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My laughter echoed out throughout the penthouse.
Ford was just so FUNNY! WASN'T HE?
The way he stared upon me with fear filled me with glee!
I'm done with Ford's mind games, but he isn't with me.
It was our game of cat-and-mouse, yet he just couldn't flee!
Sixer didn't know when to stop, never had he.
He liked keeping things SPICY! But I could wait no more.
This was fun no longer, I hated how he'd bore.
I needed more than one pleasure from the PAWN on my board.
I needed new looks, new reactions, new speech!
I needed his fun, and fun is what I'll receive.
He was acting like those brainless 2D dolts!
He runs in one direction, making excuses up.
My jokes are funny, he doesn't understand the art.
My plan is genius, he's simply scared to become a star.
He's always been scared of being seen, he wanted to be more than just a freak!
So why change his mind after everything we've seen?
Together, with luck, we could have been everything.
His denial and remarks turned me into a deep shade of red.
it painted the SIX FINGERED PAWN with proud amusement.
Maybe Stanford couldn't see the stars like I could, So of course, I'll help him see!
Then he'll surely understand everything I'd ever been meaning.
Just like I showed my dimension. My home, and planet.
He'd see them alright, I'll make sure of that promise!
He'll see all the orbits, and the stars up above.
He will see me, just like his true righteous god!
The room grew smaller between Stanford and me.
I grew bigger, and bigger; How I was meant to be seen.
I glowed brighter, and brighter; Just as the sun was purposed to be.
I laughed louder, and LOUDER; louder than I have, in my entire years of being.
He finally saw a star, and his eyes blew wide. He saw me.
I was ready to become his sun, muse, love, and his glee.
But he lied, and said he wasn't ready for me.
My body burned with anger as he denied, and DENIED.
Yet he was the one who used to sit on his knees, praying at night.
Inside of a room that was dedicated to ME.
What a hypocrite SIXER was, when he had prayed to me.
He loved me like his god, he'd do everything for me.
Most importantly of all, he had missed me,
He had told me he did, right to my face.
That was millions years ago, but I know he still thinks.
PATHETIC.
He struggled, and screamed. But all I could hear were worshipping pleas.
A gift to his god, unto me. Sixer wanted the stars, He'd tell me their names, and meanings.
Every time it would end with praise. "I saved the best for last, my muse." He would always say.
I'd smile because I knew, he had been talking about ME!
I gave him what he wanted, his most favorite star of all; I had saved the best for last, like he did one fall.
Now after all of that he'd refused to be freed.
From being known only as; A SIX FINGERED FREAK.
The room grew smaller, and smaller.
Ford got louder, and louder.
He never knew how to be quiet, or to listen to me.
He never changed at all, through these years with me.
In fact I grew angrier with every fake call.
It was time to take control, become the biggest star of all.
I was the ONE EYED KING, he was my SIX FINGERED POET.
I tore up his rhymes, and spilt all his ink.
I pulled at his petals, and made sure he'd never think.
He bruised at his eye, and choked out his spine.
I couldn't choose the words to say goodbye.
I crushed down his limbs, and pushed deep inside.
Lord how I hated the poet, and all of his lies.
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"Bill Cipher, Patient #323322, you have a visitor."
I rose from my corner, full of red and blue ink.
Oh want fun! Who came to praise me?
They walked me through the halls just like a king,
towards an empty split room, just for thee!
There sat a phone, and a lovely throne too.
And then, there he had entered, staring with gloom.
"My muse, my sun, and God above thee.
I pray to you again, for some company.
Share me your wisdom, I vow to be your special devotee."
Which one shall he say this time after all these years?
Did he finally see the potential of him and me?
Or maybe he came back to pray to me.
He frowned, and spoke up, with lots of energy.
"Rot in hell, you sick work of art."
There yet again, he started another round,
of our game called cat-and-mouse.