I hope you guys liked the last chapter, it was mainly written to give the main characters some bonding time. I wasn't sure what to do for this chapter, so I figured I should create some drama about Bill not being able to go out of the shack...

Yet...

Well, here's chapter 13!

Yet another day in the Mystery Shack had passed, and Stanford came down to the laboratory to bring Bill some breakfast. He held a bowl of oatmeal in one hand, and a glass of orange juice in the other. He noticed the demon's facial expression of disgust at the contents of the bowl, and Ford rolled his eyes.

"Why don't I get to choose my breakfast, Sixer?" He complained, not bothering to greet the other man, as usual.

Ford looked up at him. "You've never given a request." He stated. "I can't know what to bring you if you don't ask for something." Ford added, shrugging his shoulders.

Bill rolled his eyes. "That's not what I mean, and you know it." He said, glaring.

"Huh?" Ford asked, not following what the demon was getting at.

Bill sighed obnoxiously loud. "I want to go and get my own stuff." Bill said. "You don't let me leave this stupid shack, can I at least leave your dumb basement?" He asked the other, annoyed with his limited space.

Ford looked down at the ground and at the wall, thinking about what Bill had said. In a way, he had a point. But he wasn't sure if it would work. He looked back at the demon, and Bill looked at him, with hope in his eyes.

"Well," Ford started, and Bill instantly nodded. "If you go upstairs, you must stay with me wherever you are going. I can't afford to have you missing around the shack."

Bill stared at the man, annoyed. "I can't do anything, sixer. What's the point of having to be wherever I go?" He asked.

Ford folded his arms and gave Bill the look of 'You-know-why'.

The demon sighed obnoxiously once again but agreed to the offer. At least he would be going somewhere other than the basement.

"I'll make you a deal," Ford started and Bill gave him a glare.

"Hey, I make the deals, remember?" He responded. Ford rolled his eyes and continued what he was saying.

"You can go upstairs now," Ford started, "But for today, you're just going to the kitchen. Okay?" He asked.

Bill put his hand out, motioning for the other man to shake it, but Ford shook his head.

"You can make deals without a hand shake, i'm not taking chances." Ford stated.

Bill rolled his eyes. "Why are you so overprotective?" He asked, not really looking for an answer.

And that's exactly what he received, no answer.


Meanwhile, Dipper and Mabel were outside, helping Stan bring supplies into the shack for his tours. It was bright outside, and Mabel had forgotten her sunglasses in the living room. Dipper had brought his, but unfortunately for him, Waddles took them while they were unattended to and sat on them, breaking the lens.

"Why does it have to be so bright when it's not even Summer?" Stan asked himself. The twins shrugged, not giving an answer. The temperature outside was warm, and was supposed to become cooler later in the day.

Mabel opened the gift shop door as Stan carried in a statue that looked like a chicken and a lizard combined as one.

"I still don't understand why Stan makes and buys fake stuff for the shack when he could show something real." Dipper commented.

Mabel shook her head. "I don't think he wants something like that happening again. Remember when you brought that creature from the woods and showed him off while Grunkle Stan was on vacation?" She reminded her brother. "It got out and almost destroyed the entire gift shop!" Mabel exclaimed.

Dipper rolled his eyes. "You were the one who let him out of his cage by giving him a break!" He stated, folding his arms.

Stan came back from inside the shop and looked at the twins. "Wait, wait," He started, as the twins looked up at him. "You said that all of the damage was caused by some bear that had lost her child, and that the bear wrecked the place looking for the cub!" He said.

Mabel laughed suspiciously, and Dipper made an excuse to quickly exit the situation.

Stan just shook his head, deciding to let go of the situation for now.

Dipper ran over to the front entrance of the Mystery Shack, and opened the door. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the kitchen, hoping to grab a snack before going with Wendy on an adventure.

He walked into the kitchen and stopped frozen in his tracks when he noticed more than one figure inside of the kitchen. Ford was sitting in a chair, reading a book, while another figure searched around in the fridge.

Ford noticed his nephew standing there and greeted him. "Good morning, Dipper." He said with a smile. Dipper didn't make eye contact with Ford, because he was watching the other figure in the room. Stanford noticed this behavior quickly and put down his book.

"You must be confused," Ford started, and Dipper nodded.

He walked over to his great uncle and folded his arms. "Why is he here?" Dipper asked, pointing at Bill. The demon heard the boy speaking, but decided to not communicate with the situation at the time. "Great uncle Ford?" He asked again.

"Well," Ford stated. "It's quite a long story." He stated.

Dipper shrugged, not caring how long it would take. He wanted to know why Bill was human, why he appeared to be trusted. He looked at his uncle and shrugged. "I have time." He commented.

Ford laughed and shook his head. "I can't give you exact answers, as most of them haven't been answered yet, and who knows when they will?" He started. He stood up and put a hand on his nephews shoulder. "What I can tell you, is that you were correct. Bill is human, and at this rate, I don't think there's anything that can be done about it. And, if i'm being honest, I don't know if we should do anything about it." He added.

Dipper shook his head. "You mean he's stuck like this? Why does he have to stay here? Can't you let him go somewhere away from us? He could kill us all in our sleep!" He shrieked.

Ford shook his head. "Don't you worry, Dipper. The only one who is at risk at night is myself. I lock the vending machine at night, so he can't get out and cause trouble." He assured his nephew. If anyone was going to get hurt, Ford would step up to save his family from being harmed, no matter what it took.

Dipper sighed. "I just wish there was a way to get him away from here forever." He commented. Under his breath he murmured "He's caused enough trouble." While Ford didn't seem to notice his whispering, Bill sure did.

Bill glared and slammed the fridge. "Hey, i'm right here, Pine tree!" The demon exclaimed, slamming the fridge door and putting his hands on his hips.

Dipper jumped at the loud slam of the refrigerator door, and looked up at Bill. The demon walked towards him, his hands behind his back. He got close to Dipper and looked straight down, mocking the boy with their height difference, and bragging with his eyes that he was taller.

The boy took a step back and glared at the demon, putting his hands in front of him in case of an attack of some sort. "You shouldn't be here!" Dipper exclaimed, taking one more step back.

Bill put his hands on his hips once again, and looked at Dipper like he was some idiot. "I'm not gonna kill you, kid. No need to back away like that." He told the boy. Dipper just shook his head. Ford shook his head and folded his arms, watching the two figure things out.

"You're still dangerous!" Dipper exclaimed again. He looked over onto the table and saw a butter knife. "Take one more step, and i'll use this!" The boy threatened. Bill laughed at the move Dipper had made and came close to grab the butter knife. He grabbed the top of the knife, unaware of where he had placed his hand as Dipper yanked it down and away from the demons grip. It gave slight slices to Bills fingers and palm. Bill hissed in delight at the pain that was inflicted.

Dipper raised an eyebrow, wondering why Bill enjoyed the pain so much. "You're insane!" He exclaimed once more, and Bill just shrugged.

"Have you not noticed that already?" The demon asked, smirking. Dipper looked over at Ford and called his name. Ford sighed, not taking huge action to the situation.

"Just calm down, Dipper," He started. His response to the situation surprised the boy. "Bill isn't a huge problem at the moment, so try not to get at each others throats until other problems are resolved, please?" He asked his nephew. "I'm sorry, Dipper. You're just going to have to get used to Bill for a little while." Ford stated, running a hand through his hair.

Dippers eyes got big. "How long is a 'little while'?" He asked his uncle. Ford opened his mouth to speak, but shut it, unsure of a proper response to the question.

"That's the problem, Dipper. I'm not sure yet. This will get figured out one way or another, I can tell you that." Ford tried to assure, but Dipper looked away from him and looked back up at Bill, glaring.

"Don't expect me to let go of everything you've done, Bill!" Dipper exclaimed for the fourth and final time.

Bill just laughed as Dipper headed towards the doorway. "You won't let go, it's like saying you're over Wendy." The demon commented, and Dipper growled, storming out of the room.

"That was... unnecessary." Ford commented, having nothing else to say about the situation.

Bill rolled his eyes. "Did you see him?" He asked, pointing behind him with his thumb. "He tried to threaten me with a butter knife, Stanford. A butter knife!" Bill said in disbelief. "After everything you've taught him, he chooses that as his combat weapon?" He added and scoffed.

"Careful." Ford stated. Bill rolled his eyes at the man. "Also, it would be better if you didn't damage your hand all week." He added.

Bill pouted and folded his arms, looking down at his hand and back at Ford. "The blade wasn't even sharp." He commented in disappointment. Ford rolled his eyes at the demons pouting, and picked up his book to read again. Bill made his way back to fridge, and decided on a leftover slice of pizza for breakfast.

Ford raised an eyebrow at the selection. "Really?" He muttered under his breath. Bill heard him and turned around, shutting the fridge.

"Is there a problem here, Fordsy?" Bill asked, taking a bite of the pizza slice that was in his hand, not bothering to heat it up.

Ford shook his head. "Whatever it takes to get us back down to the lab faster." He said. Bill sighed, and sat in a chair across from Ford, taking an obnoxious bite out of his pizza. Ford cringed at the behavior, and went back to reading his book.

Bill looked out the window and noticed Mabel playing outside with Waddles. He glared at the behavior and looked back at Ford. Bill used his spare hand and grabbed the top of his book, grabbing it out of his hands and shutting it. Ford exclaimed in annoyance, and grabbed for the book, but Bill extended his arm behind him so that it wasn't able to be reached.

Ford glared, waiting to get his book back. Bill just laughed at his annoyed state, which just annoyed Ford more.

"When can I go outside?" Bill asked Ford, looking out the window and back at him once again. He wanted to have more freedom, even though he didn't deserve it, as long as he was at the shack, what would be the harm?

Ford sighed and shook his head. "That will take a bit of time, Bill." He said. Bill groaned and dropped Fords book on the ground. Ford rolled his eyes, and got out of his chair to receive the book.

Bill 'oooh'ed. "What about dates?" He asked. Ford looked up in deep confusion to the question. Ford opened his mouth but quickly shut it, unsure of what Bill was getting at. Did he even want to know what Bill was talking about? He was probably just overthinking the strange question, but it was out of the ordinary.

"Like... what if I find someone who loves me? Someone hot?" He asked again.

Ford shook his head and sighed. "I'm sorry, Bill. You can't be trusted outside of the shack right now," He started, but Bill stood up and slammed his hand on the desk.

"Why don't you just trust me already?" He exclaimed, shoving the rest of the pizza slice into his mouth and storming out of the kitchen.

Ford called the demons name and stood up, quickly following behind Bill to make sure he wouldn't cause trouble. How could Bill not understand that he couldn't be trusted after everything he's done?

There's the end of this chapter! A new chapter will be up soon.