
"...get a load of this guy."
"—all while having to rekindle your relationship with the Pines family."
"What did you just say."
"That's the point of this, is it not?" The Axolotl asked. "You used to beg me to do some magic spell on Stanford so that he would forgive you. I'm giving you the opportunity to fix it yourself."
"That takes too much effort, I know you can just make him forget about it all!" Bill laughed sheepishly.
"I could, but I'm not going to. This is my last solution for you, Cipher. Either this or you're dead."
"You don't mean that."
"You know I do, Cipher."
Bill seemed visibly taken aback by the use of his last name, "...I'll do it."
"Very well, you'll be sent back tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? You must be out of your frilly little head if you think—"
Bill's memory of the altercation ended there abruptly
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He has NO interest in seeing people that he practically tortured (and failed) three years ago. Although, Question Mark and his mate proved to be none-the-wiser about his situation. Frills must've sent him back out of the blue and without warning.
"So whats your name, dude?" Soos asked Bill, directing him to sit down in thr kitchen.
"I- uh.. Sam.. Sung! Sam Sung's the name!" He answered, staring at the fridge that loomed behind the couple.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Sung. Are you a Mister? I think I need to be asking that—" Soos questioned, which warranted a jab of the elbow from Melody.
She turned to face Bill after the silent but clear lecture given to her spouse, "We're very glad to have you here, sir. Do you need help in finding your way back home?"
Bill seemed to be very interested in the sleeves of his jumpsuit all of a sudden, "I don't... particularly have one... but that's alright!" The words stung as they came out of his mouth. He knows its the truth, but in more ways than they realize.
"Well... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to keep you around for a little bit, right?" Soos offered and smiled to his wife.
Melody let out a small giggle, "Of course we can have you around. The gift shops always in need of extra hands during the summer, and Wendy won't be here for another week."
"Then it's settled! It seems we have ourselves a new roommate." Soos exclaimed, "I know theres a spare room you can have for the week, and then after that we can discuss other options."
Bill fiddled around with his hands, but made sure to keep his confidence,"Just don't stuff me away in some storage room!"
"We would never! I think I have the perfect space for you," Melody reassured, leading him down the hall and stopping in front of a normal sized room. Scattered papers and fallen ash scattered the floors and little pieces of machinery and instruction manuals fell upon the desk.
Ford's room.
"So, you like it?" Melody chuckled.
Bill tried to keep his composure while scanning the floors, the walls, the bed, and the drawers. It was all too familiar. The nights spent staying awake working on projects. Their endless games held in Ford's mindscape. Their shared thoughts, and ideas, and drinks—
"Mr. Sung, are you there...?"
"Oh, yes.. sorry... I do like the room. Thank you... Melody?"
"Anytime, please come to me or my husband if you need anything else. Otherwise, make yourself comfortable!" Melody patted his back, and left leaving the door open.
Bill was perplexed on how easy it was for them to take in a total stranger. Maybe Bill looked bad, there was no way of knowing.
He just prayed to the stars above he could keep his charade up long enough for him to have the strength to run away.