˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗

Lemmay tale ya sum. Wallago racoon ex-wife done dragged in this carcass from o'er yonder. Ain't never seen nothin' like it. Redder'n santie claus, shredded ta pieces. . . An' I heard this 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, just a'laughin' and I thought, oh law I'm a'hearin' thangs again. I cain't +

Truth be told, Fiddleford didn't 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 to talk. But he had enough foresight to keep from risking relapse. (He couldn't do that to everyone. 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.) There was a long hesitation wherein Fiddleford considered, before stepping aside — his glare only ever +

Yes, he was an adult who could make his own decisions. He was a man who 𝘩𝘢𝘥 made his decisions — poorly, selfishly, and to disastrous consequences. But with Bill, there was no choice, other than how to cope. Like a flood or a tornado, the demon was closer to a force of +

The bitterness was not lost on Fiddleford, but it was 𝘣𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. He could not help but wonder what precisely Bill was so sour about. Was it that the in the end, the world wasn't plunged into hellfire and chaos, as was his plan? Or was there some new issue? +