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sophelisticated · 2 months ago

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Okay, this is it folks, I’m actually going insane

Since the amazing @sunnihope is super sweet and super kind I decided to make a comic AND a fanfic! 2 in one, eh?

AAANYWAY!! I had a lot of fun writing this 1.8k short story!! It’s probably one of my best yet! Super proud of this one. Semi-proofread lol.

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Bill lays on the grass. The simulated grass. The grass that feels so real, yet, fake. Just like his dreams. Can he really get out of this shithole? Every moment in this place is grinding on his sanity and, more importantly, his nerves. He is vaguely aware of the therapist coming up to him. He wonders dully if he could rip her to pieces, use her head on his throne when he gets out of here. She would just be another body for his inevitable-

“Bill?” The therapist calls sweetly. Too sweetly. It sickens him like a stomach ache. He probably is sick. Sick in the head, maybe.

He tears himself from his spiraling as if tearing a rat from a glue trap. Bill trails his gaze to the (dumb, stupid, moronic) therapist. Screw her and her insensitive to fix everything. He’s fine on his own, god dammit. He’s been sent to the wellness cell hundreds of times because of her. Stupid, stupid.

“You haven’t found a partner, again?” The therapist coos, and Bill imagines he hears sarcasm. He makes a noncommittal grunt, rolling his eye. “Surprise, surprise. Can you go bother someone else? I’m soaking up the fake-ass sunlight, here.” Bill grumbles, crossing his arms as a sign that he’s closed-off and already done for today. The therapist grimaces, and turns to look around. Her eyes light up for a moment before they darken in thought. Bill acts like he isn’t watching, wishing he could crawl around in her head and poke and pry to see what she’s thinking. Eventually, after a long couple of moments, the therapist (he’s gonna keep calling her that, because he doesn’t give a shit about her name) speaks up kindly. “I think I know of a partner for you.” She smiles, and it makes him want to vomit. She turns and calls for- “Alex!”

A 5’6 human-looking anomaly turns, dressed in an orange boiler suit like the rest of them. She had redish fluffy hair tied back into a small ponytail, and had… an interesting look on the right side of her body.

The right side of her body was made of… something. It was spiky and kept shifting, white circles and white swirls danced inside the black substance as she moved. And her right eye was vertical, with a white pupil instead of a black one, like her left eye was. Her boiler suit tag was 271, which was surprising, since everyone else usually has four or five numbers. Bill vaguely watched as ‘Alex’ turned and walked towards the therapist, the teeth in her malicious grin too sharp to be human.

“Hmm? Whatcha need, toots?” Alex hummed, a curious tilt of her head to make her seem innocent. Bill knew better, though. As they chatted, Bill looked her up and down from his spot on the grass, sitting up on his elbows to get a better look. His single eye widened—she had four repressor bands? Only one was usually needed to repress someone’s power. He’s never seen four on one person before. Just how powerful was this chick? Could she help him escape? Could he manipulate her into becoming one of his henchmaniacs, when he gets out of here?

Suddenly, Alex was sitting next to him, and the therapist’s words floated into his head. “…Alex is one of our oldest friends here. I’m sure you two can get along just great!” She chirped happily, writing something down in a clipboard. Ugh. He hated those things. Always tracking his behavior like a hawk on meth and adderall. As she left, Alex sat with a seemingly permanent sinister grin next to him. A violent energy that auras from Alex that the repressors couldn’t repress.

“Hmm…” she hummed, again, as she picked up the book that they were reading today. Other groups were already beginning to finish the short book, and some looked over nervously at Alex. Nervous at Alex, not Bill. Bill wondered what she had done to gain such a reputation, and if he could do the same. He would love for other good-for-nothings to be scared of him.

“What a stupid book.” Alex’s voice rang through his channels. “Looks like the shit that humans would write.”

Bill perked up at this, his pupil darting to her in an instant. A sense of familiarity began to set in. “You know of humans? Nobody in this circus show knows what humans are.” He marveled. Alex looked down at him, and a wave of nausea came over him under her gaze. He had to control the urge not to flinch away. “Of course I do. I was there when humans first crawled out of hell.” Alex cackled, closing the book with a snap and setting it aside, crossing her legs. “I know of you, you’re quite the icon on earth. Impressive.” She smirked. Bill was taken aback by this. Did the sunlight get a bit warmer, or was that just him?

“Yeah, yeah. I’m cooler than you. Whatever.” Bill tried to brush it off, rolling his eye, even though he was secretly pleased. Alex clicked her tongue. She decided to change the subject. “Humans are… odd. They chant for peace, yet, when their opinions are spoken against, suddenly anger and violence is an answer.” Alex began, “They are fragile. They die easy. And I think…that’s what makes them special.” Alex concluded, opening up the book again and reading, letting Bill sit with that.

“I…” he stuttered lamely, his eye downturned in thought. What a load of rubbish. ‘That’s what makes them special’. Yeah. As if. There are billions of other species that are ‘special’, even more so than humans.

“Then how come you spent so much time there?” She suddenly says. Bill looks at her in utter shock. Did she just read my mind? “No. You’re muttering to yourself.” Alex snickers, and Bill feels embarrassment flush his face, but he quickly rubs it away to speak clearly, and a bit angrily. “I spent time there because they’re easy to manipulate! Their praise and worship-“

“You don’t need praise and worship to keep destroying galaxies. Humans are special. In their own… uh. Complicated and doomed way.” Alex shrugged, and kept reading the wellness book, her vertical eye watching him while her normal one read the page. Bill huffed indignantly. He hated she was somewhat right. “Fine.” He admitted. “They’re special, whatever, blah blah blah. What about it?”Bill grumbled like a toddler, looking pouty even if he didn’t have lips. Alex glanced at him with both eyes. She shrugged again. “I dunno. Just wanted to know your opinion on it. What else is there to talk about?” Alex raised a brow, her spiky side shifting as she moved. Bill’s brow turned into an angry V. He was about to insult her, but based on the observations that Bill has made, he doesn’t think she’d appreciate it much. He, torturously, decides to be nice. Nice. It’s a disgusting word. But, if he ever wants to make allies, he better suck it up eventually.

Bill clears his throat and looks up at Alex, his lone pupil searching her patient but sinister smile. He feels himself speak. “What’s up with your side? You look like you got covered in spiky motor oil with shapes in it.” He asks in a casual, monotone way, as if uninterested. In reality, he was very interested. It was the first time he’s ever seen someone look like that. Alex’s smile quirks up a bit, and she turned her head with a hum. “Oh, my whole body is made of the infection. I just make myself look half-humans so others can stomach looking at me.” “So you can transform?” He asked immediately after, his eye widening with possibilities. Alex shrugged. “Sure, I can. I can also copy voices. I wonder…” she trailed off, and looked at Bill in an odd way. He was suddenly hyper aware of how tight his prison suit was.

Alex opened her mouth again, and spoke, in his voice; “Testing, testing. Hey, is this thing workin’?” Alex tittered in his voice, speaking almost perfectly in his tone and manner. Bill was, in a lack of other words, stunned. This opened up a new realm of possibilities. Though, this also meant Alex could be a threat. If Alex said something, in his voice, that could warrant a therapist’s intervention, that could mean another couple hours in the ‘wellness cell’, which was a cell that bad patients went to when they got too ‘rowdy’. He’s very familiar with that damn cell, and he would rather tear his eye out than go back there for the thousandth time. Bill knew to stay on Alex’s good side, now.

“That’s a neat trick.” Bill said with slightly more energy than he once had. “Hey, hey. Can you mimic the therapist’s voice?” Bill jabbed a finger towards the therapist who was talking with other patients. Alex smirked and closed her book, setting it off to the side and shifting on her spot on the grass. “Of course I can. Piece of cake. I wonder how many patients I can fuck up today?” She mocked perfectly in the therapist’s voice, making Bill chuckle in amusement. Then, a patient nearby them was calling the therapist over and pointing towards him. Alex’s smile turned into a vicious scowl (huh, so she could frown!) and turned back to Bill. “Great. Well, I’m about to get a lecture.” She sighed as the therapist came up with a slight furrow to her brow. “Alex! What have I said about using your copy voice.” The therapist chastised gently, clearly not wanting to cause further argument.

Alex smiled and tilted her head. “Ah, my apologies, ma’am. Just having a bit of fun.” Alex brushed the therapist off easily, and said therapist watched them with an odd expression before turning to write something in her clipboard. Bill caught the barest glimpse of ‘Patient 271, Alex, used their copy-voice today. Requesting time in the wellness-‘ and he couldn’t catch anymore. Bill narrowed his eye. So they planned something for Alex, simply for… what, joking around? Kind of stupid, he personally thought. But then a new therapist, one he didn’t recognize (ooh, fresh meat) announced the end of the wellness activity, and everyone was being sent back to their cells. Alex smiled, her grin a bit kinder than usual. “Nice meeting you Bill. I’m gonna get locked back down in Cell Block X. Maybe sometime we can chat it up during dinner.” Alex patted his top hat playfully and giggled with Bill waved her off with a huff.

Bill was lost in thought again as he felt himself being herded like sheep by the therapists. Cell block X? That was the place for the worst of the worst inmates. It was a miracle she wasn’t kept down there permanently. Bill supposed her polite but charming behavior kept her out of trouble. He eye-grins to himself. Game sees game, he understands her tactic, and he respects it.

Let’s just hope he can do the same.

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sophelisticated · 3 months ago

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Me when… the brain rot

If Bapple likes this I will cry tears of joy

Fanfic of a fanfic about The Therapist by @bapple117 !! GO READ IT NEOW ❤️

This is not proofread and I am thundercunting this at you at maximum speeds

I made this half asleep if it’s bad blame it on the hat man

This is me and my mom meeting Birch, yes I included my mom she’s so cool

SPOILERS!

EAT THIS SIGMA MEAL

1750 words is crazy

Reference for what my mom and I look like vvv

Me My mom

You thought you were gonna have another normal summer, full of mysteries and surprises like the usual from the Pine’s family.

And today wouldn’t disappoint.

An excited tug on your sleeve makes you look up from a particularly interesting book you picked up in Ford’s library. Mabel’s bright eyes greet you when you look over, and you find a soft smile curving your lips at her excited expression. She clearly can’t hold in her excitement as she speaks. “I… I made a new friend!! She lives here in Gravity Falls and she’s super cool she has a snake and she says it’s a ball python and she always wears these really wacky-“ “Mabel, remember to breathe.” You remind with amused laughter bubbling in your throat. Mabel makes a comically loud inhale, her chest puffing up before continuing, “-And she’s coming over today and we have to make sure everything is PRETTY!” She shouts the last words with determination, gesturing outward towards the living room enthusiastically prove her point. You laugh, why was she so determined to make a good impression? You wonder if she was like this when making friends with Candy and Grenda.

“Mabel, come on. I’m sure your friend won’t mind at all.” You try to say, using a book to, very gently, bonk her on head for her silliness. Mabel huffs and crosses her arms, looking a little miffed that you weren’t immediately in on her idea. “Come on! She’s friends with Wendy, and she’s like, super cool! Impressions are everything.” Mabel unfolded her arms to make a rainbow motion with her hands, and your eyebrows raise in realization. Ah. She wants to get along with the older kids and not look bad. A bit like Dipper would be. But there’s something you’re wondering that doesn’t add up.

“Mabel, you’ve never been like this with Wendy. What’s the difference?” You say with a concerned look, worried that Mabel wasn’t acting like herself. She looked away, and gently rubbed at her arm in clear anxiety. “I don’t know… her mom’s coming over too, and I just want things to look good, cause she’s really cool.” She muttered in a solemn way. You purse your lips in understanding and gently put a hand on her shoulder, empathetic and friendly. “Hey, I’m sure that if they didn’t like you, they wouldn’t be your friend right now. They’re still sticking around, and I’m sure they’ll stick around for an only slightly messy house.” You booped her nose to try and cheer her up, and it seemed to work, a small smile on her face. Mabel nodded. “Yeah… I guess you’re right. Thanks, Birch.” You smile back at her and with her excitement back, she skipped into the hallway before stopping to say something she must’ve forgot. “They’re coming in like, 5 minutes, by the way.” She grinned cheekily. You startle, not prepared to meet a 16 year old and their mother so suddenly. But you get up and close the book, leaving it on the table with a laugh. “And you wanted to clean the whole house in five minutes?” You splutter, laughing from her nonsense. Mabel blushed in slight embarrassment before they both heard a knock on the door. “I’ll get it!!” She practically screamed in enthusiasm as she bounded down the hallway.

Meeting the Rubins wasn’t as bad as you thought it might’ve went. It was a 16 year old girl with anxiety and ADHD clear as day, from observing how she slightly stuttered and looked at anything that would minorly divert her attention. She introduced herself as Sophia. She was a 5’7 girl with short and fluffy dirty brown hair, in a short shaggy haircut that went to her shoulders. She wore a casual white baggy t-shirt and some low-rise black jeans with a black hoodie to add. And you were slightly startled to find that, yes, she did have a ball python, a brown and red one, because it was wrapped lazily around her neck the entire introduction. She wore fingerless gloves that went all the way up to her elbow, which was an odd fashion choice, but you didn’t question it.

Her mother was striking for her old age, 43. She introduced herself as Dana. A 5’9 woman with beautiful brown hair so dark you could say it’s black, her eyes also an earthy brown. She wore a causal blue t-shirt and tight blue jeans, with some wolf earrings and a pomegranate necklace. When you complimented it, she had thanked you and explained it was a reminder of Persephone, the Greek goddess. You didn’t mind, humans had their own ideologies that you found fascinating, which is why you would never tell anyone about the Axolotl.

You invited them in politely, inviting them to sit at the table in the living room. Ford and Stan were out having lunch together, having some bonding time, but they would be back soon. You hoped they wouldn’t mind the new company in their house. You, kindly, made some tea for both Sophia and Dana—black tea for Dana and some vanilla for Sophia. Sophia originally wanted black, but Dana shushed her, gently reminding ‘you can’t have coffee, baby’ to her, and she asked for Vanilla instead without argument.

So now you all sat together, making idle chatter with the mother. The subject had just shifted to working, and Dana spoke dutifully, sipping her tea. “I work as a grief recovery specialist, though I did work as a nurse for a long time.” she explained, and waited to see if you would respond with your own job, if not, she seemed to be ready to continue for you. But thankfully, you replied. “Oh! I used to work as a therapist myself for inmates. And… a lot of other jobs.” You say simply, trying not to be too cryptic. You don’t want to scare off Mabel’s friend and her mother by spilling the beans that you’re actually not human, and worked as a therapist in a universe where dimensional criminals go, Mabel would never forgive you. Dana’s eyes lit up, and she tilted her head to the side a bit in curiosity, leaning forward, fully invested now. “Oh, how wonderful! Where did you work at, if it’s okay to ask?” She smiled kindly. You were prepared for this, since you know that people might want to ask about your work. “Zendo Health. It wasn’t the best place, but, I made it work.” You nod fondly, as if remembering your time there. Your lying seemed to work, and Dana hummed in reply. “Hm! I’m glad you liked to work there. Sophia used to want to become a therapist.” Dana turned to her daughter, which was gently picking at the wood on the table as a fidget.

Dana wanted to include her daughter in the conversation, how sweet, you thought.

Sophia looked up, slightly flushed in surprise before she responded with a shy grin. “Oh, yeah! I um… wanted to be a therapist. But then I realized I’m a bit too emotional for that kind of work, so I decided to want to go for reptile care work.” Sophia’s eyes lit up a bit as she mentioned reptile work, and you notice with a start the snake isn’t around her neck anymore. But you notice her hands shifting to her pockets, so you assume her snake is in there. You weren’t squeamish about snakes, you’ve never seen one, but you’ve heard tales about snakes, which gave you just the slightest anxiety about them.

“Oh! You’re into snakes, Mabel told me all about it. And I see you brought yours, would I be able to see him? Her?” You question, trying to be polite, but curiosity for the unknown was eating at you. Sophia smiled softly and gently pulled her snake out of her pocket.

It was a 3 foot long ball python, an adolescent, because its head was still a bit big. It curled around her hands anxiously as she gently set the snake on the table, and it slowly unfurled, curious about its surroundings. “This is Goober.” You almost laugh at the name. “Goober? You named it?” You ask with an amused smile. Sophia smiled back shyly. “Yeah, I thought it was a silly name I liked. He doesn’t bite, by the way. Not unless you’re feeding him.” She seemed to wince at a memory, but relaxed soon after. You very gently and tenderly scoop up the noodle, watching it tense in your grip, the new human smell making him antsy. But Goober relaxed soon after, finding you as not a threat, and began to excitedly curl around your forearm and start to reach up towards your chest. You feel a touch of warmth in your chest at such a cute little face. “Hi, little guy.” You coo quietly, smiling. But the moment you try to lean forwards, Goober hastily retracted in the blink of an eye, almost hurting himself from the recoil. Sophia winced at this, and Dana looked a little disappointed. “Yeah, he’s a little touchy. Don’t worry, that’s normal.” Sophia reassured your slightly surprised and concerned face. Before you could respond, there was a squeal from the doorway. When all three of you turned, an excited Mabel and a shy Dipper were in the hall.

“Goober!!” Mabel exclaimed, bounding over to sit next to Sophia and look in awe at Goober in your hands. She practically had sparkles in her eyes. Dipper sat quietly next to you, waving with a slight flush towards Dana, and Dana smiled kindly at Dipper, which caused him to flush more. You tried not to smile at his shyness, as you gave Mabel the snake, which she looked absolutely ecstatic to be holding Goober. Despite her excitement, she was super gentle and slow with her movements, and Goober seemed to appreciate that. Sophia nodded approvingly and leaned over to give Mabel a side hug, and began to chat with her, but occasionally moving to speak with Dipper to make sure he wasn’t lonely in the conversation. You and Dana continued to chat, bonding over therapy work and taking care of the little ones that sat next to you.

You easily felt that this family was kind, and Dana was a fun partner to chatter with. You decide to schedule another day to meet up, and maybe look some more into their history. You were nosy, because you were a therapist. Definitely because you were a therapist.

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