This chapter has a lot of backstory to it in the second half, including a lot of Fords thoughts during his past with Bill. The second half won't have a ton of dialog, but I feel that this is necessary and will pay off for the story. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Here's chapter 15 (:

Bill had escaped just hours ago, then willingly came back to the shack. Why? Ford asked himself. Why didn't he attempt to run away once again? Was all he could think about. He needed something to clear his mind of why.

Why.

He stood up from his chair and walked over to the elevator, heading inside and pressing the button to head up to the vending machine. The gift shop had just closed early as it was reaching 3:00 in the afternoon.

Ford walked through the Employees only door and saw Dipper and Mabel on the couch. Mabel was knitting a new sweater as Dipper watched a game show. Ford greeted them both, and they both said "Hello." Not bothering to look up from what they were doing. Ford shrugged at the behavior, and headed towards the kitchen.

He walked over to the kitchen table and grabbed his book that he had left behind in the morning. Hopefully a good book would help clear his mind. He opened the book to get to the correct chapter he had left on, but there was a slight dividing between pages in the middle of the book. There was a small piece of paper that was folded up. Had he been marking something important? Ford didn't remember doing that.

Ford picked up the piece of paper and set the book down on the table once again, sitting in one of the chairs. He unfolded the scrap, and realized the paper was a note. He looked at it in confusion and read the words that had been written in pen:

Hey sixer, You should consider getting that portal up and running. Exploring cures boredom, ya' know!

Ford just sighed and shook his head. He folded the note back up and opened a pocket in his coat to place it in.

Meanwhile, Bill was in his room, digging through his drawer that kept an assortment of shirts. He chose to be very picky about the shirts that were given to him, and refused to wear most of them. Most of the shirts were basic colors since Ford had no idea what to get. Bill wanted to get some new shirts, but how?

Once Ford had made his way back down to the lab, he set his book down on his desk and sat down. He opened the book and watched the cover hit the table as he opened it, noticing a childish drawing of a portal with an upside down triangle drawn on it. It didn't take Ford long to realize that it was another note from Bill to encourage Ford into re-opening the portal. He folded the drawing and put it inside his coat along with the note that he found inside his book.

Ford flipped to the correct chapter he was currently on inside his book, and pressed the button on his reading lamp, to notice the light appearing with less of a glow than usual. He raised an eyebrow, the bulb couldn't have been running out. He had designed a bulb just like the one inside of the kitchen. It wasn't possible for the bulb to burn out, especially after only a few months.

Confused, Ford ducked his head and looked up at the bulb, squinting his eyes at the light and turning it off. When the light had turned off he could easily notice there was yet another note, taped onto the light, causing the light to have been slightly blocked.

He looked at the note with an unamused look on his face and unfolded it, not surprised by it's message:

Seriously, consider opening the portal again, Fordsy! What's the worst that could happen?

Ford glared at the note and considered crumpling it into a ball and chucking it at the wall. The shook away the thought and refolded it, putting it into his coat pocket along with all the other notes. He got up and looked around, reminded of the demon by the notes. He was no where in sight, and Ford folded his arms, curious to where he had gone.

He got his answer quickly after hearing a loud THUD! in Bills makeshift bedroom, and the loud yelp the demon made audible. Fords eyes opened, unsure of what had happened. He walked a bit closer and looked through the opened door, only to see Bill laughing in both pain and pleasure, clutching his foot and squeezing it as he rolled on the ground.

Ford rolled his eyes and let a short laugh go by at the behavior. Why does Bill enjoy pain so much? Ford thought to himself. Bill stood up and walked out of his room, limping slightly as he slowed his laughing. He looked up and noticed Fords confused look on his face.

"The drawer fell out," Bill explained. "Hit me right on my toes!" He said, lifting his right foot and pointing at it, showing off the enthusiasm in his voice. Ford just nodded, not knowing how to respond.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." Bill stated, folding his arms.

Ford nodded once more. "Oh, I know." He responded, not bothering to hold back a snicker. Bill rolled his eyes and smirked.

"Not bad, Stanford Pines. Not bad." Bill half complimented.

Ford smiled for a split second, then stopped, noticing his facial expression. "Um, does the drawer need to be fixed?" He asked Bill, unsure of what condition it was in.

"I don't think it's broken." Bill stated, but moved out of the way as Ford passed by. He looked inside the room and noticed the drawer had, indeed, fallen out of its slot.

Ford walked over and picked up the fallen drawer. He cringed at the way the shirts had been unfolded and messed up. He lifted the drawer and slid it back into place. "It's an easy fix," Ford commented. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it, not sure of what else to say.

Bill pretended not to hear him and commented, "Ol' Stanley could fire Soos, you would be a decent replacement for the job." He said to Ford with a smirk.

Ford stared at Bill unamused. "I thought you wanted the portal to get up and running, how would I be able to manage two things at once?" Ford asked, sarcastically.

Bill smirked and folded his arms, leaning on the wall. "Ah," He started. "So you got my idea?" He asked, trying to hide the sarcasm.

Ford rolled his eyes and stood up. "I got three of them, actually." He stated.

Bill snickered and looked at the other man as he left the room. "Oh, theres more where that came from!" Bill commented, pointing to Fords room he had been sleeping in recently. On the door, yet another note was taped to it. Yet another reminder.

Ford rolled his eyes and took off the note, entering his room and shutting the door. Bill snickered to himself and went back to his room, As well.

He walked over to his bed and took off his jacket, sitting down and thinking about the cons of recharging the portal. He couldn't. He knew he couldn't. It's too dangerous, too much of a risk. He continued to tell himself. For some odd reason, all these notes from Bill, telling him to reopen the portal were beginning to make Ford feel somewhat controlled. He couldn't listen to Bill. He couldn't open the portal. No, he wouldn't.

Feeling as if he were being controlled reminded Ford of his past; Back when he was young, back when Bill was in his triangular form, back when Ford thought of Bill as his friend, and when he trusted the demon enough to literally let him take control of him by taking over his body.

And what a fool he had been. Trusting the demon as if they had been friends- so Ford thought. He kicked himself for just how idiotic he had been, becoming friends with Bill in the past, and Ford hated himself even more for eventually becoming silently.. attached to him. He scoffed just thinking about what type of emotions passed his mind while trusting Bill.

Ford regretted every bit of his past. He wished he hadn't fallen for Bills tricks. He wished he hadn't fallen for the false kindness Bill had shown. He wished he had never fallen for Bill.

Yes, he regretted every bit...

Nearly.

No, Ford thought to himself. Don't think this way. That was many years ago. Don't fall for this again. All emotions of affection are in the past. He continued to tell himself these four statements in his head, but it was seeming as if it had no use. He knew his head was in an attempt to take a trip down memory lane, and he didn't like it.

But this is the present. This is not the Bill that Ford had once thought he had known. This is not the nice, patient act Bill had pulled back in the past.

But at the same time, this also wasn't the Bill that Ford had known just a few months ago. Bill had become human, he wasn't just a triangle anymore. Deep down, Bill needed help. He needed Fords help. That's what the two both knew, but they both refused to admit it.

Ford glared at the ground for a moment and shook his head, running hands through his hair. He couldn't let his past take over the present. And how did it seem like he was falling for this trick once again...

And so easily?

None of this made sense. Ford grunted and stood up, walking towards his door to go upstairs.

Bill had his door slightly cracked open, and watched as Ford started towards the elevator. He snickered and put a hand over his mouth, not to draw attention to himself. Once he saw Ford successfully exit the laboratory and go up the elevator, he walked out of his room and snuck over to Fords makeshift bedroom. He smirked and opened the door, hardly able to wait to see the other mans facial expressions when he came back down.

Bill closed Fords door like it had been left as he crept over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and noticed an assortment of shirts folded up into small piles that had filled up the drawer. Bill reached his hand in and dug through the garments, messing up the way they had been folded, and how they had been separated. Half of the pile had made its way to the floor as Bill continued to dig through the shirts.

Eventually, he decided on a top that Ford often wore. The other man had liked the shirt so much that he owned two of the same one. Bill snickered once more and held it up high, examining it for a short moment before deciding on trying it on himself.

About twenty minutes had passed, and Ford stood in the elevator once again with a cup of coffee, heading back down to the laboratory. He watched the elevator door open and took a few steps out until putting himself in a frozen position, unintentionally dropping his mug that the coffee had been in, and stopped himself to halt as he saw the other man.

"Bill?" Ford started, not knowing what else to say.

The demon turned around and wore a smile on his face. He folded put his hands on his hips and watched the other mans confused facial expression.

"Hiya, Sixer!" Bill greeted, giving a short wave and a larger smile. While Ford was gone upstairs, Bill had gone though his shirts and tried on Fords Maroon-colored turtleneck sweater. The shirt was a bit baggy on Bill, but he didn't seem to mind.

While Ford didn't notice his mouth hanging open in hesitation, Bill laughed and clasped his hands together, putting them up by his head and tilting his head close to his hands.

"What do you think?" Bill asked in only half-seriousness.

Ford folded his arms, still unsure of what to say of the situation. "Bill, you have your own-" He tried.

"I like this one better." Bill stated, interrupting the other. "Can I keep it?" He asked.

Ford sighed, a bit annoyed. "Why?" Was all he could really asked.

Bill scoffed sarcastically and let his hands fall to his sides as he started at Ford like he was an idiot. "Because I like it, Sixer! Otherwise I wouldn't be asking." He pointed out.

Ford ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes, irritated. Still, to Bills surprise, he agreed. "I suppose." Ford said to Bill, and the demon cried out in glee.

"This reminds me of the time you borrowed one of my bowties for that one science event in New York." Bill began, smirking. Fords eyes shot open at the demon about to mention a certain event he wished to forget.

"We don't speak of that," Ford stated, which made Bill burst out laughing. Ford glared at the action and walked away, not wanting to hear any more of this soon-to-be-discussion.

He didn't wish to have two trips down memory lane in one day, but unfortunately for Ford, that wish wasn't granted.

There's the end of chapter 15! Like I said, In the second half, there wasn't a ton of dialog, besides the bit where Bill decided to mess around with Ford by trying on one of his sweaters. Haha!

I hope you guys enjoyed, new chapter up soon, but I can't promise it will be up tomorrow. I'm not exactly sure what to write, but hopefully i'll think of something? If you guys have any ideas, this would be a perfect time to share them!

Also, this story is almost at 1000 VIEWS! Can you believe that? I can't! I'm surprised this story is getting some attention from others, it's nice to know I'm writing something that other people are interested in. I've noticed there aren't very many Billford fanfictions, and that most of the fanbase for this show ship Billdip (I personally don't like the pairing of Bill and Dipper, it just seems... off to me. With Bill and Ford however, there's a lot of cannon stuff with their past that can be used in writing.) I'm considering doing some side stories and shorts and uploading them along the way, whether they will be related to this story's timeline, I'm not sure. It may vary from time to time.

I hope you had a good day, and if you didn't, maybe this made it better.