I hope I didn't explain things too quickly in the last chapter, let me know if I need to work on adding more detail when I'm writing! It took me some thought last night about what I should do for this chapter, I might change my mind as I write this for you guys...

Anyway, here's chapter 7 of "Welcome Home"!

The sun was still rising when Bill woke up from suddenly moving around too much while sleeping. He sat up and rubbed his eyes to see better. The room was still dark, and he wasn't sure if he had gotten any sleep. He felt decently rested, but he couldn't be sure. He looked to his left to see a clock on the wall, reading 5:32 in the morning. He nodded his head, accepting the amount of sleep he had gotten.

Bill rose up and felt dizzy from rising too fast. He got onto his knees and put his hands on his head, as if it would help him. He glared at the ground and stood up again. His hair was sticking up a bit, but he didn't care. He looked around the room once more to see that nothing had changed except for a bottle of water by the door. Bill stared at the door and out it's small window. He saw light, but no motion. Maybe I can look for something that can get me out of this fleshy body. He thought to himself, as he approached the door.

He grasped the doorknob of the door with his hand, and put his other hand on his wrist as he began to twist the doorknob to the right, slowly and quietly. He didn't care if he woke up the whole household with being loud and obnoxious, but Bill was uncertain of where Ford was at the time, and couldn't afford to be caught snooping when he had been at the shack for less than 24 hours.

As he had finished twisting the doorknob, he pulled it forward, only for it to budge. Bill raised an eyebrow and tried once more. Again, it only budged. Bill yanked on the handle once again, only to realize the door was locked. He pulled on the knob and punched the door, frustrated that he had fallen for this foolish trap so quickly.

Bill growled, very unamused with his fate. He looked through he glass and considered punching the window. Bill smacked his hand on the door a couple of times as a warning and got no response. Little did Bill know, or care, that Ford was still asleep, he continued to smack the door. Still with no response, the this turned into pounds. He pounded on the door with his right fist clenched. He yelled gibberish as he clenched his other fist into a ball. He used both hands to draw attention to the room. He heard no response and started screaming in annoyance and frustration.

As Ford was in a room near Bill's in the basement, his dreams were disturbed by a raucous in the other room. Ford sat up and ran his hands through his hair, only to realize that the noise was coming from Bill in the other room. Ford's half-opened eyes shot open, realizing that the family could wake up, wondering what was going on. Ford reached for the nightstand and, without bothering to turn on the lamp, grabbed his glasses and put them on.

He grasped his sheets and threw them off as he rushed to the door. He turned back to grab the key from off the nightstand and returned back near his door. He opened it and turned to the left to unlock the room that Bill had slept in the night before. Ford yawned and mumbled something under his breath.

Bill saw the human from the window and glared at the man. He folded his arms and stepped back to allow the door space to open. He looked at Ford who gave him a look of irritation. Ford just sighed and looked back at the demon. "Bill, it's five in the morning." He commented.

Bill kept his glare and responded to the man with his fists clenched once again. "You kept me trapped in here! You were going to lock me up, weren't you, sixer?" He asked, not bothering to hear a response.

Ford shook his head and rubbed his forehead, trying to get himself to focus on being awake. "No Bill, I wasn't going to trap you in here-" He stared, but Bill shook his head.

"Don't lie to me, Stanford. You don't want me here, I don't want you here." He commented.

Ford rolled his eyes and dropped his hands to his sides. "This is my house. I would let you leave, if you were trustworthy. And you're certainly not trustworthy, not by a long shot."

Bill glared. "This isn't about trust." He said with an eye roll. "You want me trapped. You're keeping me trapped until I die, huh, sixer?" He asked.

Ford shook his head once again. "You're not trapped, Bill." He started. "You're just temporarily confined." He said.

Bill groaned. "Stop using your fancy-pants words and tell me why you really want me locked up." He commanded.

Ford folded his arms, not against the fact of explaining his reasoning. "As I said before, Bill, no one knows you're here but me. I couldn't let you just wander off in the shack. The trust thing comes in to play here as well."

There is the end of Chapter 7! I might not get a new chapter for a couple of days, I'm writing a one-shot for a user who requested it. I hope that's okay! Feel free to comment ideas for the next chapter before I start it!