HEY! It's Whinkx From the future! April 15th of 2020, to be exact. Before this begins, I just wanted to say that I had made these chapters BEFORE I had ever gotten the chance to read Journal 3. In these next chapters, the object will be called a "Rubik's Cube" Instead of a "Cubik's Cube" Because I had no idea that those were the names in the Gravity Falls universe. I'm sorry.
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There are minor mentions of blood in this chapter.
Here's chapter 16!
Bill had been laying down in the middle of the cold floor for the past hour, doing absolutely nothing. He was bored, and wanted something to occupy himself with. He didn't feel like taking out his dresser's drawer again, even though it would annoy Ford. Sure, it would be nice to see the look on the other man's face, but he didn't feel like doing that at the moment. He didn't know what he felt like doing, he just wanted to something productive.
He looked at the elevator and noticed that Stanford had been gone for quite a while now. He had trusted Bill enough to stay down in the lab until he got back from the store. Sure enough, to Bill's own surprise, he had obeyed and did not go up to the shack.
But the boredom was beginning to eat at him. He considered going up to the living room, mainly to see the look on Dipper and Mabel's faces, or Ford's brother, Stanley. He considered it, then denied it. He would only get yelled at, and-
-wait.
He would get yelled at. He would get on other people's nerves. Bill plastered a wide grin across his face and sat up. He gave it one final though, and shrugged, not really caring what the consequences would be.
He went up the elevator and up the stairs, snickering as he opened the vending machine. No one was inside the gift shop, so it would be easy for now not to be seen.
Bill walked into the "Employees only" door, and found himself standing in the living room. He smirked and drew his eyes to the TV, noticing that it was not occupied. He walked over to the couch and sat down. The screen was off, so Bill looked for the remote.
The remote wasn't hard to find, because Stan would always keep it on the arm rest. Bill lay back in the chair and pressed the red button on the remote control, causing the TV to light up. He cringed at the sudden sound, but realized quickly that it was only the TV that had made the noise. He quickly got the hang of the main controls and flipped through multiple channels. To his defeat, nothing looked interesting.
He stood up, not bothering to turn off the TV, and walked off to the kitchen. He noticed a few apples laid down on the table. His eyes lit up at the sight of it. He walked over and grabbed one of the honey crisp apples and put it up to his mouth, taking a large bit out of it.
Bill forced the apple away from his mouth, unamused at the texture. It wasn't soft, and it felt strange. The sweet flavor filled his mouth, but he cringed after tasting another taste, something that he knew was not part of the apple.
He yanked the apple away and spit the food out of his mouth. It landed on the table, and Bill looked down at it. There were chucks of apple scattered in an area, and a bit of blood atop of it. He noticed the taste was still in his mouth. He looked into a spoon and noticed one of his teeth to the left of his mouth had fallen out.
It has gotten loose the day before, as he continuously punched himself in the face for amusement. The apple seemed to have knocked it out.
The small blood flow had began to come to a stop, and Bill pouted at the recovery. He picked up his tooth from on the table and shoved it into his pocket snickering. Surely he could pull a prank on someone with it.
I'd like to see Sixer freak out when he sees this laying around somewhere. Bill thought to himself, and left the kitchen, not bothering to clean up his mess.
Bill made his way to the front door and opened it. The door was no longer blocked by the carpet, as Bill had done the day before. He walked outside and shut the door behind him. When he looked around at the scenery he noticed little children laughing. It didn't sound like Mabel and Dipper. No, the laughter sounded too young.
He followed the sound and found that he stood nearby the gift shop, realizing it had opened since he had passed through. He saw Stan in his normal work attire along with Soos. While Stan and Ford were away at sea, Soos had become the new "Mr. Mystery". Stan was proud of Soos, but figured out he still had a lot to learn. Stanley made himself Soos's mentor for the time being. Soos had no problem with it, he was happy to pick up some extra advice.
Bill looked around and saw a young boy fall down from the steps of the gift shop. He snickered at the young boys reaction to the pain, but was stopped when a figure tapped his shoulder.
The demon turned around, alarmed, noticing a young woman who appeared to be in her mid twenties standing before him with a map.
"Sir? Hello," She greeted, smiling at Bill. "I was hoping you could give me directions to Pendleton?" She said, pointing to her map. Bill looked at the map and squinted his eyes at all the small lines and dots scattered around the paper.
He cleared his throat and thought for a moment. "Umm..." He started, continuing his thought. He tried to recall places he had visited back when he was in his original form.
"Pendleton is about 200 miles from Portland." Bill stated, shrugging his shoulders. That's all he really knew. He wasn't sure of how to read that map, as it was made up of lines, dots, graphs, and colors.
The woman hummed and nodded her head. "Really? A stranger said Pendleton was as close to Portland as he knew. I'm really just trying to get home." She said, laughing for a moment.
Bill sighed. "I'm not much help, sorry lady." He folded his arms and looked over at the mystery shack door. "Perhaps the old man in there would be of more assistance," He stated pointing to the gift shop.
"And while you're in there, you may be interested in purchasing one of many unique pieces of merchandise?" Bill added, a smile plaster along his face.
The woman nodded. "Great, thank you!" She said, heading towards the shack.
Bill watched the woman head over and folded his arms. What was the point in helping? He could have gotten the woman totally lost. His thoughts were inturupted by an arm resting on his shoulder. He looked to his side and jumped at the sight of Stanley standing before him, laughing.
"Hey, slick! You'd make a great employee at my shack. If you can reel in customers that easily, you've got yourself a job!" He stated, putting his hands on his hips, lifting his eyepatch and winking at the other man.
Bill laughed awkwardly, and took a step back, hoping to get out of the situation before he couldn't do anything about it.
Unfortunately... it was too late for that.
"Hey.." Stan started, squinting his eyes. "I think I-" He continued, and jumped back a bit at the realization of who he had willingly encountered.
"You!" He exclaimed, pointing his finger at Bill. "How did you get out here? Aren't you supposed to be down in the lab... 'ya know, forever?"
Bill rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips. "You know, old guy, I may be mischievous, but I'm not some lab rat." He stated and glared.
Stan glared back at the other and shook his head. "With everything you've done, you might as well be." He shot back, not caring about his harsh tone towards the demon.
Bill laughed sarcastically. "Oh, please. I hear that enough from your dumb brother. Don't even bother pulling that one out of the bag."
Stan growled and pointed his cane up onto the bottom of Bill's chin, causing the demon to lift his nose up in the air to avoid the object.
"Look, wise guy, my nerdy brother may be strict with 'ya, but that's nothing to what I'll do if I see you causing trouble at any time. You stay away from the kids, and you'll be lucky if I cut you some slack." Stan told the demon.
Bill scoffed and grabbed the cane, forcing it down onto the ground and away from his chin. He had forced it more rough than intended, and the wooden 8-ball cane forced down onto Stan's foot. The man glared and held his foot, exclaiming in pain, then stomped his foot down and grabbed the other man's shoulders.
"Go back to where you should be. Sixer said you shouldn't be up here anyway." Stan stated. Bill didn't move and Stan hissed.
"GO!" He yelled out to the other, and Bill shoved Stan before walking off back to the shack.
Stan growled and took a large step forward, eager to give the demon a piece of his mind, or... fists. He was stopped by his name being called by the handyman, Soos.
"Mr. Pines!" Soos exclaimed, waving an arm, motioning for Stan to come over to his location. Stan took one final look at Bill and scoffed, but instead headed towards Soos.
"Your brother came back, he's over there trying to figure some device out." Soos informed Stan once he had stopped in front of him. Stan looked over the other man's shoulders and noticed Ford leaning against his car, with a strange device in his hands. Stan nodded his head and walked towards his brother.
Stan snuck up behind his brother and extended his arm from across the other side of the car, calling Fords name which caused the other to jump in surprise.
"Whatcha' got there, pointdexter?" Stan asked his brother. Ford looked at his brother, annoyed of how easily he had been jump scared.
Ford showed the strange device to his brother and looked at it again. Stan reached his hand out to grab it, but Ford pulled it away. Stan rolled his eyes at the reaction and looked at his brother.
"Well?" Stan asked again. "What is it?"
"It's a mechanical device used to read emotions. It's not finished yet, and I'm not sure if it is completely functional yet. From what I know, it can read sadness and anger. I am still unsure if it can read any other emotions." Ford informed his brother, and looked down at the device, examining a couple of wires that were poking out a side of the gun.
Stan folded his arms. "It looks like a gun or somethin'. Does it do anything to hurt people?" He asked, looking behind him and seeing no sight of Bill.
Ford shook his head. "No, Stanley. That wouldn't make much sense." He stated. "Basically, you point at the person you are trying to read, and you look in this screen that faces you when you are pointing it. This screen will tell you just what emotion the person you are reading is currently feeling."
Stan shook his head and laughed. "That sounds useless." He stated.
Ford rolled his eyes and looked at his brother again. "I figured if I finish it successfully, I can use it to get more answers from Bill. He's been quiet recently, and I'm stuck on my research."
Stan nodded, agreeing. "If he can't give you all the answers you need, what's the point of keepin' him around the house?"
Ford looked up and glared at his brother. "My house." He reminded, and didn't fail to notice Stan's eye roll. "He's not a machine, Stanley. Some things he may not know. I just don't always know for sure if he is being honest with his lack of information, and that's where this device comes in handy."
Ford's brother looked at the device once again. "What're ya' gonna call it?" He asked, pointing to the object in his Ford's hand.
Stanford shrugged. "I don't have a specific name for it, but it may be wise to leave out 'gun' in the name. Otherwise, it may alarm Bill and continuously change his emotions to fear."
"What's it to you?" Stan asked, not caring about the demons emotions whatsoever.
Ford scoffed at his brother and folded his arms. "Stanley, if he is feeling fear, how am I supposed to obtain accurate results?" He asked.
Stan just shrugged. "What's it to you?" He asked, reversing the question. Ford shook his head and stared at his brother.
"Are you honestly asking me that?" Ford questioned.
Stan laughed at the reaction and gave his brother a pat on the back. "Try not to stay up all night workin' on that gizmo, pointdexter."
Ford watched his brother walk off back to the gift shop. He opened the door of the gift shop and scolded Wendy for placing the merchandise incorrectly, 'speaking' loud enough that you could hear it from outside. Ford walked away from the car and headed towards to the front door to prevent customers questioning the project in his hands.
He stood on the front porch of the shack and opened the door, shutting it and heading towards the kitchen.
Ford stepped foot into the kitchen and walked towards the table, about to set his emotion-reading device on the table. Before it touched the table, Ford jumped back and wrapped the gizmo in his arms, confused and disgusted what was laying on the table.
He grabbed a paper towel and cleaned up the mess that had been left behind. He assumed it was Stanley, as he had a habit of uncleanliness at times. He opted to drop the situation for the time being, as it wasn't of much importance.
The device was set on a chair before Ford went to wash his hands. He turned on the water and it started off cold. He gave the water a moment to warm up, putting a couple of dispensable drops of soap on his palms before putting his hands in the water.
Meanwhile, Bill had returned to the living room instead of going back down to the lab as Stan had instructed while his brother had been gone. He heard water running in the kitchen, and scrambled off the one-seated couch, tripping on a pile of pillows and hitting his elbow on the armrest. He hissed in delight through clenched teeth and got on his knees, rising up from off the ground. A piece of string that had been made into a large circle and tied by Mabel earlier in the day wrapped around Bill's foot.
The demon didn't realize the string that had made its way to his ankle, and crawled behind the couch after hearing the sink stop running. He knew it was Ford that had been in the kitchen, the demon saw him come in the door. Thankfully, Ford hadn't seen him in the living room, so Bill assumed he could get away with his hiding spot behind the couch.
Ford walked into the living room and noticed the TV had been left on. He shook his head and sighed. He noticed a line of pink yarn on the ground, scattered a good length away from the yarn ball it had come from. He grabbed the ball of yarn and began rolling the stringback into the ball. It didn't take long for the string to tug a bit.
He raised an eyebrow and wrapped the string towards the couch, walking closer and closer. He stepped on a Chipacker. he lifted his foot and scoffed, seeing the small, crushed bits that were spread out. What was up with his family today? Not cleaning up messes, and not bothering to turn off devices.
Devices.
Bill cringed, realizing there was a string wrapped around his ankle. He was quick to remove it as Ford rushed out of the living room to retrieve his emotion-reading device he had forgotten. Once Bill had removed the string off his ankle. He stood up and stretched his back after being huddled behind the couch in an uncomfortable position.
He looked around the room and figured now would be a good time to leave the living room before Ford came back. Unfortunately... It was too late for that.
Ford turned the corner and jumped back a bit, putting a hand in his hair after being startled by the demon standing in the living room.
"Bill, what do you think you're doing up here?" Ford questioned, stern with his words.
Bill just shrugged innocently, making eye contact with the other man. "I was watching TV, what do you think I was doing?" He asked sarcastically. He pointed out the TV that had been turned off by the other man.
Ford glared at Bill and shook his head, not caring about the story at the moment.
"You disobeyed me," Ford started. "I left you alone and figured you could handle it."
Bill pouted and put his hands on his hips. "Hey, I lasted one whole hour down in that basement of yours!" He stated. "Besides, I got bored."
"That's not a very good excuse. At the very least, you could have waited for me to return before coming upstairs." Ford began. "And yes, I understand boredom. And I'm sorry if you felt bored while I was gone,-"
"Woah, Sixer! Don't go jumping to conclusions and making up a little conspiracy theory." Bill scolded, smirking sarcastically and putting his hands above his head as if forming a rainbow when he said 'conspiracy theory'.
Ford raised an eyebrow and Bill scoffed, laughing for a moment. He looked at Ford, who was taken aback by the way he had spoken so suddenly.
"Don't go thinking I missed you. I'm even more bored when you are around, then I can't do anything without getting scolded." Bill said.
"Wait, what?" Ford questioned, not really wanting an answer to the half-question he had spoken aloud.
Bill put his arms straight in front of him, clenching his hands into fists, and lifting one hand over his forehead dramatically. "Take me away, Sixer!" He commanded, as if he were some prisoner that had gotten out of his cage.
Ford shook his head at the behavior, and Bill snickered. He folded his arms as Ford opened his mouth to speak.
"As I was about to address," Ford began once again. "While I was in town, I figured I would pick this up." He stated, reaching into his lab coat pocket and taking a square object out.
Bill scoffed at the object. "What, you picked it up just to get back at me with shapes now that I'm not an all-knowing triangle anymore?"
Ford shook his head and smirked at the way the other had addressed the object. "No," He stated, saying the word half-sarcastically. "It's called a Rubik's cube. I figured it would keep you occupied for a while. They can take a while to complete if you don't know the tricks to them." He said.
Bill walked towards Ford and took the object from his hand. It was a square that was made of other small squares.
"What, do you take the little things apart and put them back together again? Lame!" Bill commented.
Ford shook his head and pointed at the different colored sides. "No, you mix up the colors by twisting the sides, and then you attempt to match up a certain color all on one side."
Bill raised an eyebrow, and Ford chuckled, taking the cube from the demon's hand. Bill folded his arms but watched the old man twist the colors around.
"Hey!" Bill exclaimed, scrambling to take the toy back after witnessing Ford mix up the colors. "What the heck, Sixer?"
Ford rolled his eyes. "Try and match one side with the same colors." He commanded.
Bill glared down at the object, but obeyed. He twisted the cube a few times and successfully got four red sections to match up. He twisted one side right and lost one of the red sides, only leaving three reds on the same side.
The demon sighed, annoyed. "This thing is impossible!" He complained. Ford laughed and shook his head.
"It just takes some practice." Ford stated, smiling to replace his laughter, trying not to offend the other.
Bill shook his head. "How do I practice something I don't know how to do?" He questioned.
Ford sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "You know how to use it now, all that's left to do is solve it correctly, try practicing strategies." He said, pointing at the cube. "It takes time, believe me. It took me over an hour to solve just one side completely before I learned the tricks to it.
Bill's eyes widened. "Teach me those tricks, please Sixer!" Bill pleaded, about ready to get down on his knees to show that he wasn't acting.
Ford smirked and looked at the other man. "You'll just have to take some time and figure it out yourself, won't you? You are all-knowing, aren't you? " He questioned, jokingly.
Bill glared. "I will figure it out! I don't need you! I don't need your stupid tricks to this stupid cube!" He exclaimed.
Ford tilted his head and smirked. "Really?" He challenged. "Prove it." He said, and motioned Bill to follow him.
Bill sighed dramatically once again and followed Ford back to the lab, looking down at the Rubik's cube, attempting to solve it.
"Thishc is stupid." He mumbled, as the two had gotten into the elevator after heading down the stairs.
Ford looked at Bill, confused. "Say that again?" He said.
Bill turned to the old man and glared. "Are you finally of need of hearing aids, sixer? I said thishc is stupid!" He exclaimed.
Ford looked at the demon, clearly noticing the way that he failed to say 'this' at times. He had only noticed it once and a while, but decided not to think much of it.
"Open your mouth really quick," Ford commanded.
Bill looked up at the other and glared. "What are you gonna do, shove a rock down my throat?" He questioned.
Ford rolled his eyes and took a step closer to Bill. The demon deicded to obey the request, and Ford quickly noticed a tooth at the side of his right cheek was missing. He remembered the mess of apple chunks and small drops of blood on the kitchen table he had cleaned up earlier, and realized that it had been from Bill.
"You knocked a tooth out?" Ford questioned.
Bill shook his head. "I bit into an apple that had been left on the kitchen table and ate it. I spit out the apple when I felt my tooth come loose." He admitted. Ford nodded, believing the story. He didn't know where the missing tooth had gone, and he most likely didn't want to know.
"Ugh, I don't think I'll forget that feeling of losing that tooth anytime soon. Out of all the pain I've usually given myself, that was not fun." Bill admitted again. That was no lie that the demon had told.
There's the end of this chapter! Again, I'm sorry for the minor wait in posting this chapter, the next chapter should be up within the next week, depending on how fast I want to upload. If you guys have any ideas for the story, I'm open to them! Any suggestions are appreciated (:
I hope you enjoyed this chapter :3
(As a side note for the small group of people who bother to read these author's notes, I have begun a small side project for any times I get writers block on this story, or any times I feel like writing something else. It's on my profile called "Mabel and the Hogg!". Each chapter is a different short story of fun little moments between Mabel and Waddles! The first one I have posted was about Waddles annoying Stan, and, fortunately for him, being too cute to be scolded seriously by Mabel.)
Bye for now!
