Okay, this chapter is where this story REALLY starts to get intense. If you are attempting to read this chapter without reading the last chapter, I highly suggest you read the last chapter first so that you understand what is happening.

I wonder if the beginning of this chapter is relatable for anyone, the way that Bill thinks about the rubiks cube? I'll admit, I can relate to the one-square-left problem that he gets here the most out of all of his troubles with it :/

As a warning, there is minor use of language in a part of this chapter.

Here's chapter 20!

Hours.

Bill had been working on this puzzle for Hours now, and he still couldn't solve just one side! It was beginning to make him go crazy. What was this? What is the point? Every now and then, he would get oh so close to solving one side by matching all nine colors. But no, he would get eight of the nine colors correct on a side, and would become deals of his moves. If he make a wrong turn, everything would be mixed up all over again.

What were the tricks?

Stanford had mentioned something about tricks earlier, but what were they? Bill had been sitting in the same chair for longer than he knew. It as now reaching 1:00 in the morning.

Morning already? Bill though to himself. Ford had gone to sleep hours ago, confident that Bill would put away the cube and get some sleep. The way Bill was focused on this cube proved otherwise.

I could go wake Sixer up and ask for the tricks. Bill thought to himself. He stood up from the chair and headed towards Ford's makeshift room, assuming this was a good idea. He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open in a quiet maner, surprised that the door didn't make a noise when it was opened.

Bill crept over to Ford's bed and noticed there as a lamp. He figured it would be best not to turn on the lamp at the moment, even though Bill would love to see the grumpy look on the others face. Bill took a deep breath and set the cube on Ford's side table, putting his hands above the man and forcing them down on him while yelling "SIXER!"

Ford felt panic at the way he had been awoken, and shot up straight from his pillow and sitting on his bed, looking around the room only to realize he didn't have his glasses on. He reached to his left and got his glasses from his side table that held his lamp and a small drawer.

He quickly applied the glasses in front of his eyes and looked at the other man in the room, still alarmed me concerned for what was going on.

"Bill! it's 1:00 in the morning!" He started. Bill nodded and turned on the other mans side lamp without giving context of reaction to Ford's statement. "What's wrong?" He asked Bill.

Bill grabbed the rubiks cube from off the table and held it in front of Ford with a smile plastered along his face. Ford sighed. "What about it, Bill" he questioned.

"You said you know the tricks. So teach me some!" Bill stated, forcefully.

Ford just rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Can't this wait until later? When I'm awake?" He asked. "Besides," Ford added. "it's best to figure it out on you're own."

"You are awake, Sixer!" Bill defended. " And I can't figure it out! I as in that chair for three hours straight trying to figure this thing out! " He exclaimed.

That's not healthy. Ford thought to himself. He sighed once more and shook his head. 'Bill, please-" he started, but he stopped his sentence when Bill walked over to the other side of the bed and sat atop, the cube still in hand.

"Cmon, Fordsy! Help me out here!" Bill pleaded. "This thing is making me angry." He said with a pout, as he looked up at the one he was addressing.

Ford rolled his eyes at the child-like behavior coming from the demon. But, to Bill's surprise, Ford adjusted his hair a bit and took the cube from Bill.

The demon squealed in delight in a rather unnecessary high-pitch. Ford cringed at the sound but looked around the cube.

"Can we compromise?" Ford asked. Bill nodded his head slowly unsure of what the compromise would be. "I will give you a trick to solving these if you help me with a device in working on later in the day." Ford proposed.

Bill squinted his eyes. "Is it gonna hurt me?" He asked. Ford looked over at Bill and shook his head.

"I assure you, you won't be harmed." Ford assured.

Bill scoffed. "No dice." He responded with a glare.

Ford put the rubiks cube back in Bills hands. "I'm not going to hurt you just for your own enjoyment, that's cruel." He stated, which made Bill stay silent for a moment.

"Oh, please." Bill started, rolling his eyes and breaking the silence. "After everything I've done?" He asked, not looking for an answer.

Ford sighed. "I'm not going to help you just so I can harm you." Ford stated, reaching for the lamp on his side table to turn it off.

Bills eyes widened. "Fine, fine!" Bill surrendered. "I'll test your dumb invention of you help me with this thing!"

Ford sighed, but nodded. He took his hand away from the lamp, keeping it on and facing shoulder-to-shoulder with Bill. "Okay..." He started, hesitantly. "Do you see this white color in the middle of the cube?" Ford asked Bill.

"No." Bill said with obvious sarcasm in his voice.

Ford grinned for a moment, then continued. "Keep the white in the middle and make a cross with the same color by using quarter turn rotations" He explained. " Make it all white nd leave the corners a different color. "

Bill nodded. "Now what?" He asked.

Ford put the cube back into the hands of Bill once again and made eye contact. "You'll have to figure that out yourself." He said with a shy smirk. Bill folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Sixer! That only confused me more!" He complained.

Bill overheard a short laugh Ford let out. "Then you better get to thinking in the morning." Ford advised. He leaned over to his lamp and shut off the light, laying down on his side and taking off his glasses. He pulled the covers atop of him, and his eyes fluttered shut. Morning. It was already morning. Ford thought until he began drifting off to sleep.

Bill took the covers and pulled them over him as well, laying on his back and looking Ford's direction, snickering silently.

It wasn't silent enough, to Bill's disappointment. Ford awoke before he got the chance to fall back asleep, and looked at his lamp, avoiding eye contact with the other.

"Bill," Ford muttered in annoyance. Bill looked over in the other man's direction, and responded with a "what?".

Ford sighed and turned his head to face the other man. "It's late, go back to your room and get some sleep." He instructed.

Bill rolled his eyes and glared at the man. "I almost was asleep, until you woke me up! Thanks a lot, Sixer!" Bill scolded. Ford rolled his eyes.

"Bill, please, it's too early for this.-" He tried, but was stopped in words when Bill let out an obnoxious sigh.

Ford shook his head, clearly annoyed as Bill stated; "I like it in here, It's comfy. You won't even know I'm here, Fordsy!" Bill stated and assured with a slight smirk on his face.

Ford exhaled and groaned. "Once." He started. "Once and never again."

Bill nodded his head and ruffled Ford's hair. "Good boy!" Bill mocked, smirking as he tried to hold back his laugh.

Ford squinted his eyes and pushed the demon away. He lay back on his side, as did Bill. The two didn't speak another word, and they both drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes.


"Sir, we have new detections of the stolen item." A strange man with short brown hair working at a computer informed. A man with black hair and a suit with a dark grey suit on stepped towards the man and looked down at the screen.

"Find the newly found location immediately." The boss demanded, to which the worker nodded his head. He pointed to the computer screen.

The boss hummed in suspicion as the worker spoke. "It seems to be coming from that tourist trap in the woods, Agent Powers!" He exclaimed.

The man mentioned glared at the worker and slammed his fists on the desk. "That's MR. Powers, to you!" He said in a harsh manner, causing the worker to jump in surprise. "My brother was nothing but a disappointment to this business. I will not tolerate being put under his disgraceful name!" Mr. Powers stated.

"Do I look like an idiot to you?" Mr. Powers asked, not looking for an answer as he sent himself stomping out of the room, shoving a security guard aside from the door he had entered from, causing the guard to drop his clipboard at the action. his mouth hung open and the guard shook his head at the lack of disrespect.

The worker shook his head and sighed, turning to another worker with short, black hair on the other side of him. "Would you obtain the file on this specific object that is so special to Mr. Powers?"

The other worker at a separate computer stood up, nodded, and headed towards the file cabinets. He found the file and took the manila folder out of the cabinet. The worker with black hair walked back over to the desk and opened it up.

"Hey, what's so special about this file anyway, Joe?" The black haired man asked.

Joe looked at the file and shrugged. "Agent, Erm- Mr. Powers doesn't inform me on much of anything. He's been keeping a lot from us. Not just the two of us, but this whole company."

The black haired man hummed and turned away.


Ford woke up the next morning and rubbed his eyes, confused of what time it was. Something felt like a dream to him. He was reaching out to grab his glasses and turn on the lamp, and noticing a slight tug on his torso, blocking him from sitting up easily. He looked down and his stomach and noticed Bill's arms were wrapped around him. His face flushed at the contact. He jumped and was quick to remove Bill's hands and get off the bed in case the demon would wake up.

Ford grabbed his glasses from off of the nightstand and looked at the sleeping man before approaching the door. He smiled for a moment, noticing how peaceful the demon could be when he was asleep. He brushed the thought away and headed out of his room, trying not to make a sound.

He closed the door and looked around the lab as his eyes continued to adjust to some of the colored lights of machines. Ford decided he would go out for a short walk after grabbing a quick cup of coffee.

Meanwhile as Ford left the laboratory, Bill awoke and sat up, quick to flinch at his location. This wasn't where he had gotten used to waking up, where was he? His confusion didn't last long as he was quick to remember he made the choice to sleep in this specific location for the night. He looked to his left and noticed the other man had left the room. Bill figured he should get up and groaned as he turned, his feet touching the ground as he ran a hand through his short, blonde hair.

He looked around the laboratory after leaving the bedroom and did not see Ford anywhere. He folded his arms and sighed, looking back inside the bedroom and glaring at the Rubik's cube that was left on the side table. He was quick to go back and retrieve it, sitting down on the bed.

Bill lay down on the side the other man had previously been on, mainly because it was closer to the nightstand. He put the Rubik's cube above his head and looked up at it, glaring and turning the sides and using the trick ford had taught him if he screwed it up. I'm going to conquer you. Bill told the cube in his head, forgetting to use his words. It wouldn't matter, it's not like the cube could hear him...

…Probably.

Ford made his way to the kitchen and greeted his niece and nephew who sat at the table eating bowls of cereal. The twins waved and Mabel shot up. "Hey, Grunkle Ford!" She beamed. The man smiled and waved back to the girl. "Do you wanna' see the sweater I made for Waddles?"

"I would like that." Ford answered with a grin. Mabel nodded and called out to her pet pig, who exclaimed from the living room and darted towards the kitchen in a pink and yellow sweater. Mabel lifted the pig, showing the design of a yellow dog eating a taco.

Ford laughed at the design, but admired it. "You sure have a creative talent, Mabel!" He complimented.

Mabel smiled and waved Waddles arms around as she spoke. "Hehe, it's in my blood!" She explained, pointing to her arm. The other man nodded and took the pitcher out of the coffee machine, pouring some coffee into a stainless steel bottle he had claimed as his own multiple months ago after finding them being sold in the gift shop. He took a small sip at the coffee and smiled approvingly of the taste.

"Great uncle Ford, where is Bill?" Dipper asked, setting down the spoon in his cereal bowl. Ford nearly spit out the second sip of coffee he had taken. He flinched forward but managed to keep the liquid inside of his mouth. Dipper clearly noticed the reaction and raised an eyebrow. "Is he still here?"

Ford nodded slowly, looking at his niece as he took another slow sip of coffee. He noticed the boy's raised eyebrow and sighed. "Yes, Dipper. He is, in fact, still here." He informed. Dipper nodded, hoping his uncle would continue speaking.

"I'm sure he will be here for quite some time..." Ford continued. Dipper groaned and let his head fall, looking up at the ceiling. "However, I can assure you that you have nothing to worry about. As long as I am nearby, no harm will come to you or this family." Ford assured.

"How is that supposed to make me feel better, what if you're not nearby and he tries to kill someone?" Dipper asked, frantically. A figure showed up at the doorframe and Dipper jumped in surprise, seeing the redheaded teenager he had a crush on throughout the summer.

"Hey guys, I just heard Thompson tried to swallow a loaf of bread. Also, why are you guys talking about murder and killing?" Wendy Corduroy asked.

All eyes in the kitchen landed on her, and she laughed uncomfortably.

"Wendy, what are you doing here so early?" Dipper asked, hoping to change the topic as soon as possible.

Wendy shrugged. "I had nothing to do today, I figured I'd stop by early today to hang out with my two favorite twins." She said with a smirk, ruffling Mabel's hair and tipping Dipper's hat.

Ford saw this as a good opportunity to leave the kitchen before he was questioned further. He felt guilty for not opening up to his family about Bill, but what could he say? The last thing he wanted would to have the children alarmed rather than feeling safe while under the same roof as the demon. He sighed and opened the front door of the shack to head out into the forest.

He looked around, admiring the morning scenery and putting a hand through his hair. A cold breeze past by and he shivered for a moment, regretting not putting on his lab coat over his maroon sweater.

What am I going to do about Bill? He asked himself. Ford had been noticing Bill communicating with him a lot more recently, which frightened him inside. He was deeply concerned that the demon was trying to win his trust all over again, and stab him in the back all over again.

He sighed and looked down at the ground, continuing to walk on half-visible path in front of him. What is Bill's plan? Does he have powerful capabilities? He asked himself. The man stopped walking and stood frozen, realizing a foolish mistake he had made just recently. If Bill has any form of powerful capabilities, let alone a blade of some sort, he could have easily killed me in my sleep. Ford bit his lip and put a hand though his hair, glaring at his clenched fist. Dammit, how could I have been so foolish? It was bad enough staying unconscious in the same room!

He continued walking, hoping to rid of these thoughts.

I'm not reliving this nightmare. I never should have made that mistake. I let my guard down, and I'm losing my senses altogether. I need to put my act together and make sure not to relive my past. Ford told himself. No matter how cute of an act he might play, I simply cannot trust him again.

Ford's eyes shot open, not likely because of the caffeine in his coffee, but the way he had just formed that last thought.

His stomach began to turn as he thought over it again.

He already was reliving his past.

If his guard was truly up, if he truly didn't want Bill anywhere near him, he would have sent him out of the room last night. Ford growled and kicked a tree, clenching his head and shaking it.

His past was returning. What was so alluring about the demon that made it feel as if Ford had been controlled? He knew he wasn't being controlled, it had been his action and his decision to allow the other to stay with him, and Ford knew he was already regretting it.

"Dammit," Ford muttered under his breath. "Dammit, Dammit!" He exclaimed, throwing himself onto the ground and landing on his knees as he put his head in his hands. How could he possibly be falling for a horrible demon who tried to end the world? Sure, he and Bill had a past of friendship, but Ford had only been stabbed in the back by the other. Bill never truly saw him as a friend and yet Ford used to hope they could be more.

There's nothing Ford could do about this. He had to take care of Bill for who knows how long. Ford wished this could all be over. That everything would be okay and he would never have to see or hear of Bill Cipher ever again until his heart gave out. Ford also wished Bill would learn to be good. He doubted that would ever happen, which just angered Ford more knowing that no matter where his emotions took him, Bill simply wouldn't change.

"Please..." Ford asked to who knows who under his breath. "Things were just getting back to normal."


Mr. Powers paced around the room after returning to retrieve the file.

"This stolen object, we must retrieve it!" He demanded, looking at his employees.

Joe raised his hand with caution. "Agent- Er, um,.. Mr. Powers?" He began.

Mr. Powers glared at nearly being misnamed, but drew the attention to Joe. "Why is this stolen object so important? It's just a harmless Rubik's cube."

"JUST a harmless Rubik's cube?" Mr. Powers started, slamming his fists in front of Joe's desk. Joe flinched at the action and looked up at his boss.

Mr. Powers glared. "It's not just a cube. It contains power that we cannot afford to lose. If it falls into the wrong hands, Gravity Falls will be in great danger, along with this entire business!"

Joe nodded and sighed, afraid of asking any further questions.

"If we don't retrieve this object in 48 hours..." Mr. Powers spoke, his hands behind his back as he looked out a large window.

The employees in the room waited for his words.

"I will have no choice but to send a search team to find the object in it's location."

There's chapter 20! Some action and a plot for this story's first adventure! I may have gone a bit far with Ford's emotions, but I hope it was worth it. Sorry for the minor swearing in that bit, I figured it was the best way to set the mood.

New chapter should be up soon!