The fire lapped at his side slightly, the flames coaxing his gaze away from the stars. Frozen, no matter how vigiorus the blaze was, how loud the crackles were. He stood frozen on the spot.

That song, it echoed throughout the space, vibrating against his ribs and rattling what remained of his heart. 'Don't know where...don't know when...'. A light, one of the few gentle warmths around him. A muffled voice, pairs of pink limbs reaching out for him, pink frills rippling about in the cosmos.

He jolted up. Sweat slickened down his sides, a soft warmth switched his frantic gaze towards the tv. Fake, scanlines buzzed up and down the fireplace. His hands were still quivering, lungs heaving against his ribs. His hands found themselves at the fluffy fabric against his body, rapidly grasping and unfurling. He looked around, etching off the sofa until he landed face first on the dusted hardwood.

She lunged, a swift grasp of his sides only to be met with a piercing blue scowl. "What?!", "Jeez kid relax! Just wanted to check on ya!". She paused, a slight twitch crinkling her nose. Her form flopped back in the arm chair once again. Dragging the now squirming angle into her furry embrace. The fleshy ground below dipped, Bill's feet slipping up until he found himself spitting out an eye full of fur.

"Ack! Hey, Watch the eye kid! Thing's not easy to regenerate!". His concern was met with a scoff, the low rising and falling of the ground below him slowing. "The hell do ya want?", "oh you knowwww...". His voice trailed with his gaze, slinking around the room until it finally landed on something...interesting.

"So...what's with the door?". His voice instantly fluffed up into a sickly sweet innocence. His position shifting into that of a bubbly teen girl lying on her bed whilst thinking about her dream cryptid. "'t's the secret display area...that I already told you about", "welllll, I don't suppose you could...?". His finger traced the shirt below onto recieve a ripple in the The ground below. He perked up slightly. "Oh, you freak~", "can it".

The door creaked open. It was somewhat weird to have a lock system on it, but she liked her privacy more than anyone. The glint in his eye fizzled out when he saw the space. A near 360 shelf system hung above, multiple minature apartments and elaborate scenes occuring above whilst a tiny train began it's nightly commute below. "What?", "what? 't's my Lego collection". "I mean no desctructive beast of chaos who you feed your enemies wallets, no screaming pit with pazzazz?!". "I mean I could but like...". She wavered her hand slightly emphasize her point. "Meh kinda takes away from the charm".

He groaned. His back dramatically leaning back as if the weight of his disappointment was about to snap his spine in half. "I mean what about the-". He froze, eye fixed on the table. To the left sat an old crt tv and a few beanbags, a few plushies piled atop them, like a sad alcholic divorciee. But to the right of him was a lowboard, clearly installed to hold her unabashed hoarding of random VHS tapes. But above that was a tank, it wasn't anything to eye sneeze at either. Taking up the entire space it rested on, alongside a few miniature decorations inside.

She already had a hunch that he was going to respond in some way over Mallow. "What. The.". "That's an Olm.". All knowing being be damned. "ok so like, they're related to salamanders and, shank me all ya want, axolotls. Basically they're like the weird hermit cousins of them appearance wise, but they're just damn freaky. They age like humans, they only bone once every 100, I think, years. And they barely eat or move."

His slited pupil turned to face her. "What?!", "I know right! ended up gettin' one 'cos I ain't gotta worry about killing 'im. Also they're nocturnal so I moved him into the corner. "I already know what an Olm is". "Had a hunch, I just like-", "tellin' people". In tandem her tone dropped slightly. Before twitching into a different frustration, she pondered. An obnoxious synth blast blocking Bill from even beginning to catch on. "I think I got somethin' for ya".

It felt like de ja vu. Sitting across from him as they partook in a boardgame she actually excelled at, as opposed to chess, despite her frequent babbling about how morality wasn't that different to one. He faultered. "Glorbax! Twelve points easy kid!", "fucks sake, y'know I can't actually verify if that's a thing or not". She raised her hands dramatically, "a'ight fuck it! We're doin' English". The hedonistic lil gremlin triangle fluttered his eye lashes somewhat. "Y'know that doesn't count as a general interdimensional language", "the hell does then?", "blips of light and darkness", "yeah I don't...I don't think that's a board game 'round these parts".

His eyes traced the board. For all her slobbish and crude language she was, annoyingly, good at this. Almost all of her choices were things he would've chosen in a heartbeat. Maybe it was a cruel punishment the Great Pink One had set upon him. He continued like this for a while, they weren't that different. All three of them had something in common in one way or another.

"Yer turn". He froze, looking up at her, she looked nothing like him. Half slumped on the Venetian sofa that was already drowning in enough exotic pillows and throughs. But at the same time, she looked...Relaxed, she wasn't eagerly asking him questions about his skills or feats. She'd...never asked him unless it was to taunt or compare with her own.

"Snarlet, 10 points!". He was over thinking it, she only hung around him to taunt and mock him for his faults. Better that than some gullible, indoor yak wealthy, playground for diseases yokel. She didn't need him though, why would she need him? She said it herself, they were near perfect inversions of each other and then some. He already knew what it was though, and yet, it still bothered him.

"Ughhh. S'rry I keep gettin' turned on by the architeque outside". He paused. "I mean it's alright...", "You ain't see the fun shit here though". This piqued his curiosity. He'd already seen the tiger headed butler and

She wasn't wrong, she knew this because how anyone would pass up an Elizibethan manor complete with a mix of tropical Amazon rainforest, Indian jungle and Alice in God damn Wonderland was beyond her. That being said she kept this place as a treat, Anymore time spent here it wouldn't have the same whimsical feel.

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