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A/N: The song to accompany this is here. It's edited to sound like Bill Cipher.
Being host to Bill throughout the night, there were certain things Stanley had come to expect from the demon. Spontaneity, general lunacy, and terrible flirting.
Tonight he was greeted with a combination of all three.
“Even for you, this is weird.”
A humanoid Bill was gently strumming on guitar that had the appearance of his triangle form, his lips moving around the words to a love song Stanley had enjoyed in his youth (something he suspected Bill knew due to inhabiting his mind). He was managing to maintain a grin despite singing, his toothy maw open wide enough for Stanley to see the tips of razor-sharp teeth.
“Every night I hope and pray a dream lover will come my way,” he sang, and Stanley felt the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand to attention. There was sound that wasn’t being produced by either Bill or his guitar, high pitched and fluctuating, and it was unnerving. “A girl to hold in my arms and know the magic of her charms,” he continued, his voice oddly soothing in contrast to the background noise.
Stan felt something smack into the backs of his knees and plummeted towards the floor, only to be caught by the plush red cushion of a chair. It crossed the room on its own accord with him still seated in it and stopped just short of Bill.
Bill continued to sing.
“'Cause I want.” He winked and made a finger gun gesture at Stanley. “A girl.” A beat. “To call.” And another. “My own!”
As Bill strummed on his guitar, he extended his legs so his feet were seated between Stanley’s thighs, and Stanley went beet red despite his best efforts to remain unaffected by Bill’s coquettish behavior.
“I want a dream lover so I don’t have to dream alone!”
This was going to be a long night.