I hope you guys liked the last chapter, I didn't intend to make the car scene super "fluffy", I'm really trying to take this story at a slow pace. Ford isn't a horrible person, I'm not trying to make him sound like a bad person, because we all know Ford is awesome! I'm just going to make him... more stern for this chapter. I''ll make sure to add some humor, of course!
Anyway, here is chapter 6 of "Welcome Home"!
It was nearing 2:00 in the morning when Ford had arrived back at the shack. He parked the car, and turned it off quickly so the obnoxious lights wouldn't wake anyone up, or draw attention. Ford shut the door to the car and looked throught he back seat window. Bill looked stressed, his facial expressions changing, as he was still sleeping. Ford just knocked on the window from the outside, loud enough to wake Bill without contact.
Sure enough, Bill stretched his arms and legs, and opened his eyes. He looked around the car, sleepily, then jumped sideways, backing away from Ford, Bill still in the inside of the car, and scrambled to unbuckle his seatbelt.
Ford just rolled his eyes at the demon's unnecessary reaction. He motioned at Bill to follow him, putting one of six fingers on his lips, signaling to be quiet. Bill shook his head. He wanted to stay inside the car. Ford motioned again, and Bill shook his head a second time, folding his arms. Ford glared, and opened the back door to the car. He looked at Bill, obviously annoyed. "You're making this much harder than it needs to be, come on." Ford commented in a stern manner.
Bill just glared in response. "Don't think you have control over me, Sixer." Bill said in hopes of making his point. Still, he eventually made his way out of the vehicle.
Ford opened the gift shop, Bill following behind him, his arms still folded in annoyance. As Ford crept over to the vending machine, Bill stopped to look at the lightswitch. Out of curiosity, he flipped the switch, turning the lights on. Fold turned around and quickly shut off the light. He looked at Bill to explain his reason.
"Everyone is asleep, and no one knows you're here. As far as they are concerned, you're still dead." Ford admitted, and walked back over to the vending machine.
Bill smirked, and flipped the light back on. Ford turned around again and glared. Bill kept his smirk and turned off the light. Ford typed in the code to the vending machine. He turned around, glaring at Bill as he flipped the switch on and off. Bill laughed. "On, off, On, off, On, off, on, off, on..." He continued, only flipping the switch to disturb Ford.
Ford walked back over to the light switch, and turned it off. "Off." Ford commanded.
After nearly 10 minutes of refusal, Bill went down to the lab. Luckily, there were only two buttons in the elevator, otherwise Bill surely would have pressed them all, just to occupy time and annoy Ford further. Stanford was already having second thoughts about taking Bill into his house, as if he had almost forgotten how powerful he was just months ago. The elevator went down, and both men refused to look at each other. Out of annoyance, anger, or because of the past? Neither of them knew.
When the elevator door opened, Bill looked around the room. He ran straight to a chair once he saw it, and jumped atop of it. Unfortunately, it was a chair with wheels, and he went falling over onto the cold, hard ground. Ford couldn't help but snicker as he walked out of the elevator. Bill turned to him and glared. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, sixer." He said, and added, "I'm sure I'm not the first one to fall in a chair. I'm sure you come close to having a heart attack whenever you fall." Bill said, standing up.
Ford folded his arms, and stared at Bill, unamused. "I'm not the one who jumps into my chair." He defended.
Bill smirked. "You're right sixer. It wouldn't take long to break if you ever did that." He watched the humans facial expressions of annoyance and anger, which only caused Bill to laugh. Ford glared at Bill, walking towards the demon with his fists clenched.
"Listen to me, Bill," Ford started. "If I had a choice, you wouldn't be welcome inside this house. I'm not sure I even want you going out of the lab." He stated.
Bill folded his arms at this and glared at the man. "You do have a choice, Sixer. Like I said, you should have just left me in town."
Ford adjusted his glasses and shook his head. "I want you to understand that the only reason you're here is for my research purposes."
"So, are you going to ask me questions or not?" Bill asked, getting impatient.
Ford nodded his head at the question and took a step back. He pointed at the chair that was on the ground. "Sit down." He commanded. Bill picked up the spinny-chair, and put it back up on its wheels. He sat down on the office chair and crossed his legs, putting his hands on the arms of the chair. Ford leaned on a control panel and folded his arms. He cleared his throat and looked at the demon. "How did you get here? I thought you were dead! We got rid of you, how are you still alive, what do you still want? What kind of power do you still hold onto?" Ford asked many questions at once as more came into his head.
Bill put out his hand with his eyes widened. "Woah, woah, Stanford. Slow down!" Bill rolled his eyes. "Curious as ever." He added. Ford just glared. "First of all," Bill began, "I don't know how I turned human. But what I do know is..." Bill stopped, considering if he should give away his information.
Ford raised an eyebrow at the pause. "Go on.." He encouraged.
Bill sighed, shooting a cold glare towards the scientist. "After YOU and your fleshbag brother tricked me by switching clothes, trying to erase me from existence, I didn't die. I was..." Bill stopped again. Ford raised an eyebrow at the second pause. Bill opened his mouth slowly, "I was trapped." He informed, scoffing at the event he was practically being forced to admit to.
Ford tilted his head slightly. "What does that mean? Where were you trapped, and for how long?"
Bill's eyes got big once more and he pointed a finger. "PATIENCE, old man!" He commanded, raising his voice severely.
Ford narrowed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. "Bill Cipher, keep it down. Do you honestly wish to risk waking up someone in this house? What do you assume would happen then?"
Bill rolled his eyes at the question, but continued with his facts. "I was trapped inside of Stanley's mind. I couldn't get out for weeks. And don't ask me how I got out, because I don't know." Ford nodded slowly, then put his hands to his sides, trying to find out a few decent questions to bring up.
"Okay, but what is it that you want now that you're like this?" Ford questioned.
Bill could only shrug. Honestly, he didn't know exactly what he wanted. "All I want is to get back to how I was before, back in my beautiful triangular shape, back with my powers, and back to how I used to be.
Ford shook his head at the wishes. "You can't do that." He commented.
Bill rose up from the office chair. "And why not? Is there a reason I shouldn't be free, to get things exactly the way they used to be?" He asked, glaring.
Ford returned the glare, and took a step closer to Bill, clearly annoyed by the senseless question. "YES, BILL! There are MANY different reasons why you should never be allowed power by anyone or anything again! Weirdmageddon was bad enough, and you lying to me in the past, betraying my trust was enough for me to know that you'll never change." He stated bluntly, without a hint of regret.
Bill scoffed at the remark. "Well you're not the nicest person either, Sixer! After you ditched me in town the other day, you didn't even listen to anything I had to say!"
Ford laughed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Really? I didn't listen? You had nothing that you seemed to have a strong desire to bring up, you just stood there, shocked! Maybe if you had brought something I wanted to know, I would have been a bit more patient!"
Bill growled and extended his arms, shoving Ford backwards, causing the man to stumble backwards. Stanford hit his back onto the control panel, and groaned in pain. He shot a glare towards Bill, and felt the urge to push back at the demon. However, he figured it would be unwise to get into a fight with Bill, because Ford had no idea what kind sort of power he could still possess. Ford glared at Bill. "You can't deny the truth, Cipher." He commented.
Bill folded his arms. "Just shut it!" He exclaimed in annoyance.
Ford looked at Bill and sighed. "Well," He began, "What magic do you have left?"
Bill glared at the man. "Why should I tell you?" He questioned, raising his voice.
Ford shushed him and continued, "Do you really want me to answer that question, Bill?" The demon just grunted, and held out his hands. He tried to squeeze all the power that he could into the palms of his hands. He made a noise, clearly trying to obtain some power. Eventually, he ran out of strength and fell back into the chair, breathing heavily to catch his breath. Ford sighed at the attempt. "I suppose that answers one question." He muttered, looking away.
Bill groaned. "See, sixer? I'm powerless! I can't do anything! I'm just a stupid fleshbag now!" He wailed with a pout.
Ford could only nod. "It's for your own good. You've caused enough trouble in the past, who knows what you could have done hundreds of years ago!"
Bill just laughed. "Oh Sixer, you don't want to know! Don't even get me started on-" He began, but stopped when Ford interrupted his sentence.
"I'm sure whatever you did was horrible, I don't want to get into anything like that at this time." Ford stated, putting his hands behind his back.
Bill smirked, amused at how easily he could annoy the man, now knowing that he didn't want to hear about his past whatsoever. Ford walked to the other side of the room and wrote something down on a piece of College-ruled paper with a pen. Bill raised an eyebrow, and stared at the pen, sitting up in the chair and trying to read what the human was writing down. "What'cha got there, sixer?" He asked.
Ford glanced over for a second, then back at his paper. "That is none of your concern." He commented. Bill opened his mouth in an offended manner and put his hand on his heart, jokingly. "Sixer, I'm truly offended!" Bill stated, trying to hold back his laugh. He let a snicker through, and Ford just rolled his eyes.
Ford left the room for a moment, and Bill stood up again. He examined the room, looking around for something interesting to him. He looked through a couple folders, and let out a yawn. He smacked himself for yawning, and hated the fact that sleep was important for him now. He looked around the room and saw some spare blankets in the room where the portal was once active. There were two different rooms inside the basement, but he knew Ford would be back any moment. Bill went into the room and grabbed a couple blankets, one blanket serving as a pillow. He lay the blankets onto the floor neatly, and removed his shoes. He walked over to the door and closed himself in, hoping to be locked in, never to come out. Then, he wouldn't have to socialize, or give away facts that could help him in the future to Ford. Bill would rather die than stay at the shack. Still, he walked over to the blankets acting in the role of a sleeping bag, and slipped inside. He put his hands on his head and looked up at the roof. It was dark and quiet. Soon enough, Bill drifted off to sleep.
Ford returned down to the basement with some water and some new folders. He set the folders on his desk, and noticed the room was dead quiet. He put his hands on the desk and turned his head. He put his hands in his hair in a stressed manner and looked around the room frantically, the demon no where in sight. I lost him already? He can't be trusted. I can't leave him alone for one minute without him disappearing.
Ford sighed and rolled his eyes. "Bill?" He called out, looking around the room. "Bill, come out before I find you!" He commanded with a glare, and adjusted his glasses. Stanford looked into the room that led to the portal, and looked inside through the small window. Bill had drifted off to sleep atop and under a variety of blankets. Ford sighed in minor relief that the demon had not escaped. Stanford already knew that he would have more questions in the morning, and he couldn't afford to have the demon run loose before then.
Ford remembered that the rest of the Pines had no clue that Bill was inside the shack as they slept. So just to be on the safe side, Ford opened the door and placed the water bottle near the wall in case the man were to wake up in the night. The door squeaked slightly and Ford cringed. He carefully shut the door, trying not to make more noise than necessary, and locked the door to keep Bill inside. He couldn't afford to have Bill running upstairs when he was still sleeping. He didn't know how long he could keep this secret from his family, or if he would, but he did not want Bill making the choices for him.
Ford turned to his right, walking into the small room in the basement with a bed and dresser. It was normally used by him if needed, or if he was ever too tired to head upstairs. Ford knew he would have a bit of trouble sleeping, but what else could he expect after bringing a dream demon who had affected half his life into his home? He could only hope the morning would be better.
So, there is chapter 6! Feel free to leave a comment on what I should do for the next chapter. Sorry for the long wait! Update within the next few days! I'll need to think about what I should do, so any ideas are appreciated :3 Thanks for... reading? As I said, update soon!
