godofdestruction:

Hey dude, it’s a bit late but I got inspired by that other anon, so here’s a little something I wrote for you on your birthday ^_^ Stay awesome!

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“How do you like the party, Sixer? Having a good time?”

Bill reached for the golden statue beside him. With a mouthless grin, he gripped it with his both hands and lifted it up to his eye, swaying it from one side to another like it was his favorite doll.

“Ohh, I bet you’d be dancing to these sick beats too if you were a bit more animated right now!” Bill laughed, kicking his feet in the air like an excited child. “Or not! You seem more like the wallflower type, actually. Stop being so uptight, you big nerd!”

He flipped the statue upside down. “How can I make you dance to my tune, hm?” he wondered aloud, tapping the crown of the helpless figure’s head, and the gold coating melted off the silver hair. Humming, he ran his fingers through the man’s freed hair repeatedly like combing them – it really looked no different than a child trimming his toy. After a while of twining loose curls around his index finger he turned the statue back into an upright position and ruffled the hair back into a disheveled mess, rendering the earlier adorning moot.

“You really need to loosen up a bit if you want to keep your owner entertained, Fordsy.” Bill ran his finger down along the bridge of the man’s nose, freeing a half of his face from its petrified state. Ford blinked furiously and drew a sharp breath through his nose – gold was still covering his mouth as well as the rest of his body.

Bill’s fingers played with his foremost curls. “Hey there, golden boy. Did I awake you from your slumber?” He received no reply aside from another sharp inhale. “Oh, what’s that? Am I making you uncomfortable? Well, I guess this is a breach of personal space if I ever saw one! Then again…”

His fingers pinched the skin over the man’s cheekbone. “You can feel this, but… You can’t feel this, right?” The hand dropped on his open mouth, tracing a circle along his lips. “Or this?” The hand went a little lower, below Ford’s field of vision. “…or even this?”

The man’s eyes widened as the demon’s fingers slid even further down his torso. He couldn’t feel a thing below his nose, but from the movements of Bill’s pupil, he knew where the fingertips were reaching.

His breath hitched and something resembling a muffled whimper could be heard escaping his half-petrified windpipe as Bill’s arm started moving slightly up and down in a slow, rubbing motion.

“Sure, you can’t feel it but, oh boy, if it isn’t going straight to your head. I’d pay to see those thoughts now, bud”, Bill growled, his eye gleaming and intense. His finger slid back up, settling under Ford’s petrified chin.

“Time to go back to sleep now, Stanford. But you’ll be free the next time you wake up, and then…” Ford whined again and squeezed his eyes shut as Bill drew him closer. A black, forked tongue strayed from beneath the demon’s eyelid; every inch of Ford’s moving body shuddered as Bill dragged his nonhuman tongue on his open mouth and over his face, right up to the hairline, coating him completely in gold again.

“We’re going to have so much fun together.”

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OH MY GODHKSDS FOOEY THIS IS SO MESSED UP I LOVE IT!!! ❤ I wonder if Stanford could like, idly FEEL or KNOW something was in his hair at first considering a big portion of the brain had to have been unfrozen… MAN THAT’S SO CREEPY I LOVE IT!! *KICKS LEGS LIKE AN EXCITED KID TOO* ❤

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yOU KNOW WHAT IM ALL ABOUTHJSHJGFJS THAT ENDING I AM sCREAMINDHJdghs THANK YOU FOR THIS LOVELY FIC!! ILU ;UU; ❤