Author's Note- Okay, something BIG is going to happen in this chapter. Hope you enjoy!
"Is he okay?," Dipper asked Ford. Ford had just explained that Bill had became really weak and almost passed out.
"Yeah, he's okay. He just needs some rest. He's sleeping in your bed," Ford assured him.
"You didn't put him in the cell?," Dipper was surprised.
"Dipper, he was about to pass out! He needed to sleep somewhere comfortable..," Ford said but, Dipper could tell there was more reason behind it. But, he knew not to ask otherwise Ford would get angry and defensive.
"I told Bill I wasn't his friend," Dipper blurted out.
"You told him that?," Ford raised an eyebrow.
"Well, no. Not exactly but, he asked me if I was and all I told him was that I wanted to help him."
"Oh, um...," Ford wasn't really sure what to say but, he know that if he said nothing, Dipper would feel guilty, "Well? Are you his friend?"
"I don't- yes," Dipper sighed.
"Then, just tell him that. But, don't if you're not positive. He's been though enough without someone lying to him."
"Bill has been though enough?"
"Yes, Dipper. He's going though a lot now. He doesn't understand anything. And I'm not making it any better.."
"Grunkle Ford, you're not doing anything wrong. You were helping Bill and that's what he wanted. I don't think Bill hates you," Dipper told him, "And I don't think you hate him..."
Ford didn't say anything for a moment. Then, "I don't hate him." He had muttered it softly and Dipper could barely hear him.
"I... I don't think Bill knows that," Dipper said growing uncomfortable.
"What do you mean?"
"He still thinks you hate him, Grunkle Ford. Maybe if you just told him..."
Ford stood up and for a second Dipper thought he was going to yell at him but, he didn't, "Maybe I will," he said.
Dipper smiled. Ford began heading up the stairs to go check on Bill and most likely tell him he didn't hate him.
"Wait! Ford!," Ford stopped on the second step, "Could you tell him that I am his friend. Please?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Thanks," Dipper said flipping on the TV to watch some more of Ducktective.
Meanwhile, Ford had just entered the twins' room and was lightly shaking Bill awake.
"Bill.. Bill..," he opened his eyes, "I brought you some lunch."
He had grabbed some chips from the cupboard and made Bill a sandwich. The plate was now lying on Mabel's dresser.
"Uh?," Bill said sitting up and rubbing his eyes, "What happened?"
"You were really faint and passed out. It was because of all the testing. I should have taken it slowly," Ford admitted.
Bill looked at the food beside him and decided that it looked good enough to eat. He tryed the chips first. A little salty... Then the sandwich. Ummm... This is really good! He continued munching on it.
"Um.. Bill?"
"Hm?," he asked with his mouth full.
"Uh, Dipper wanted me to tell you. He said that he's sorry for what he did earlier and that he is your friend."
"Really?," Bill said swallowing his food and immediately sitting up straighter as if Dipper being his friend gained him confidence for some reason.
"Yeah. And I, uh, I just...," Ford was having trouble saying it and he wasn't sure why, "Idon'thateyou," he said in a blur.
Bill didn't say anything. He thought he must have heard wrong. Ford has told Bill how many times he hated him. But, he did help him with his memories and at times seemed like he genuinely cared about him. "But... you've told me a million times how much you hate me..."
Ford hung his head, "I know what I said before but, that's not what I'm saying now."
Bill looked down at his food,no longer hungry, and looked back up at Ford, who looked like the mere words truly hurt him. Bill had to make him stop being sad so, he reached forward and hugged him.
Ford was ataken but, he smiled and hugged him back.
The warm embrace made Bill feel... weird. What was this?
When he pulled away, he still felt it.
Ford, on the other hand, didn't want to waste a moment, "While you were sleeping, I was up all night researching how to return your memories. I looked through a lot of spell books before realizing that the solution was... Psychology."
Bill looked confused, "Huh?"
"Psychology is the scientific study of the human mind."
"Oh...," Bill said even though he didn't understand.
"So, basically, all you have to do is see or hear something from your past life as a demon and you should get your memories back!," Ford exclaimed.
Only when he looked down at Bill, he looked upset.
"What's wrong?," Ford said sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I just... I wanted my memories back so, I could insure no one hated me anymore but..."
"No one hates you anymore..," Ford said finishing his thought.
"Yeah," Bill shrugged.
Ford sighed and scooted closer towards Bill, "Bill, I know it's not up to me but, I think that you should still do this. With your memories back, you'll understand things better. Not only what you did in the past and why people reacted as they did but, you'll see how to do things. You could barley eat when we found you but, with your memories, you'll be able to see tons of people doing everyday things," he didn't mention that all the people Bill watched where eventually killed by him.
"But... I killed so many people and I don't want to see that," as Bill said that, Dipper had walked into the room.
"Um, hi."
"Hi," Bill smiled remembering the message Ford had passed on.
Ford got up and whispered something in Dippers ear and left. Dipper came and sat down on the bed where Ford had been sitting moments earlier.
"Look," Dipper began, "I agree with Ford." Bill sighed. "You do need to see your memories. They would help you."
"I don't want to see the pain I created. I don't want to see myself hurt your family. I don't want to see myself hurt you..."
Dipper grabbed Bill's hand, "It'll be okay. I know you'll never hurt me again. You're my friend."
Bill smiled. "Are you sure? I don't know what I was like but, it doesn't sound good. What if I go back to that?"
"You won't. I'll make sure you don't."
Bill was sitting in the lab waiting for Ford to be ready. He was in the cell again but, he was sitting in a really comfortable chair that Ford and placed in there for him to sit on.
Right now, Ford was getting a whole bunch of objects from his past to test him. He guessed that he'd see a certain object and then, just know everything. He really didn't understand the whole thing and Ford didn't really explain it well. Dipper had tried explaining it but, Ford had kept on calling him over to help. And he hadn't seen Dipper in a while since Ford had called him to fix something he had accidentally broken while finding things from his past. He wondered if he would remember any of the things like deyavu.
He wished Dipper would come back and tell him what was going on. He had been giving him updates on how fast Ford was working and how much more time it should take before he was done. It had been like an half an hour since he saw Dipper. He was getting extremely bored.
Dipper opened the door and told Bill to wait a second. He ran off and Bill heard a lot of noise. As he was trying to peek out there, Dipper and Ford came in. Dipper smiled at him. Ford looked too serious and focused to bother with smiling.
"Alright, Bill. We're ready," Ford said, clapping his hands together. He turned Bills chair to face the wall. Then, Bill heard a cart being rolled into the room.
"Ford, I- I'm afraid."
The cart stopped for a moment and then Dipper spoke, "You'll be all right."
"... Can you do it?"
Dipper glanced over at Ford to silently ask if that was okay, "Yeah, of course, I can."
"It'd be better if you didn't talk throughout the entire process. Just try and concentrate on what we show you," Ford explained.
Bill nodded.
Ford spun his chair around and Bill saw Dipper with his back to the cart of objects.
"Alright, we're gonna start with a small one. I don't wan to rush like I did last time."
Dipper grabbed a picture from the cart and showed it to Bill. It was of what he used to look like. He was literally a triangle. He had a top hat and a bowtie. He looked adorable and... well... innocent. How could this, how could he, murder so many people? Nothing came to mind so, Dipper put it back on the cart. Then, Ford pointed at something for Dipper to grab. He did and showed it to me. It was... some kind of... gun. It looked like the gun that the Pines had used to figure out that he was actually Bill. Bill sighed. These things didn't seem to be working. Dipper gave him a reassuring smile as he had heard his sigh and went to get a new object. This time it was the journal. It was open to a certain page that showed him and a lot of blood splatters. Bill gulped hoping that he hadn't caused them. This wasn't working too well either. Dipper looked defeated. He must have really thought this would work.
Dipper walked over to Ford and whispered in his ear. Ford snapped his fingers like he had realized something and left without a word.
Once Ford had left, Dipper just stood there looking awkward. Well, it kind of was. Neither could talk and Dipper had nothing else to show Bill. Bill was wondering if he would never get his memories back when, Ford walked in carrying something. He handed it to Dipper and Dipper showed it to me. It was a board with Bill on it but, .. symbols were surrounding him in a circle. There was a shooting star, six fingered hand, tree, etc.
All of a sudden Bill had a flash of all the townspeople filling up these symbols places.
Bill's eyes turned from brown, to blue to red. Stopping at yellow. Ford looked in wonder at him while Dipper was terrified.
"I'll get you," Bill mumbled his hand hanging down now.
"What, Bill? We can't hear you,' Ford said.
"I'll get you," he screamed, "I'll get you and I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!" He started thrashing around in his seat. Luckily when it heard voices the seat chained him up instantly.
Ford looked ataken, "Would this be the real Bill Cipher we're talking to?"
"Real?," Bill sneered, "This?! It's just a phase and when I get out of it..."
"You- you're not out of it, now?," Dipper shook.
"No! Ha! I wish! Then, I could break these chains and strangle you until you POP!," Bill screamed.
Suddenly, Bill's eyes went from yellow to red to blue and back to brown. Ford grabbed the gun and held it at him. Dipper just backed away.
Bill looked up to see them afraid. Of him. He coughed and Ford gripped the gun tighter.
"Don't shoot! Please," Bill coughed again, "It's me. Or I mean it's not me. I mean I'm not going to do anything. What did I do?"
Ford slowly lowered the gun but, Dipper stayed back.
"You, uh, you changed."
"I don't know what that means."
"It means that you switched into your old self, memories and all."
"That's good, right?"
"You threatened to kill us."
"Oh...," Bill said hanging his head.
"I think we can let him free," Ford glanced back, "Dipper. You can let him free."
Dipper didn't move.
Bill was hurt, "I'm so sorry. I'm not going to hurt you, I swear. I didn't realize what I was doing and I-" Bill felt his chains release. Dipper was beside him and immediately hugged him. Bill hugged him back and wiped away his tears. Ford cleared his throat to remind them that Mable and Stan would want to know happened. So, would Wendy. She hadn't been coming into work much lately and Stan couldn't blame her since Bill was in the house. He felt really bad about kidnapping her parents. Wait? What? No one had even told him that. He just got another memory.
"I kidnapped Wendy's parents," he whispered.
Dipper looked at Ford, "Yeah. Did you just remember that?"
Bill nodded.
"Do you remember anything else?," Ford said.
"No, I don't think so."
"Hm," Ford said.
"Grunkle Ford? Can we go? It's almost dinner," Dipper asked him.
"Yeah, of course. But, uh, Bill? I need to talk to you alone."
Dipper and Bill stood up. Dipper brushed Bill's arm as he passed. Bill's stomach felt weird.
Ford grabbed Bill by the arm and said, "Do you have any memory of what happened? And so help me for you lie..."
"No. No, I don't. I promise I don't."
"Alright. I just had to make sure cause if you did, things could turn out bad."
"I swear I don't remember."
"Alright, then, that's good. You can go eat."
Bill started to leave the lab but, stopped short, "Do you want to eat with us?"
He glanced at his paperwork, "I'm a little bus-," he looked up and saw Bill's face pleading him to come, "I do need a break," he said smiling and going upstairs with Bill.
Authors Note: I really hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'm sorry that I haven't written in a month. I got a little bored with it but, then I got back on fanfiction and saw that I had more followers and more comments and I know that I couldn't just stop writing it when so many people enjoyed it. So, thank you guys for following and favoriting and especially, commenting. Thanks so much!