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“So, what puppet are you gonna pick anyway?”
“Hmm, let’s see. Eenie, meenie, mynee… YOU.”
“What?!”
Instead of Bill’s blue, fiery hand letting go after finishing our handshake, it dragged me out of my own body. My soul was ripped from its resting place and replaced by Bill’s. Instantly, I could feel the absence of my weight and mass as my soul floated up and away.
It was strange, but weirdly settling. All the weight was literally lifted from my shoulders, and I could no longer feel any physical tension or sweat. It was almost liberating, but then Bill started to go off and do stuff that definitely shouldn’t be done to a human body. But, the masochist didn’t care about my yelling or my freaking out.
Eventually, I figured out how to communicate with Mabel at her show. It was definitely weird, and I had to watch from the sidelines all day as my own body went through it without me. I hated it. I hated every second. I didn’t want my body to be doing these things, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was what Bill wanted, and he got it.
Mabel, though she tried hard and completely ruined her show, couldn’t get Bill out of my body. No matter what she did, Bill wouldn’t be able to leave the physical confines of my body unless she made a deal. Knowing how that went with me, I didn’t let her. There was no way I was going to let my sister risk having the same fate I got, or worse. After countless protests and arguments, she relented and agreed to never make a deal with Bill, no matter what he does to me.
It’s been almost a week now. I’m still just floating around, and Mabel and Soos are the only ones who know that Bill is currently inhabiting my body. Wendy and Grunkle Stan are catching on, as well. They know something’s off, but they don’t know what. Luckily, Mabel and Soos were able to tie down Bill to my bed and said he—or, really, I—am deathly ill. Of course, I’m not, and neither is Bill.
Grunkle Stan has gone in a few times to check on me, and each time he wants to get the hell out of there immediately. I can see it on his face. I feel the opposite. I want to get the hell in there—my body. I need it back. The mind scape is the worst. I can’t do a thing. I get why Bill is evil. I would be too if I had to spend four eternities like this.
But, Bill is starting to refuse to eat anything. That in itself is concerning, considering how much he loves doing everything a human body can. Maybe he likes the pain of starvation, or maybe I’m going to have to watch my body die, and not be able to do anything. I’ve watched myself break my own bones, stab myself with forks and knives. I’ve been forced to watch as Bill purposefully throws up just to feel the motions of the bile and half-decomposed food come back up. I’ve stared at Bill in my body as he spills blood and tortures himself again and again and again.
At least I got to save Mabel from this. I’d do anything for her. I think it might be one-sided, though.