Precipice Chapter 5: The Saddest Song
Here we go! The angst train is leaving the station!
Warnings for blood, violence, and some…freaky-deaky eerie magical implications.
This one guys, this one got painful. Enjoy!
Ford was paralyzed. No, no, nonono. This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. His breath hitched in his lungs, and it felt like ice was forming in his chest, squeezing his heart. He was caught like a deer in the headlights under the yellow glare coming from his brothers eyes.
”IN THE FLESH FORDSY!” Bill cackled through Stan. “WELL, NOT MY FLESH YET, BUT THIS IS BETTER THAN NOTHING. ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU DECIDED TO BLOCK ALL MY CALLS.” Bill awkwardly moved Stan’s broken arm and knocked the plaster cast against his head, hard. “TALK ABOUT RUDE.”
Blood stated to seep through the bandages around Stan’s head where Bill had banged the cast against it. The sight of the crimson stain growing on the white bandages snapped Ford out of his stupor. “BILL!” Ford yelled, his voice thick with fear and rage “Get out of my brother!”
”AWW LOOK AT YOU FORDSY, PRETENDING TO BE A CARING BROTHER AFTER FORTY YEARS OF HATING OL’ STANLEY’S GUTS! IT’S ADORABLE WATCHING YOU MEAT SACKS AND YOUR DELUSIONS OF LOVE AND ALL THAT JUNK!” Bills grin impossibly got wider, stretching Stanley’s face to the point that it made Ford’s cheeks hurt just looking at him. “BUT HEY, IF YOU INSIST ON PRETENDING TO LOVE YOUR DUMB BROTHER, I’LL PLAY ALONG!” Bill twisted, swinging Stanley’s broken arm over to the one that was tied to the bed. Before Ford could even process what Bill was doing, he grabbed Stan’s thumb and gave it a hard wrench. A sickening ‘pop’ echoed through the hospital room, and Bill slid Stan’s hand through the restraint with a loud, pleased laugh. “OHH MAN! I FORGOT HOW AMAZING IT FEELS TO DISLOCATE FINGERS! I MEAN, A DISLOCATED ARM IS FUN AND ALL, BUT THERE’S JUST SOMETHING SO INTENSE ABOUT DISLOCATING SOMETHING SO SMALL!” Bill reached down and undid the restraints around Stan’s ankles, before throwing the thin hospital sheet and Mabel’s beautiful gift to the floor. He swung around, hanging Stan’s legs off the side of the bed, and threw his arms out as best he could, tugging the IV lines taught. “COME GIVE YOUR BROTHER A HUG SIXER! WE BOTH KNOW YOU WANT TO!”
Ford took a step back, mind racing. “This is a trick! Enough of your games Cipher! Leave me in peace!” This was all a dream. That was the only situation that made sense. Ford must have fallen asleep in that chair, and left himself open, vulnerable to Cipher and his power over the Mindscape. That had to be what was happening. Ford knew that Stan would never fall for Bill’s tricks and flattery.