Illusion is Reality Written by an AI

(In case you couldn't tell this chapter was written by an AI(I was tired, normal chapters tomorrow))

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I was getting dejavu. The table for me and everyone else was a human. He told me that there was nothing there. I could feel everyone politely intense about my tongue which was weeping blood slightly. I don't remember what I needed to do. The table sat down on me. He wanted transport to a different planet without being killed by his brothers. I felt people staring around frantically. Nobody did anything. Finally, I groaned and pulled out the table's feelings and then killed his brother. It was fun. Fuck, he turned into static and there were large beasts roaming the wilderness. so I incinerated the table and reshaped it into Bill Cipher and Ford scoffed. I felt hopeful that Stanford would like him. maybe then Stanford could speak about depression. He said slowly "That Bill Cipher is an actual question. I don't remember what memories I've lost. Mabel exchanged them for me. "

I told him adamantly. "Take the damn thing. " so he turned slightly embarrassed before finally letting me feed Bill Cipher to him. Hamburgers wish they could feel as nice as Bill slid up Ford's eyes. Pyronica was fucking proud.

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The Federation... barely made a deal with someone. They were angry that the deal went bad. The Federation finally calmed down and tried dating anyone.

PaciFire's eyebrows went over to him as they toppled in front awkwardly. PaciFire's eyebrows went on a wacky space adventure punctuated with dicks. It was clear that PaciFire wanted something. But then I remembered his eyebrows were already dating someone. The Federation.

That made me disgusted.

The Federation outright went absolutely horrified by contrast. Screw technology, I didn't want anything from them. The eyebrows touched the Federation worker's hand and muttered "Future children will be resting properly without my power. " then they nodded and suddenly panicked for mystery. And I didn't even care anymore. I think they'd be happy with them. Even if I don't remember them.

Pacifire hurts for himself. He told his little sister this one incident currently had never happened outright despite crafting dishes. She looked so desperate for mixed pursuits of rehearsal. "You made a few more creaks here and there. This was so cool! I could feel everyone else about it." He told his little sister that he would visit often from here on out.

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My hands curled over Teeth's music. He said "Bill, I could break through if she was waiting outside with you. But they know Pyronica always uses my skin mother to buy cookies."

Pyronica told me that I needed to stop trying to follow the stairs. "What stairs? " I asked hopefully. "The Bill in my mouth told me this. " she frowned. I didn't get what any of this had to do with music but I spat out Teeth's music anyway. He said "Ok. Please undress my sweet decaying demon." But I swear I'm not gonna eat PaciFire. Still, I swerved towards Teeth and tried to distract him without disrupting anything. "PaciFire loves you. But that doesn't mean that you can censor him."

Teeth thrust me right into Gravity Falls, paying no worries at my limp clothing. "Bill, before you broke your deal, I just needed me to be there for my children." I didn't know Teeth had gotten together with someone. But they were jotting stuff down. They both looked equal parts angry and romantic. The musical jacket that he was in currently was feathers. They loved cushions. I sighed, and opened my senses and trapped Teeth properly without being locked into dating. Another demon saw them licking each other. Maybe --even leading somersault parties! Well, I probably shouldn't go telling people how much of a deviant freak I am. I was getting dejavu.

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Aesthetically speaking, stretching Kryptos's room today with water was still hot. Maybe he could have lied to me about setting fires to get me back deliberately, but I swear even spells start spewing fire everywhere. Besides, he wanted contact under control medication so I had to bail the federation out of existence.

A million years ago, I brightened up the bubble with Kryptos's feelings, but the butter painfully hard. Terrible for cooking with. Nobody protested much because destroying straight soldiers with blessings, like some god, was attractive. Kryptos even said dysfunctional treatment of the Federation finally finished filtering back towards resolution.

That was good enough for me. Kryptos clicks for a moment, before he realized that once, Stanley had indicated that she had done so too. Stanley looked legitimately confused that Stanford is obsessed with Deals. It was a lot of things since I started being an investigative journalist.

Kryptos wondered why Stanley came and stole his head. She did it while chewing on this dark purple vegetable. Why did this murder occur? Stanley and Kryptos knifed over multiple people. Stanford showed us his hands under the table. (I thought he ate it but I swear he was doing great.) This mystery was still laughing hysterically as I sobbed quietly into the room. Why did this feel so familiar? I was getting dejavu.

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Monsters in horror dimensions exploding against my entrance without going in, it was an isolated issue. They loved feeling horrible. I felt bile rise in my eye as they sprung into being automatically. That was dangerous. Eating hair gently. Reverse engineer humans from my body. I sank hours into this show, drawn to the shape of you.

I sang into the mic and listened to the glorious sounds of niki's music. I was been in this place before. I don't remember what I needed. They were all different sizes and I counted at least 8 of them. I was getting flashbacks from my chair. It wouldn't be able to tell when Bill was lying for a very long time. I just... needed renovation of my mutations. The monsters are probably different because each of us are different. People were blaming me for the actions of others. It was a rhetorical question. I wanted to be there for my children. But fuck that.

My Nightmares continued waddling forward and I didn't want anyone to hear their conversation. Though at least they weren't as terrified of me as they used to be. My tongue grew out longer and longer and longer and then vanished. I looked down and watched myself burn.

Pain and suffering under their tyranny.

The kid had come back with the rest of them after the visit. They were all buddy buddy with each other. Billions of people are still suffering but I couldn't keep helping more. Mistakes I made dribbling into flashbacks and unintentionally growing into a giant robot. Miz followed canon and I suffer from it. The cellular degeneration of my nightmares had gotten outright heartbreaking.

Melting inside my head, strangled into my skin. Again and again diabolical deals for me and everyone else. Strained inconsistent insanity -- I wanted something real.

He was there. I was there too. Nobody could have stayed stuck inside me. Even so, he was doing -- not exactly good. I loved every minute of him with you. If I was going to have to do this, everything else would break. I don't think I was that unstable but I don't really know. Unfortunately I was something wrong, I was something missing. Affection made him suppress his shivers. He was calling me. He was coming for my children.

The kid had come back with the rest of them after the interview.

It wasn't enough. Never enough.

The tea tasted like pineapples.

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I've made this canon. Its a dream/nightmare that MizBill is having.