He could feel the moss under his palms, the cold beaded dew drops felt nice against his skin.
It had been a few months since weirdmageddon—it felt like days though, to him at least.
the demon took in a long breath, feeling all of the functions in his body crack and pop with the action.
He expected things to be different since then, maybe he could've been sent back to his dimension? Sent somewhere else entirely? No. That wasn't the case at all, he had been stuck under his former "best friend's" custody. Right now he was granted to be left outside for the time being to take in some fresh air, it wasn't exactly freedom from the laboratory but it was just about closest thing to it.
"Are you ready to head back inside?" Ford's voice was warm, it almost caused Bill to shiver every time the scientist spoke. He couldn't pin point the reason of it though.
"No." Bill said sharply, "I'm not ready… Not yet." He turned his head back to the sky and the surrounding trees. Oh how he missed being everything at once, being everywhere at any time… That was just a faded memory now, although Bill refused to accept the fact it would be the end of his return to his old self. He tried to remember what all of it felt like but his newfound emotions and lack of knowledge left him helpless for the most part, honestly he just felt trapped.
"Bill, we should head back inside." The scientist's voice seemed a little colder than before, stern maybe. He got closer to the demon offering to help him off the ground, the demon accepted and tugged on his arm pulling himself to his feet. Ford was just a bit taller than Bill, enough to tower over him… He scanned the demon's body thinking to himself how he enjoyed the fact that Bill was short. He signaled to head back, the two of them walked through the shack and down into the lab. Once the elevator opened its doors Bill immediately hopped out and walked over to his makeshift bed, it was a futon with a couple of comforter blankets and a pathetic looking pillow. It was placed in a small containment room where the door can be locked when Ford felt it was necessary, which was often. Bill sat on his bed and made himself comfortable under the blankets, he watched Ford head over to his research. He loved watching the human grow his knowledge and figure things out, it was interesting to Bill on how Ford used his time and energy towards something that use to come so easy to him. In fact the whole process was kinda funny! Why waste time on years' worth of research just to die so soon and have that progress mean nothing? Bill grinned to himself. Even though it seemed like a ridiculous thing to do it still was something that made Ford himself and he was pretty good at it if Bill could say so himself.
Hours had passed, Bill was wrapped up tightly in the comforters sitting upright his eyes closed and his black sides with blond bangs were a bit messy from the static of the fabric. Ford walked up to Bill and grabbed his sides softly trying not to wake him up and laid him down on the futon, bill's body reacted to the movement and moved along to getting comfortable in its new position. Ford sat next to Bill and stared at him for a brief moment thinking to himself. He thought about how Bill and him used to be so close and all the adventures they had- the moments they shared. Those memories where toxic to ford but he didn't mind so much now that he has Bill under his control now. It was almost warming to think about those more so than hurtful anymore, he admitted to himself that he missed having a friend. The feeling of someone who had a connection with you and – Bill wasn't true to those feelings, he didn't understand affection and probably didn't think of Ford the same way as he did towards him. Ford stroked Bill's hair, he continued to think… Maybe things can be different, he could reason with him. They could talk things out and everything would change- they would change. Ford leaned back with a faint smile, he can only imagine what it would be like if they worked things out. Would they be closer? The scientist scoffed at himself, of course he had fantasies about him and Bill being more than just friends but he never truly believed it would happen. He stopped touching the demon's hair and got up walking out the containment room, he closed the door and punched in the code locking Bill inside. Ford glanced at the sleeping man before turning away and heading back to his work.