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Another illustration the Bonded Fanfiction by LittleAmberamethyst. Here Bill has decided to take a powerful poison in desperation to stop the nightmares that his exfriends inflict on him every time he falls asleep for failing to do one task. One that he regretted going through with it: which involved plunging a dagger into Ford's heart.
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A trip to the bathroom later he emerged wearing the same black pants, yellow shirt, and black vest as he had the day he first became human. He completed the look with socks, dress shoes, his bow tie and top hat. Those last two trinkets that were always a part of him made him feel like himself once more.

Gold eyes landed on the vial. With the poison in hand he made his way over to the bed and sat upon the mattress of adequate comfort. He brought the glass to his lips and tilted it back. The scent only encouraged him to drink. From what he heard it tasted like candy.

The liquid slipped over his tongue. He swallowed the entirety of the gift and let the container fall on the nightstand. He laid down on the pillow. His eyes took in the scenery of the less than satisfactory room. What a shame that his last moments would be spent in a place so unappealing.

With a smile he shut his eyes for the last time.

Soon it would all be over.

Description

Another illustration the Bonded Fanfiction by LittleAmberamethyst. Here Bill has decided to take a powerful poison in desperation to stop the nightmares that his exfriends inflict on him every time he falls asleep for failing to do one task. One that he regretted going through with it: which involved plunging a dagger into Ford's heart.
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A trip to the bathroom later he emerged wearing the same black pants, yellow shirt, and black vest as he had the day he first became human. He completed the look with socks, dress shoes, his bow tie and top hat. Those last two trinkets that were always a part of him made him feel like himself once more.

Gold eyes landed on the vial. With the poison in hand he made his way over to the bed and sat upon the mattress of adequate comfort. He brought the glass to his lips and tilted it back. The scent only encouraged him to drink. From what he heard it tasted like candy.

The liquid slipped over his tongue. He swallowed the entirety of the gift and let the container fall on the nightstand. He laid down on the pillow. His eyes took in the scenery of the less than satisfactory room. What a shame that his last moments would be spent in a place so unappealing.

With a smile he shut his eyes for the last time.

Soon it would all be over.