THE RIVALRY BEGINNING Elle H (EPHtheCoder) x Bill Cipher (But Not Quite)

3:7: Bill Cipher Went Down to Hoodflame's

Bill softly snickered at my triggered thoughts of him. Looking in front of myself, I gaze at the guy who will be serving us. He looked like Octivia except, well, a guy. He had two pairs of green and red eyes, the bottom pair was larger than the top. He had swirly, greased navy blue hair, gray skin, fangs that peeked out of his mouth. He was wearing a purple tuxedo and pants over a red shirt. His large nametag on his bold chest read the name "Emunado". Turning back I noticed one less body was sitting on the table, Octivia was gone.

Emunado: Hello, everybody, I'm Emunado, how may I help yo-?

He stopped his own sentence with a gasp at the sight of me.

Emunado: Well, well, I just had to see it to believe it. Jelly-Belly-Elle is back!

On the word "back", he gave me two high-fives with two of his six hands.

Me: Yee-ep. And don't worry, we've been doing great and we've been learning about this place.

Emunado: Well, that's good to know. Anyways, what can I getcha?

Immediately, I turned to Preston and Elijah with serious look. For some reason I felt this place works like a bizarro-type world where everything you say is the opposite of what you mean. Time for a thought talk.

Ok, Elijah & Preston, I have a feeling we should say the opposite of what we want so we can get what we want here.

Wait, seriously?, Preston wondered.

Okay, whatever you say, sis, thought-replied Elijah.

We gave each other a thumbs-up under the table then looked back up at the eager spider boy.

Me: I'll take a double hamburger with everything on it but cheese and ketchup, with a side of mashed potatoes with mustard. And I'll have some Diet Coke with it.

With a swoosh, his middle left hand held a pen that was scribbling my order on a note pad he held in his middle right hand.
Preston whispered in Bonnie's ear, presumably to tell the others to order the opposite of what they wanted. Emunado strolled to the others to write down their orders while Bill bumped me with his shoulder playfully.

Bill: Glad you're thinking this world won't kill you. The smiles, the bizarro talk, for now just try not to loose hope.

By the sly look in his eye, I could tell he was sarcastic and keeping an eye on the prize, us coders. He thinks he's got us but not this time will we fall into the cracks of his evil schemes. When the waiter came to Bill, I tried my best to ignore the both of them. Why? Because I know that Emunado hates dream demons as much as his sister. Surprisingly, he tried to hide his sneer with a forced phony grin at Bill.

Bill: I'll just have a Emerald blood martini with three eyeballs and with hellish lava rocks. Please get that exactly or I will sue you and burn this hick establishment down to the ground.

Emunado: Ok then, your meals and drinks will come in a wink. See ya.

When he turned around, he turned his head and winked his right top eye at us before walking into the kitchen door.

Me: I know he's lying.

Bill: Of course. Well since we have to wait...did you know that Blue sang a song to her past crush and got embarrassed for life?

Me: BILL.

My hand balled into a fist and pounded the table, causing it to vibrate.

Preston: You mean Levi?

Elijah: Ooooooh!

Me: Why bring this up now?

Bill: I'm sure your FNAF friends and your own coder family would like to know more secrets you kept from them.

Keeping my icy anger to myself, I exhaled my stress, hoping it couldn't get any worse.

Bill: Oh no, don't tense up again, not like that time before you bumped your head from your dad's falling pull up bar.

Why, just why in the freak is he mentioning this stuff? Is he trying to grind my gears or just telling my friends and family personal stuff for who knows what? Honestly!

Bill: But of course that was in the LONG past for you, huh, Little Girl Blue?

This time I slap both my hands on the table and furiously glare at the floating triangle.

Bill: A couple of months ago, Blue and her human friends thought they saw a real ghost in her basement, right?

Me: Shut. Up.

Bill: And when they turned the lights on, they realized it was a Christmas tree all covered with a long white cloth!

Growling at the fiend, I could help but snap.

Me: DO YOU WANNA FRICKIN' GO, DUDE?

Ignoring that everyone in the restaurant gaped in shock and silence, me and Bill's eyes were locked on each other.

Bill: What? I thought they were cute memories.

Me: Perhaps, you haven't heard me correctly. DO YOU. WANNA. FRICKIN'. GO. DUDE?

Bill: Well, a barfight's barbaric and you'd rather save your energy for the fight. Unless....how about a piano rap battle?

Everyone's eyes were on me and Bill, waiting for me to answer him. They gasped at oohed at Bill's offer as my interest rose high as the commotion.

Me: Piano rap battle you say? I can do both and I always wanted to do them at the same time.

Bill: Well then. Gunchis, 2 pianos!

By the stage, a yellow and blue ogre creature with white hair pulled a large lever that was on the ground. The stage floor opened, revealing a rising new stage floor holding two shiny grand pianos. The fire dimmed in the fireplace as a large spotlight shone on stage. Immediately Bill teleported to the left piano.

Bill: Well, let's do it, Blue. May the best pianist rapper win.

Flying up to the right side piano, I nodded at him sternly then sat down. Wiggling my fingers, just waiting for who should make the first move.

Bill: You can play the first chord for us.

Eagerly I played a D minor chord then played a beat that sounded like "The Devil went down to Georgia". Bill added to the beat with more extravagant notes. The customers were cheering all around us as I knew, I had to win this, for my friends and our lives.

It might be a sin, but I took your bet, you're gonna regret, I might be the best that's ever been.