I admit the use of video over text is one of my biases. Much of my exposure to such technology was in universes where video communication is the norm.
[And it's the norm here too, actually, from what he's observed. It's kind of neat.
Bug Zapper skoonches over to him and attempts to burrow into his coat, presumably to find some of that hard candy he likes (as per meme law). Ford reaches down to pick him up with a soft admonishing sound, and maybe he squeezes a little too hard or maybe Bug Zapper doesn't like being picked up or maybe he just really wanted whatever was in Ford's pockets because suddenly the whole screen is full of flashing electrical discharge.]
[That's. Such an old geezer answer, but whatever.]
I mean, I guess if it's easier for you, but I all I'm saying is-
[But she won't get to finish that thought, because suddenly she's watching a banned episode of Pokemon with how much flashing electricity is happening. Wowza. It takes her a moment to realizes what that means and she becomes a little more concerned.]
Whoa- hey, dude you okay?
[This is why she isn't catching any electric types any time soon. Who needs that??]
[He doesn't answer immediately. In fact for what feels like a very long moment he can't move at all because the electrical current coursing through him has locked up his muscles. He can't even let Bug Zapper go, and it isn't until the Charjabug stops shocking him that he's able to drop it with a flump back onto the bedsheets.
Stanford Pines has been through a lot in his long life. There are things that might frighten some people that he can laugh at because he's already survived them once, long enough ago that the memory has lost its bite. But this wound is a new wound, one only a little over a year old, and for just a second there he was back in the Fearamid dangling fifty feet above the ground while Bill sent shocks through him intense enough to singe his hair, What do you think, pals? Another 500 volts?, and his breathing's gone very ragged and his hands aren't nearly as steady as he'd like. He should be more in control of himself than this, and it frustrates him that he's not.]
I'm -- it's fine. Electric types often shock their trainers.
Chloe knows that look. That "I'm hiding something traumatic" look. Believe her, she's been there. She went through a period where that's the look she had all the time.]
Hey- don't bullshit a bullshitter. Are you hurt? Do you need life alert?
[She isn't being catty that's just how she talks.]
[Ford takes a deep breath in and lets it out as a shaky, defeated huff. Yeah, he should have figured that wasn't going to fly. Don't bullshit a bullshitter indeed. He should have known a stoner teenager would be able to spot a lie faster than most.]
I don't believe so. No burns. No broken bones. I've had worse.
[This is the part she could just. Take him at his word and probably avoid an uncomfortable, deep conversation. Those are always weird when you're having them with people you don't know.
But as someone who's had many uncomfortable deep conversations in her lifetime, sometimes they're. Necessary for people. Y'know, to. Heal. Even if just a little.
Ugh, she's too much of a decent person.]
Sooo. Why do you look like you're having some dark thoughts over there, dude?
[If she had just left it he wouldn't have been surprised. They're... acquaintances, he'd say? Certainly they're not at the point where she could feel obligated to probe. And yet, she is anyway. Is she genuinely concerned about him?
That's... kind of touching.
And anyway he's already tried burying all his issues as deep as he can and ignoring them, and he knows where that leads him and he knows it's not a good place. Now isn't really the time he would have liked to have this out but here they are, and she's asking, and maybe he can try that thing where he extends trust instead of just assuming he'll get burned as a matter of course. He still can't meet her eyes, though.]
I said I've had worse. The last time it wasn't accidental.
[Sometimes she's really too nice for her own good. She's fully aware that she could've just slipped out of this interaction, but it's true. She's asking. If she doesn't, she'd feel bad knowing he'd probably have a sleepless night and dwell on whatever he's looking dark about.
She's been there. It sucks.]
What's that mean? [There's an implication there, she can smell it.]
[HhhhhHHH he didn't want to have to say it plainly but she sure is making it difficult not to. Ford can usually brush off the horrible things that have happened to him with an offhand macabre joke, but this is too new and after being reminded of it in such a distressing way he's not in the right mindset to be joking.]
It means the last time I had that much electricity in my system I was being tortured.
Now it makes sense. But damn that's really fucked up, but it's not like she hasn't dealt with her share of fucked up in life. She's seen a lot.]
Maybe from now on don't get cozy with a living PTSD trigger? Geez. [Sorry, that just. Seems like a bad idea.] So how'd that happen, were you in a war like my stepdouche?
One of the best ways to overcome a fear is controlled exposure to it. That was just... less controlled than it could have been.
[And it's not entirely Bug Zapper's fault. He's barely past level twenty. He doesn't know how to handle his own power yet. The only person Ford is angry with here is himself.]
You could call it a war.
[There's so much to explain and it goes back so far. How does he even begin to tackle it?]
A demon entered my universe intending to begin the apocalypse. Unfortunately for him he entered into an area with a natural protective barrier around it that he and his cronies couldn't pass through, and I was the only one who knew how to lower it. That was the information he wanted.
[In this case, she's not really sure she agrees with this approach. Under normal circumstances maybe? But putting yourself in a situation where getting shocked fucks you up in the head is probably a little too much in her opinion.
And then he gets to talking about demons and the apocalypse and wow, that's. Not the kind of universe she realized he was from. She knew he was scientific and shit, but- this is news.]
Dude, that's. fucked up. [To say the least.] And you can say it's fucked up, stop trying to be so... proper about it.
How else am I meant to be about it? It's just something that happened, one more thing in a very long line of them. Obviously I survived.
[And that means he should be able to just... not care. He should be able to just turn off the way his chest still feels tight and his hands are still shaking. It's not like Bill is here, it's not like he's in any real danger, so he has no reason to be upset.
See, Ford is old, and he was raised in a household where showing any sign of weakness was heavily frowned upon. It's difficult still for him to allow himself to do anything other than deflect and insist it's not a big deal, because to a real man it wouldn't be, would it?]
I mean she's one to talk, considering she does her fair share of just. Compartmentalizing and coming off so unphased by everything. But she also isn't one to just dismiss shit she's feeling. Not when it's big shit.]
Some psycho freak decided to fucking shock you. Bad, apparently, considering you looked really fucking shaken. But yeah, sure, bottle it up. That's never ended badly for anyone, ever.
[He knows she's right. He knows what ignoring these things does. And he'd like to think he's learned from his past mistakes, but there's so much to unpack and he hates to admit he's scared to start. He never planned to back in 46'\ and maybe that wasn't all that healthy either, even if it had felt so good to just focus on having a family again. Maybe he would have been having this conversation with Stan instead, eventually, when they were both ready to face it.]
I would say that severe internal and external burns and a dislocated shoulder was 'bad', yes.
[Better than it could have been. He could be dead.]
In a way, she's oddly invested in seeing this through. It's.. incredibly interesting, if nothing else. It's turning out to be way more interesting than it originally was when she thought it was just some weird war PTSD. Now it's demonic PTSD.
She's here for it. It's not far off from the weird shit she's witnessed.
But there's something in the way he says that last bit, something that strikes her as significant. It sounds personal. Does this go deeper than just-?
Oh boy this is some Mark Jefferson bullshit unfolding before her eyes.]
[He told Armin. He told Armin and he can tell her. It's perhaps one of the things he regrets most in his life but it's part of the story as much as any of the rest of it.]
The demon. Bill Cipher. Those days I spent as his prisoner were not the first time I was in contact with him.
When I was younger and far more naive he manipulated me into building a doorway between my world and his. He told me that he was a muse, that he chose one great mind every few centuries to inspire, and I believed him. In reality I was his puppet.
Literally. [Ha, ha. It's funny because it's really, really not funny. The smile he manages to drag onto his face is bitter and rueful.] He could only interact with my world through the mindscape; if he needed a physical body he borrowed mine.
So yeah, this went deeper than she expected. Not that she can't handle it, that would be stupid. But it's a lot more fucked up than she'd originally thought- which says so much, because it was already fucked up.]
Oh, dude that's hella fucked up. It sounds like this guy really played you.
[Which. Mm. She really is having some Mark Jefferson flashbacks. Not really on the same level, of course, but- they both sounds like pieces of shit. But the more she thinks about it, the worse it gets.]
Wait, so you're saying he possessed you? Talk about a serious mindfuck, I can't even imagine.
[Much as it's still odd to be talking about this with anyone, it's kind of vindicating to have someone say outright how fucked up it all is. He got used to treating it as just... something that happened. Just something normal. Something he deserved, a little, for being so stupid.]
It's alright. I had a metal plate installed to keep him out. [He raises a hand and knocks gently on the side of his head. Clang clang. People tend to not believe him until they hear the clang.]
You have to understand that I let him possess me. I thought he was my friend. It wasn't until I realized his true nature that it became a, ah. Mindfuck.
[Oh yeah. That's typical, most people need to get metal plates so that their demons stop fucking around their head.
That's. So strange. But then again so is your best friend popping back into your life and suddenly having time travel powers. So one's weird might be another's normal, who is she to judge. Either way, this man is Bothered by it and here she is helping him out.
As far as her life's gone, that tracks.]
Yeah, you let him when you thought he was chill. Then you realized he wasn't and he still kept going.
[MMMMMMM.
That's a Strong Implication that she didn't mean to stumble into, but here they are.]
Everybody lies. You trusted him, he fucked you over. You don't have to look for reasons to blame yourself.
[Yeah it's. Yeah. It's a lot. 'He's taking advantage while I sleep' sure are words he wrote.]
Then who am I supposed to blame? I was taken in by obvious lies because I wanted to believe them. I nearly doomed my entire reality for some flattery. At least some portion of the blame rests on my shoulders.
Oh, I dunno, you could try blaming him? [Chloe is. Honestly getting kind of passionate about this. It just seems stupid to blame himself when you're dealing with a goddamn demon.] Are you forgetting that we're talking about a demon here? Y'know, the things that are supposed to be hella tempting and shit?
[It just seems really obvious to her. Obviously some Next Level shit was going on here.]
You're way too gung ho to blame yourself for this, what's up with that? It's not like you guys got divorced, this is some freaky out of this world shit.
He was the third friend I had ever managed to make in my life. The first was my brother and the second was happily married.
[It feels so stupid trying to defend this. Hindsight is 20/20 and all. He should have just been content pining after a married man and knowing full well he could never have him. But Bill had been so smart, and so funny, and so mysterious, and had made him feel good about himself. Like maybe he really could change the world.]
I was lonely and easily-manipulated. I suppose he wanted as much leverage as he could get. Once I discovered his true nature and stopped listening to him he resorted to other avenues. That's what I meant when I said that sort of thing was always something he found funny. As a being with no physical form the concept of pain was novel to him.
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Date: 2018-02-15 07:03 am (UTC)[And it's the norm here too, actually, from what he's observed. It's kind of neat.
Bug Zapper skoonches over to him and attempts to burrow into his coat, presumably to find some of that hard candy he likes (as per meme law). Ford reaches down to pick him up with a soft admonishing sound, and maybe he squeezes a little too hard or maybe Bug Zapper doesn't like being picked up or maybe he just really wanted whatever was in Ford's pockets because suddenly the whole screen is full of flashing electrical discharge.]
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Date: 2018-02-15 07:10 am (UTC)I mean, I guess if it's easier for you, but I all I'm saying is-
[But she won't get to finish that thought, because suddenly she's watching a banned episode of Pokemon with how much flashing electricity is happening. Wowza. It takes her a moment to realizes what that means and she becomes a little more concerned.]
Whoa- hey, dude you okay?
[This is why she isn't catching any electric types any time soon. Who needs that??]
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Date: 2018-02-15 07:34 am (UTC)Stanford Pines has been through a lot in his long life. There are things that might frighten some people that he can laugh at because he's already survived them once, long enough ago that the memory has lost its bite. But this wound is a new wound, one only a little over a year old, and for just a second there he was back in the Fearamid dangling fifty feet above the ground while Bill sent shocks through him intense enough to singe his hair, What do you think, pals? Another 500 volts?, and his breathing's gone very ragged and his hands aren't nearly as steady as he'd like. He should be more in control of himself than this, and it frustrates him that he's not.]
I'm -- it's fine. Electric types often shock their trainers.
[It's a weak deflection at best.]
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Date: 2018-02-16 04:42 am (UTC)Incredibly fake.
Chloe knows that look. That "I'm hiding something traumatic" look. Believe her, she's been there. She went through a period where that's the look she had all the time.]
Hey- don't bullshit a bullshitter. Are you hurt? Do you need life alert?
[She isn't being catty that's just how she talks.]
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Date: 2018-02-16 04:59 am (UTC)I don't believe so. No burns. No broken bones. I've had worse.
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Date: 2018-02-16 05:10 am (UTC)[This is the part she could just. Take him at his word and probably avoid an uncomfortable, deep conversation. Those are always weird when you're having them with people you don't know.
But as someone who's had many uncomfortable deep conversations in her lifetime, sometimes they're. Necessary for people. Y'know, to. Heal. Even if just a little.
Ugh, she's too much of a decent person.]
Sooo. Why do you look like you're having some dark thoughts over there, dude?
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Date: 2018-02-16 05:21 am (UTC)That's... kind of touching.
And anyway he's already tried burying all his issues as deep as he can and ignoring them, and he knows where that leads him and he knows it's not a good place. Now isn't really the time he would have liked to have this out but here they are, and she's asking, and maybe he can try that thing where he extends trust instead of just assuming he'll get burned as a matter of course. He still can't meet her eyes, though.]
I said I've had worse. The last time it wasn't accidental.
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Date: 2018-02-16 05:30 am (UTC)She's been there. It sucks.]
What's that mean? [There's an implication there, she can smell it.]
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Date: 2018-02-16 05:38 am (UTC)It means the last time I had that much electricity in my system I was being tortured.
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Date: 2018-02-16 05:44 am (UTC)Oh yikes.
Now it makes sense. But damn that's really fucked up, but it's not like she hasn't dealt with her share of fucked up in life. She's seen a lot.]
Maybe from now on don't get cozy with a living PTSD trigger? Geez. [Sorry, that just. Seems like a bad idea.] So how'd that happen, were you in a war like my stepdouche?
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Date: 2018-02-16 06:00 am (UTC)[And it's not entirely Bug Zapper's fault. He's barely past level twenty. He doesn't know how to handle his own power yet. The only person Ford is angry with here is himself.]
You could call it a war.
[There's so much to explain and it goes back so far. How does he even begin to tackle it?]
A demon entered my universe intending to begin the apocalypse. Unfortunately for him he entered into an area with a natural protective barrier around it that he and his cronies couldn't pass through, and I was the only one who knew how to lower it. That was the information he wanted.
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Date: 2018-02-16 06:10 am (UTC)And then he gets to talking about demons and the apocalypse and wow, that's. Not the kind of universe she realized he was from. She knew he was scientific and shit, but- this is news.]
Dude, that's. fucked up. [To say the least.] And you can say it's fucked up, stop trying to be so... proper about it.
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Date: 2018-02-16 06:18 am (UTC)[And that means he should be able to just... not care. He should be able to just turn off the way his chest still feels tight and his hands are still shaking. It's not like Bill is here, it's not like he's in any real danger, so he has no reason to be upset.
See, Ford is old, and he was raised in a household where showing any sign of weakness was heavily frowned upon. It's difficult still for him to allow himself to do anything other than deflect and insist it's not a big deal, because to a real man it wouldn't be, would it?]
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Date: 2018-02-16 06:28 am (UTC)[God.
I mean she's one to talk, considering she does her fair share of just. Compartmentalizing and coming off so unphased by everything. But she also isn't one to just dismiss shit she's feeling. Not when it's big shit.]
Some psycho freak decided to fucking shock you. Bad, apparently, considering you looked really fucking shaken. But yeah, sure, bottle it up. That's never ended badly for anyone, ever.
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Date: 2018-02-16 06:56 am (UTC)I would say that severe internal and external burns and a dislocated shoulder was 'bad', yes.
[Better than it could have been. He could be dead.]
He always thought that sort of thing was funny.
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Date: 2018-02-16 07:17 am (UTC)In a way, she's oddly invested in seeing this through. It's.. incredibly interesting, if nothing else. It's turning out to be way more interesting than it originally was when she thought it was just some weird war PTSD. Now it's demonic PTSD.
She's here for it. It's not far off from the weird shit she's witnessed.
But there's something in the way he says that last bit, something that strikes her as significant. It sounds personal. Does this go deeper than just-?
Oh boy this is some Mark Jefferson bullshit unfolding before her eyes.]
"He" who?
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Date: 2018-02-16 07:32 am (UTC)The demon. Bill Cipher. Those days I spent as his prisoner were not the first time I was in contact with him.
When I was younger and far more naive he manipulated me into building a doorway between my world and his. He told me that he was a muse, that he chose one great mind every few centuries to inspire, and I believed him. In reality I was his puppet.
Literally. [Ha, ha. It's funny because it's really, really not funny. The smile he manages to drag onto his face is bitter and rueful.] He could only interact with my world through the mindscape; if he needed a physical body he borrowed mine.
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Date: 2018-02-16 07:45 am (UTC)So yeah, this went deeper than she expected. Not that she can't handle it, that would be stupid. But it's a lot more fucked up than she'd originally thought- which says so much, because it was already fucked up.]
Oh, dude that's hella fucked up. It sounds like this guy really played you.
[Which. Mm. She really is having some Mark Jefferson flashbacks. Not really on the same level, of course, but- they both sounds like pieces of shit. But the more she thinks about it, the worse it gets.]
Wait, so you're saying he possessed you? Talk about a serious mindfuck, I can't even imagine.
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Date: 2018-02-16 08:01 am (UTC)[Much as it's still odd to be talking about this with anyone, it's kind of vindicating to have someone say outright how fucked up it all is. He got used to treating it as just... something that happened. Just something normal. Something he deserved, a little, for being so stupid.]
It's alright. I had a metal plate installed to keep him out. [He raises a hand and knocks gently on the side of his head. Clang clang. People tend to not believe him until they hear the clang.]
You have to understand that I let him possess me. I thought he was my friend. It wasn't until I realized his true nature that it became a, ah. Mindfuck.
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Date: 2018-02-16 08:18 am (UTC)That's. So strange. But then again so is your best friend popping back into your life and suddenly having time travel powers. So one's weird might be another's normal, who is she to judge. Either way, this man is Bothered by it and here she is helping him out.
As far as her life's gone, that tracks.]
Yeah, you let him when you thought he was chill. Then you realized he wasn't and he still kept going.
[MMMMMMM.
That's a Strong Implication that she didn't mean to stumble into, but here they are.]
Everybody lies. You trusted him, he fucked you over. You don't have to look for reasons to blame yourself.
this is basically just talking about abuse through the lens of demonic possession so, warning,
Date: 2018-02-16 08:27 am (UTC)Then who am I supposed to blame? I was taken in by obvious lies because I wanted to believe them. I nearly doomed my entire reality for some flattery. At least some portion of the blame rests on my shoulders.
^ very that,
Date: 2018-02-16 08:33 am (UTC)[It just seems really obvious to her. Obviously some Next Level shit was going on here.]
You're way too gung ho to blame yourself for this, what's up with that? It's not like you guys got divorced, this is some freaky out of this world shit.
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Date: 2018-02-16 08:48 am (UTC)[It feels so stupid trying to defend this. Hindsight is 20/20 and all. He should have just been content pining after a married man and knowing full well he could never have him. But Bill had been so smart, and so funny, and so mysterious, and had made him feel good about himself. Like maybe he really could change the world.]
I was lonely and easily-manipulated. I suppose he wanted as much leverage as he could get. Once I discovered his true nature and stopped listening to him he resorted to other avenues. That's what I meant when I said that sort of thing was always something he found funny. As a being with no physical form the concept of pain was novel to him.
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