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FauxCode - Original Self Insert OC based off of the writer of the book series called The Stain Glass Church and the Journal Writer of the lost entries for dimension The Stain Glass Church resides in.

A author’s words are typically taken in stride as someone uses a name that is faux. A name that someone would never call them or a name that is not true.  So when the name is used as a gift or   as a form of protection other’s may think how rude. Dimensions. Demons. Journals. Now here I live in Gravity Falls, Oregon. Safe and sound from the crude reality that my words are strong and true. I have birthed and created due to my hands. I have written about creatures and death that have actually happened. You may call me William Lee Kade. I prefer that over my true name that most shall not know. Knowing my name means you have power over me and I would rather prefer that you didn’t.

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    ▰ A sigh left them as they held one of  their journals. Temptation to rip out the pages  growing.  ▰

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▰ Their grip tightened. William. It was always WILLIAM. Never another name that they went by when dealing with people like Dark. Never fading. They didn’t allow themselves to falter. Nor fall. They were braver then this. They wanted to punch him in the face. They wanted to KNEE him in the jaw. They wanted to make them hurt. They wanted to make them scream. They wanted to make them cry. AND WHAT HE HAD SAID. You’ve got all the time in the world to waste. What made him think that? They wanted their FRIEND back. They wanted him back more then anything. In a way this was not Acton but was at the same time. Their jaw tightened.  ▰   “ Shut. The fuck. Up.  “

▰ The words sounded forced. Why did it feel like They were looking into hell. They leaned their face close to the other. Their eyes burning with a hatred that could be rivaled for the way They look at their male counter part or for Albus. Their heart pounded harder in their chest. Their ribs hurting. Their breath sped a little. Almost if on the edge of a panic attack. However they knew better then anyone that their attacks meant violence.   ▰

  “ If you fucking knew me you dumb shit then you’d know that shits like you never call me TACO nor do they address me as any other name then fucking William. I could strangle you right now you know? Or stab you with a dead man’s bone.  “

▰ The words were pressed through clenched teeth. How hard was it to kill a god? Not that hard if you were considered one as well. Not hard when the Reapers avoided you like a fucking plague due to who the fuck you were. They slowly brought their hand to rest gently against the other’s neck. ▰    “ I wonder I fucking wonder if me and Acton’s deal still stands. Have you been in my mind recently you fuck? Have you seen the nightmares I’ve been dealing with you dumbass? HAVE you seen the shit I am doing?  “

▰  A smile turned up now on their sour features. They haven’t been sleeping well. It was clear. Their throat burned as a sour taste formed in their mouth. Their nails slowly digging into the skin of the other’s neck but they didn’t tighten it too much. For some odd reason they had a craving to mark the other. In a way wouldn’t they still be their demon? A dry chuckle emitted from them as they leaned in more. Their lips inches from Dark’s. They didn’t know if it was their paranoia or what but ---   ▰ “ I wonder if kissing you would bring my friend back.  “

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     A frown grew on his face as he was forced to stop moving. That was something about him that he despised- he did always need to be in constant motion. Tilting his head to the side he looked confused.

      ❛ Wasting your time? That in of itself is hilarious. You’ve all the time in the world to waste, William. Is there a reason you wish not to be called by your name? ❜ He inquired with little interest, watching them rise and get up from their sitting position. And to think that this was his friend… Wait what the hell did he just think? The looked at Taco in the eyes as they stared him down, all childish happ- iness fading from them into an expression of just boredom.

      ❛ If you can make me scream and cry, William, then I think we can get along just fine. And you know… I actually came here just to talk to you. Nothing evil or horrible planned, for now at least. I’m just bored. This reality is a lot less fun when you’ve been gone for the majority of it’s development. Many pe- ople don’t worship me anymore, so I don’t have followers to fuck with. I’m not here to-…. I’m not going to do anything bad.. ❜ Which wasn’t a lie. Just cause he was Darkness didn’t mean that he was ALWAYS on the path of destruction and death. Just… most of the time.  ❛ If you want me gone, just say the word. Shine a light my way, chant some silly spell you think will protect you from the unk- nown. I know how to take a hint, but I thought you were better than that. That’s not how he would have you wanted you to act. ❜

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❛ AHAHAHA. You're the one that he considered his friend? My, how he was so innocent. ❜ Darkness tilted his head very, very uncomfortably to the side as he kept his grin, red eyes shining with pleasure. ❛ I would say I'm sorry that you're stuck with me now, but haven't you always? So, T̷́A̛͟͞C̨Ǫ, are you going to try and expel me? Get rid of me? Kill me? I'm oh so excited to know. ❜ He kicked his legs back and forth, leaning forward on the table he had suddenly appeared on.

▰ A rather characteristic silence passed over them.  They had been working on something - most likely coding as their journal laid next to them. Their 2k laptop resting in their lap. They had paused what they had been doing. The words easing across their thoughts. Closing their laptop they paused it away. Turning their head to look at... Well THIS THING. Forcing themselves up they grabbed the small leather bound journal. Shoving it in their messenger bag; they will not allow this to bother them.  ▰    “ You’re wasting my time.  “ 

▰ They responded as they grabbed the other’s legs and forced them to stop swaying. It was annoying. The slight childish antics was something they were not in the mood for.  They left their hands linger on the other’s. Their hands balling up the cloth. Why did they want to smack him? Why did they... Breathing in sharply they stared at Darkness with their eyes narrowing in a form of a glare.  ▰ 

   “You truly are a stupid little bitch aren’t you?  “

▰ When they spoke this time their tone was without emotion. Their eyes locked into the hues of the other. Their grip tightening. Anger filled them. This was HER fault. Albus was summoned due to them. Albus got this due to them wanting to make Taco beg on their knees. AND THEY HARDLY EVER FAILED. ▰    “ I could give two shits rather or not who the fuck you are. Stop wasting my damn time you little whore. I will, and I mean it, I WILL make you scream and cry. And by the way the name is WILLIAM to you you little fuck.  “

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          He didn’t look at them as they handed it to them, and began to work on it, taking random bits and pieces from the lab table and creating a make shift gun like his. Looking to the side out of the corner of his eyes, he raised an eyebrow.

          Did- Should he be offended not to call her Taco? Wh- atever… He would go along with it. Working quickly, in fact just about as quick as he would if he were sober, he worked in silence for a while. Hearing about how A:B’s household was cleared, he flinched. That- The place that started this god damn incident…

           He blinked, looking up. He had gotten lost in thought, and was just staring at the in progress weapon. Fuck, hopef- ully they didn’t notice.

             ❛ F-Fine, Kaitlyn it is. S-Still go by Rick, or D-042…. But… W-whatever. ❜ Was.. Was he about to offer her to come up with a nickname for him? Was he getting SOFT?! He ignor- ed the thought, and went back to working, finally finishing. Tos- sing the makeshift weapon at her to catch, he looked at her.

            ❛ S-So I don’t know how his di-dimension is beyond the few places I’ve -urp- been. So I don’t- I don’t know if he’s made contingency plans. He probably put the com-computer in the bu- nker if he has-has one, or somewhere I wouldn’t think to look be- cause I know he wouldn’t think to check in places I should so th- erefore he -urp- you-you get the idea. It might be a bit to fi-find them. Are the bombs on a-a-a-a-a timer or something? ❜

▰ They couldn’t help it; they forced a smile on their features as they slide the phone away. Slipping their arms around themselves for a bit as they awaited for him to ---- and there went the weapon swaying through the air. Catching it they stared down at it and held it to their chest. Was he actually asking them? Like they would --- ▰     “ I-i-if, if I was them I would say no. The timer would make it harder to deactivate. Why would a Rick install a fucking timer? I mean if he wanted to cancel it and it was on a timer then that would make it uneven. If he didn’t, which I don’t  think he would to even fucking begin with like fuck, if he didn’t then his back up --- like you said -- would be in his fucking alien sex dungeon.  “    ▰  Rolling their eyes they moved closer to Rick. Tucking the weapon in their pants. Her head tilting as they eased themselves between Rick and the work table to push him away from whatever the fuck he was doing.  ▰     “ Plus chill. What is wrong with you? You seemed to stay quiet more then I am used to you old fuck.  “

▰ Sighing out they took back out the make shift device and spun it on their finger. Shrugging they just shook their head. A playfully look crossing over they face as they took off their glasses and tucked them in their pocket.  Just for a bit. They were tempted to act completely out of character and... well say something that always made sense to them.  ▰     “ ... I’m ready when you are Sanchez... And trust me alright after this you never have to see me again ok?  I am guessing... You are ready? J-just I am stepping between you and your lover cause... I got worried k? If it makes you feel better you can yell at me. “

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▰ Their right hand guided it’s way to his pants   hoops and pulled him as close as the young   adult could. A chuckle coming from them. ▰

      “ Well Lil mama is into some kinky shit.. “

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“Anything is possible with infinite universes, Sugar tits. But I –urrp– I guess it’s possible in this one too if that’s what you’re into, Lil’ mama.” 

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   Kissu

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     “ Heh, I have so many regrets.       Actually I would kill for a drink.  “

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Dreams. Demons. They are ALL a threat. WHY do you even trust someone like him? I trusted a monster just like him, BUT YOU are willing to die for him! What’s so important that makes you want to risk yourself? Why him over me?

It’s always going to be him over you Ford. It’s not my fault he came in my time of need. Please listen - he can help. He is... My whole world just like you are my whole dimension. Why can’t you see that?

Listen; he’ll only use you in the end. You can’t just ---

I can and I will. We are no longer children Ford.

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@rickdiickulous && @fauxcode

Do you really not care? If you didn’t I wouldn’t be alright. Just please understand I am doing this for you. I know you care about something. Something you may not even know. Hell I hate people but I like a certain person. And I LIKE you.

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           He continued to glare down at her, silent as he spoke of her discrepancy. Shoot her? He scoffed, but no grin growing on his face this time. The gun was only to intimidate. He wasn’t going to kill them. Too much shit would happen if he did. He continued to look down at them, silent. 

            There was nothing he wanted to say. He didn’t want to explain himself, he didn’t see the need. This was just one of the many, many others that he would run into once, and forget about later. Drink her out of his mind. That sounded like the usual. He listened silently.

         Then she said it. The one thing he couldn’t stand to hear.

          His expression shifted finally to one of pain, the anger still in his eyes, but his actual humanity- or what’s left of it shining through. They were better off without him. He always told himself the opposite. That he was better off without them but- He blinked, the next thing he knew the gun raising with her help to her temple.

           He tried- He tried so hard to look angry again, and glared at them, trying so hard to feel that anger from before. They were- they were infuriating! But.. but they were right…. weren’t they?

          He just huffed, dropping the gun and walking to the other end of the garage, back turned to them, arms crossed. There was a long silence between the two of them, one that he was looking for words. Finally opening a cabinet of what looks like different types of alcohol, he took a large drink of one before filling his flask.

          ❛ My help? What, should I be flattered?……… Maybe you’re right, but I’m not going to tell you if you are or not. ❜ He sounded… calmed, almost defeated. He wasn’t going to tell him what got to him. He wasn’t going to share his weakness. That was something he hid from everyone- even himself most of the time. But now his thought’s were stuck on that… on them….

           ❛ And no, my dimension doesn’t mean shit from you but- fine. Come on. We have what? 15, 16 other ones to save? You’re the expert. We need to go to A-2245′s dimension. I saved it in my portal gun after my accidental first visit. After that, we should be able to find their locations and get them somewhere safe. Maybe you call the assholes and tell them so they can fix this shit. ❜ He sighed, and burped from the alcohol.

          All of his anger seemed to have dissipated, and he was just- going along with it. He had given up. But after this- he wasn’t even going to give a second thought about any of this. Fuck A-2245, and fuck Taco. He didn’t want to be involved in this shit, and he’s being dragged into it yet again.

          Moving over to his shelves in the garage (that really weren’t even his- some other Rick’s shit) he threw stuff on the ground, looking for parts to something. Tossing random pieces at the other without warning, he walked back and began making modifications on his portal gun and the gun he had just used.

           ❛ F-First we need to prepare for whatever -urp- whatever the other asshole has. Knowing him, and I do since he is me, he’s gonna have precau-urp- precautions planned in case someone tries and stop this sh-shit. H-Hand me the m-motherboard Taco. ❜

▰ Their eyes widened. They.. No, no SHE did it. They shook. Their shoulders shook and then their face flushed as heat rushed to their face as they slipped and went to get the motherboard. Their heart pounding against their ribcage. They weren’t scared. Or happy. They felt actually... Numb. Finding the object they ran  over to Rick - and with shaky hands handed the board to them. ▰

       “ H-h-here you, you go. “

▰  Swallowing they glanced away. The feeling that bubbled in them wasn’t guilt. They knew what guilt felt like. What else was --- wait A-2245′s Dimension? They... They have never gone. They knew of it but never gone. If that meant they are going and they had to contact anyone from there then.  Then they would --- ▰       “ by, by the way.... You can call me Kaitlyn.  “

▰ They couldn’t believe this but once the motherboard was actually given to him, they pulled out their smart phone to text a number. Now who they were texting... Well was a mystery. ▰       “ I just told my connections to make sure.... Make sure A:B Smith house was taken care of...  “

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           He glared at her, expression not at all changing from the obviously agitated face. He began thinking ab- out how she had to find him, and how much of a bitch that was. Had she gone to the Council to do it? His thou- ghts were interrupted by her one word, and he smirked.

          FINE.

          That would mean she would leave it alone. Gun st- ill on his side, he listened as she rambled on about saving his Grandson. The smirk grew, and he scoffed. That wasn’t it, not at all. Maybe deep down he really did care, but not that they would die. That would just mean less for him to worry about.

            ❛ I don’t think you understand why I don’t care, and you know what, I’m not going to waste my breath explaining it to you. If they die, that’s more shit off my conscious. I’ve tr- ied saving him over and over and fucking over again. I left for a reason. ❜ Not the reason he was trying to claim here, but he didn’t think the Rick they were close to explained who he act- ually was.  ❛ So you know what, I. Don’t. Care.. ❜ Raising an eyebrow, he stared at her for a second before-

           N Y O O M.

          A laser shot right beside her head, his expression com- pletely stoic and relaxed, back to the nonchalance that he usu- ally carried. Walking up to her, he glared down at her. While his expression was cold and chill, his eyes showed it all. The anger that a Rick could hide- the anger and hate and sadness all rolled together into a ball of aggression.

            ❛ Don’t test me. I’m not merciful. I don’t care anymore. I don’t have those fucking assholes of a family to worry about, and I don’t have to worry about that damn Council anymore. So don’t think I would simply care over something like this. If you want to find someone who does, go to the damn club that the stupider me’s formed. I’m sure they’d love to help. Maybe even shit-eater Doofus. But I won’t. Play. This. Game. Not anymore, and not again. So. You wanna go tell me how much of a dick I am? How disgraced you are a Rick did this? Let me fill you in. we aren’t all those nice fuckers with a soft spot. ❜

▰ Silence was the only thing that they could think of was why didn’t he shoot them? Their face’s face didn’t falter as he approached. Even after the laser went by their head. Even as they spoke none sense about the damned council. But yet - their eyes burned. They could feel their throat tighten. They wanted to do so much more. They wanted to hurt him badly. They wanted to rip out his throat. They wanted to watch him in pain. Mostly.... They wanted him to actually SHOOT them. But yet he showed something that he may not have realized he had shown. He wasn’t willing to actually shoot them, that it was actually an empty threat. ▰

        “Rick. “

 ▰    Their words came out hollow. As if they were speaking far away even to their own ears. Their head started to hurt but they ignored it. So many thoughts rushed through their brain. So many ideas. So many outcomes. So many wantings. So much stuff that ---   ▰        “ Why didn’t you shoot me? “ ▰  there it went. Words spoken but unspoken. Their eyes not looking at them. Was he that much of a puss to actually not follow through with his threat? Honestly truth be told they were going to do something they thought they would never do.  ▰

      “You chose to spare me when you are so angry. But yet you won’t spare you’re dimension? You claim you saved him so many times and I believe it but --- “ ▰ As a nervous fidget ran through them their hands went through their own hair. Their hands running through the knotted mess as a look of utter confusion passed over them. However their voice still holding that monotone reflection as before.  ▰      “ You’re actions truly betray you. I am at a lost of words. I do not care if you slaughter me for saying this but --- does your dimension truly not mean that much to you? Are you really that much better or do you think they are better off without you there? “    ▰ They didn’t regret the words they spoke. But now they closed their eyes and forced the gun to the top of their head. A hard swallow coming from them. They were giving them another chance this time to the point he WOULDNT miss. This something she wanted to see. So be it; he was actually their only choice in Ricks. They never met the council and nor did they care. It’s like when they ran into their personas and literally didn’t give a flying fuck cause they were different from them.  ▰     “ ..... Plus I wanted help from you... Dumbass. “

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          Cue D-042 pulling out an Electrodimensional Desynthesizer. While not pointing it at her, he obvio- usly looked very, very peeved with how the other was acting. He could care less about the 16 dimensions that were destroyed- his or not. The only reason he cared was to get this shit storm over with. ❛ LISTEN! I’m not being a pussy, nor do I give a fucking shit how all this works! I don’t care anymore about it. What, you think I actually care if my Morty or my dimension dies?! That’s hilarious. Cause I don’t. Let them die. ❜

           He yanked out of her grip, eyes filled with anger as his knuckles whitened due to the grip on his weapon. ❛ If I were him I would place it where no one could go- meaning his dimension. Since it’s unmarked and unlist- ed in the records it’s the perfect place to hide it. Also makes sure that his own dimension isn’t chosen. NOW if that’s all, Taco. I have shit to tend to. Go have fun on this stupid ass adventure, and send my regards to A-22- 4dickface. ❜

▰ That was it. They could feel something knot up in their gut. They stumbled back a little and narrowed their gaze. Their hands balling up at their sides. Last time they were this mad they blacked out. They clenched their jaw and then all at once this tension seemed to vanish. It was an odd sort of calm. As if it was before a storm. Their hands even unballed. Their face of no emotion. As they breathed out their breath wasn’t even shaky. Damn did they hate people.  ▰ 

         “Fine. “

  ▰    That was all they could say. Fine. Just that was it. But yet they stayed in that area. Their eyes moving off of him as she shrugged. The silence was even unnerving to them. They weren’t even going to resort to physical violence anymore even though the weapon he held was not something they wanted to. Then as if it had just exploded they said something else that escaped in a monotone voice.   ▰         “ I hope it is your dimension. I don’t give a rat’s ass. I was just trying to make you feel secure in saving that dumbass grandson of your’s. But eh. And what are you gonna do huh? Shoot me? If you don’t give a care then fucking do it yea’? pull the damn trigger.  “

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