Who: Bill Cipher and Ford Pines When: Way back during the de-aged plot, April 1st Where: In their apartment What: A video documentary! Rating/Warnings: None Status: Ongoing
There’s a rustling, a muffled sound of movement before the black screen suddenly sharpens to life. A boy, no older than eight beams into the camera, slowly coming into focus as another blond haired one sits just behind him. The first child looks absolutely ecstatic. “Alright. Tape 1, anomaly dx02.” He clears his throat, “Hello there! The date is April 1st, 2020, 9:43 AM. My name is Professor Stanford Filbrick Pines and I am here today to begin documenting my very exciting, very thrilling discovery.”
At which point the child pauses a moment, “Or, ah,”
And the brown haired child hesitates, a sheepish smile coming over him as he brings a hand, a very clearly six fingered hand, to rub at the back of his neck with a brief chuckle. He looks a bit abashed, but still in a far too pleased, flustered sort of way, all while using his free hand to readjust his clearly far too large glasses. “I mean, I should say our discovery. And it’s not so much a discovery as a--well, something that’s just happened! Somehow, impossibly, beyond imagination! Something incredible! Impossible! Extra-ordinary, abnormal, weird, strange, wholly bizarre.”
That grin widened there at the screen as if the words were only one magnificent thing after another, playing a spitting image of a child before Christmas sparkling in those eyes. “We’re children! We’ve grown young! We’ve reversed our ages!”
Delight pooled from the enthusiastic child, body practically humming with excitement, jumping at the edge of his seat as if he could hardly believe their luck, beaming then to the other boy just behind him as if egging him on for comment in the entirety of it all.
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The blonde boy is leaning against his elbow on the desk close by, not looking nearly as enthused but with a smirk on his lips. Clearly, he's used to this sort of vivacity from the other and something he finds amusing. A soft sigh escapes him, as if participating in this is something exhausting though it isn’t at all, he just has to give Ford a hard time. “Billiam Archibald Cipher and as you can see I too have been afflicted by what I've come to assume is some large scale April Fool's joke, timing considering.”
His middle name is not Archibald, for the record, nor his first name Billiam which should be more obvious. He shifts beside Ford, reaching up to tip his already precariously balanced glasses from the back of his ear with a look of mischief which was something he would have done regardless of his age to pick on his dark haired counterpart. “And while we have been so blessed by having the clock turned back, others have instead had their genders swapped, which to me sounds like it could have had a certain more entertaining potential, but I guess when it's a prank you're not supposed to get a say in the matter and now here we are and Ford is ecstatic about it.”
He laughs, shaking his head with a look that would suggest he simply doesn’t get it, though the both of them know better than that. “It seems that this isn’t the first time that something of this manner has happened either, going by accounts from the network. I don’t know about being nine again for a week, though I suppose I have as much say in the matter as I did in the first place which is none and means hassle-free time off from work since no one is taking either of us seriously like this, eh, Sixer?”