This chapter is going to be very awkward for Ford after what happened in the last chapter and what he-unfortunately- confessed to himself. There is also a lot of drama afterwards.

Hehehe... :)

Also, I have decided to create a minimal amount of words per chapter for myself. I'm hoping to get at least a 4,000 words count per chapter, likely more. This chapter is over 6,000 words :3

There IS minor swearing in this chapter. Nothing severe, but hell and crap have an appearance or two... I'm sorry, I really don't intend to use those words often in my story, only when I'm getting deep into the story and the drama, and when I really start to feel the emotions, that's when I tend to feel that those words are fitting once and a while.

You have been warned in advance!

Anyway, Here is chapter 18!

After spending longer outside than intended, Ford finally made his way back to the shack and showed up down in the laboratory, coming out of the elevator. Bill was staring at the Rubik's cube, frustrated, and looked at the other man that entered the room.

"Hey, Sixer." Bill greeted, looking back at his Rubik's cube. Ford gave a short wave as he set his coffee cup down onto a desk.

"So," Bill began. Ford looked up, listening to the demon. "Do you still have plans of me testing that thing you were talking about last night? Some gizmo or something?"

Ford looked at the ground, then back at Bill, nodding slowly.

"Hey, why the long face?" The demon asked, unsure of if he really cared or not.

Ford sighed and faked a laugh. "Oh, sorry," He started. "My legs have been hurting since I woke up."

"Oh, gee," Bill commented sarcastically. "I hope I didn't kick ya' too much last night." He joked with a fake grin and wink.

Ford cringed as his cheeks turned pink at the comment. He quickly turned away from the demon to unnecessarily put away a book to break the eye contact and hide his facial expression.

Bill laughed and folded his arms, setting the Rubik's cube on the desk. "Come on, Sixer. You're clearly bluffing. What crawled up your pants?" He asked. "Maybe when I fell asleep, I was moving in my sleep and-"

Ford threw a book onto the ground and turned to face the demon. "Will you stop with all that?" He practically demanded.

Bill laughed, smirking, satisfied with annoying the other man. "Sorry," He muttered, with a cheeky snicker afterwards as he turned to his side and looked at the ground.

Ford glared and shook his head. I won't last very long if he keeps this up. He thought to himself.

Bill sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Seriously, Stanford. What's the status on that thing you wanted me to test? This stupid cube is making me angry. I'm this close to setting it on fire." He stated, putting two fingers close together. He turned the cube and wondered if he should even attempt it.

"I might spare the cube for now, but I really think I should test out my magic again. Who knows? I cold be all powerful by now!" Bill exclaimed, putting his hands above his head, rolling the spinny-chair in circles as he went backwards along with it.

Ford shrugged. "It's worth a try." He commented. Bill shot up and stopped his chair from spinning.

"Are you serious?" Bill asked in disbelief as his mouth hung open.

Ford shrugged again. "I suppose."

Bill exclaimed in glee and jumped out of his chair to find a book to set aflame. He looked at a bookshelf and took a book labeled: "Geometry." He squinted his eyes at the cover with different shapes and angles. He opened the book and glared at the sight of shapes looking like squares, circles, rectangles, diamonds, and more. He looked up at Ford and pointed to a row of different sized shapes. "Hey, Fordsy!" He addressed, pointing at the shapes and putting the book in the other man's face. "Are you cheating on me with these shapes?"

Ford glared and turned away, not wanting nor bothering to comment on the statement Bill had made. He took the book from Bill and putting it back on the shelf. Bill scowled and grabbed the book once again. "I think I'm going to burn this first." He stated.

Stanford shook his head and snatched the book out of Bill's hands, hugging it against him to keep it away from the demon. "I used this my Senior year of high school. It is still incredibly valuable to me to this day." He stated.

Bill rolled his eyes. "So?" But decided not to say more when Ford glared once more.

The demon looked on the shelf and grabbed a random file filled with papers, holding it up to Ford to see if it was valuable to him, not that he cared.

Ford took the file for a second and flipped through the pages. "It's just some old papers that I don't have any use for anymore." He stated.

Bill nodded and turned to set the file in the middle of the room. He sighed and stretched his arms before doing anything. He looked at Ford who nodded his head as he folded his arms, leaning against a desk and giving the OK for the demon to set it aflame.

Bill raised his hand out in front of him and held it out with the other. He bent down near the file as a minor flame went through his palm. He smirked and made a fist, pointing his index finger onto the file. He tried once more to send a flame to his index finger. He sat there for a moment, pushing himself to let out a flame. It took patience, which Bill was surprised that he had at the time.

Finally, after multiple minutes of waiting, his index finger shot out a flame. His eyes opened wide and he smiled wide, guiding his finger onto the file. Slowly but surely, the flame began to build on the file, burning the top of the manila folder and a few layers of pages that were inside. Bill laughed in bliss as he achieved a goal he had been waiting to obtain for multiple weeks.

"See that sixer?" He asked, smiling wide as he turned to him. Ford nodded and walked over to the file, extinguishing the fire with his shoe by stepping atop it.

Bill huffed and folded his arms. "I was watching the fire grow." He pouted.

"If it continued to grow, it may have been risking other objects setting on fire." Ford informed, sitting down at the ground and picking up a scrap of paper that still showed text.

Bill smirked and looked at Ford. "Is Fordsy proud of me?" He asked, leaning over towards Ford's shoulder and putting an arm on his shoulder. Ford flinched at the movement and turned away, hiding his face in case he reacted in a way he wasn't hoping for. Bill pouted and sighed.

Ford stood up and headed towards his desk drawer to retrieve the emotion-reading device he had been working on.

Bill looked at the device as Ford returned near him, sitting back down. "This is the device I was talking about the other day." He informed.

"It looks like a gun. So it really will hurt me!" Bill exclaimed with a smile.

Ford shook his head. "It won't harm you." He assured.

Bill sighed obnoxiously and collapsed onto the floor, putting his hands over his head. "That's lame, sixer."

Ford sighed. "At least, I don't think it will hurt you." He muttered, intentionally loud enough so that Bill would overhear.

He shot up and put his hands on Ford's shoulders, looking down at the device in his hands again. "What does it do?" He asked, interested once again.

"Will you stop with the physical contact?" Ford asked, jerking his shoulder away from Bill's hands.

Bill smirked and chuckled. "Since when do you care?" He asked.

Ford face palmed and let his hand slide down his face as he sighed, showing his annoyance. "This device should be ready to test." He stated, changing the subject.

Bill nodded and moved across the floor, sitting on his knees across from Ford now, putting his arms outreached to his sides and closing his eyes to show that he was ready to be shot with the gizmo.

Ford stood up and cautiously turned the device on. He sighed and aimed the device at Bill's forehead and looking at the screen.

"Ready?" He asked Bill.

The demon nodded, giving permission.


"What if this isn't our guy?" The black haired agent asked Joe.

Joe sighed. "There's a tracker in the object, this has to be the correct location, Fred."

Fred nodded. "This is a tourist trap, do you think Stanford Pines is selling the item in his gift shop?" He asked, looking down at the miniature tracking device monitor.

"Let's go in and see." Joe recommended. The two agents walked up to the gift shop and opened the door with caution. They saw a few paying customers walking about.

Fred pointed at an older man with an eye patch and looked at Joe. "Is this our guy?" He asked.

Joe nodded and stepped forward. "Stanford Pines?" He called out, drawing attention from Stanley and a young girl with a lollipop in hand.

Stan walked towards the two agents and put a huge smile on his face. "Welcome to the Mystery Shack, folks! What can I get ya'? We have a wide variety of souvenirs to choose from!" He said, grabbing his cane and pointing at a box of bumper stickers, which fell down.

Joe folded his arms. "We have reason to believe you are keeping a stolen object within the perimeter of this household. We humbly ask for it back before we call a search team in the mere future."

Stan set down his cane and took off his eye patch, replacing it with his hat. "Uh, are ya' sure it's here? I haven't stolen anything in the past 6 weeks." He stated, proud of himself.

Fred took a photo of the item from his clipboard and showed it to Stan. The older man grabbed it and looked down at it.

"Look, I haven't seen anything like that lying around here. Perhaps one of my customers in the shop are in possession of it." He tried, hoping to hurry up the current situation and get the men out.

Fred looked at Joe and nodded. "He's right. We should check the customers."

Joe nodded and pointed at the customers, shouting. "Alright, everyone out! Get out of this shop, and don't come back! Run away before I call the authorities!" Joe warned, and watched the customers in the gift shop flee out the door. He cringed as an older woman screamed at the threat, and hurried along with the crowd.

"No!" Stan exclaimed. "Come back! W-Wait!" He tried, but it was no use. The customers were long gone.

Stan turned to look at the two agents and glared. "Alright, ya' shooed away my customers, are you happy now? I'm close to asking you both to leave!" Stan spat, and Joe glared back.

"This is an investigation, you have little to no right to kick us out at this time." Joe stated, putting hands on his hips. Stan folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Just try and stop me." He muttered, louder than intended.

Fred sighed. "Look, sir. We are going to kindly ask you once more. Do you or do you not have this item?" He asked Stan.

Stan shook his head. "I can't help ya' there."

Fred shook his head and looked at the ground in defeat.

Joe looked at Fred, disgusted on how he had given up. He looked and glared at Stan.

"Stanford Pines, you have 45 hours to find and retrieve this item to us, or we will be forced to send in a team to investigate further." Joe stated.

Stan nodded. "Yeah, I got it. Have a good day." He said, carelessly waving his arms and pointing at the door. He waited impatiently for the agents to leave. He knew he would bring this up to Ford, surely it was his doing. Bill had only gotten out of the laboratory once. Stan looked at the ground, trying to recall some other time Bill had escaped the laboratory. He only got out once. I think... Stan thought to himself.


Down in the laboratory, Ford aimed the emotion-reader at Bill once he got permission. He looked at the screen as it attempted to detect the demon's feelings. Ford squinted his eyes as the small screen on the device went blurry for a moment. Ford grunted at gave the side of the device a slight smack. Unfortunately, it only made it worse. The orange and red colors on the screen began to move sideways, along with horizontal lines spacing out across the screen. "No..!" Ford exclaimed, shaking the device slightly, causing vertical lines to show up at the sides moving all squiggly.

Bill opened one eye, looking at the other man as he struggled with the device. Ford put a hand in his hair, frustrated, shaking the device.

"Woah, woah, sixer! Calm down!" Bill exclaimed, rising to his feet and turning to face the screen. "You're gonna break the gizmo!"

"It's already breaking, it's malfunctioning like crazy!" He exclaimed, grabbing the hairs on his head and clenching them in his hand that turned into a fist.

The state of the device did not improve, it continued to malfunction and eventually slowed the process with a grey and white screen with little green spots sprinkled around, and eventually ended with a plain black screen.

Ford sighed in frustration and felt like throwing the device. He lifted his arm and glared at the floor, but stopped himself in motion. Breaking the device would not help in the slightest. The screen had seemed to be working at first, detecting the emotions and beginning to calculate them. Perhaps the device was not 'smart' enough yet.

Ford exhaled and let his posture fail for a moment as he walked over to a desk and set down the device. He put a hand on the desk and put his other hand to his face, rubbing his eyebrows.

Bill folded his arms and approached the man. "What happened?" He asked, curious.

Ford looked at the device, then at Bill, putting both hands down on the table gently. "It was working at first. It was scrolling through an assortment of emotions. It scrolled through emotions like being mad, brazen, sad, annoyed, and then it went crazy! Just... just like that!" He explained, annoyed with the way the result played out.

Bill rolled his eyes. "It worked at first, didn't it?" He asked, not looking for an answer. "At least it did something. Something's better than nothing, unless you would prefer nothing." He added with a smirk. Ford looked at him and tilted his head in confusion.

Bill shrugged. "I mean, if you would prefer nothing, I would be more than happy to light it on fir-"

"No! I just need to give it more time." Ford stated, grabbing the device and keeping it away from the demon, giving off a look of alarm.

Bill laughed. "Relax, smart guy. I don't have enough energy after I lit that file on fire over there." Bill reminded, turning and pointing at the file that remained in scraps on the floor, mixed with ashes. "Who knew such a small flame could actually burn the thing?" He commented with a smile.

Ford gave him a look until his attention was turned to the elevator that opened, showing Ford's brother, Stan.

"Stanley, what are you doing down here?" Ford asked.

Stan rolled his eyes and looked at his brother. "Hey, look, pointdexter. I'm not one of the kids. I spent years down here when you were away in Whoville."

Ford glared and cringed at the way Stan had described his years of tragedy in countless dimensions.

"What's he still doing here?" Stan asked, pointing at Bill. The demon glared and shook his head, looking to his right and suddenly finding a pen that had fallen on the ground more interesting.

Ford looked at his brother, confused. "Do you need something?"

"Yeah," Stan started. "Some agents came over to the gift shop sayin' somthin' about a stolen colored cube. What were those things called?" Stan explained, and scratched his head, looking at the ceiling trying to remember.

Bill looked back at Stan, then ran to Ford's makeshift bedroom.

"Bill?" Ford called out, about to follow the demon. There was no need when he quickly re-appeared with the Rubik's cube Ford had given him in hand.

"You mean this thing?" Bill asked Stan, extending his arm to show the object to him.

Stan nodded slowly, and his eyes widened."You!" Stan exclaimed, glaring over at Bill. "You stole something as pointless as that?" He shot at the demon, scolding him. Bill took a step back, shaking his head. For once, this wasn't his fault.

"Stanley!" Ford shot back, putting an arm in front of the demon in case Stan would attempt to harm him. "Bill did nothing. I was the one that got the cube in the first place, so you don't need to scold him for something that wasn't his fault."

It was the fact that Ford was so quick to defend Bill that scared

Stan put his hands on his hips and took a step closer to his brother. "Then how the hell did you get the thing? I thought I was a criminal!"

"Calm down, I didn't steal anything either. I have no idea why it is said to be stolen. I paid what was on the price tag." Ford assured.

Stan raised an eyebrow at the information. "Well, where did ya' get it?"

"I was driving home the other day and stopped by the month-long November events down near the beach. It reminds me of when we were kids and our parents would take us every year they had the chance." Ford said, smiling at the memories.

Stan nodded and looked down at the ground. "Pa would always win the ring toss and get one of those cakes to take home."

"And Ma would make pies and exchange them for tickets." Ford said with a chuckle.

The twins sighed at the same time, smiling.

Bill folded his arms and sighed obnoxiously loud. "Okay, are you old men done reliving your childhood memories so we can get back to figuring out the deal with this cube, or are we gonna continue taking a trip down memory lane?" He asked the two, rather impatient.

Ford turned to Bill, and grabbed the Rubik's cube, then looked back at his brother. "Actually, there is no need to figure this out," He started.

"What?" Bill and Stan questioned in sync.

Ford looked at the cube, and once more looked over at Stan. "I don't want to take a chance of having to get investigated, it would be too dangerous if the agents found the lab, or you, Bill."

"Why? I'm human, I look normal." Bill commented.

"That may be so," Ford started. "But I can't take chances of letting a dream demon out, especially after that fire experiment."

Bill huffed and folded his arms, turning away.

"What fire experiment?" Stan muttered. The others ignored him.

"So," Ford added, "I'm going to take this in to town and turn it in to the authorities so that we don't have to worry about-"

Bill's eyes widened. "Sixer, no!" He pleaded, taking the cube away from the other and holding it in his arms. "This thing is actually cool, you can't just take it away!"

Ford sighed. "By law, it would be wise to turn it in. I can get a new one for you, I promise."

Bill scoffed and looked at Ford unconvinced. "And what if you're lying?" He questioned.

"You know I can't bluff." Ford stated.

Stan glared at the demon. "Just give the thing to pointdexter, will ya'? He'll get you a new one, anyway."

Bill shook his head and took a step back. "This isn't a regular cube." He informed.

Stan scoffed in disbelief and Ford took a step closer. "What do you mean?" Ford asked, hoping for an explanation.

Bill held it out, but gripped it hard enough between his hands that Ford wouldn't take it. "It was making an annoying 'beeping' sound and it was really strange."

Ford folded his arms, knowing that Bill wasn't planning on handing it to him. "Did it do anything else?" He asked the other.

Bill shook his head and looked at Ford, then back down at the cube. "No, not while I was around," He started. He hummed and put a hand on his cheek, trying to think. He thought of nothing and raised an eyebrow.

"It's as if..." Bill began. Ford nodded, encouraging him to continue. "It's as if there's some sort of secret device insi-" He continued, and shrieked when then Rubik's cube started to glow. The cube shined a bright, blue light between the corners and edges, illuminating all of the miniature squares.

Ford gasped and looked down at the item. Bill tried to form a sentence, but words were caught in a knot. He held his hands out in a cup away from him in case the object were to explode.

"Put it on the ground!" Ford commanded, and Bill quickly obeyed the order. The two looked down at the cube as it was down at the two men's feet.

Stan walked over to the other men and also looked down. "What did you do?"

"Stanley, it would be better if you went back upstairs." Ford stated.

Stan glared. "What, you think I can't handle this? Ya' think I can't handle things like this?"

Ford shook his head and looked at his brother. "You're putting words into my mouth." He stated.

Stan put his hands on Ford's shoulders. "What? Are you trying to hide something from me again? Is there something secret I shouldn't know?" He spat.

Ford cringed at his brother's reaction, and his attention was drawn to the floor as the Rubik's cube stopped glowing, turning back to it's regular state. He jerked his shoulders away from Stan and turned to face the cube.

Bill got on his knees and grabbed the Rubik's lifting it up near his face and admiring it.

"Did you see that, sixer?" Bill began. He was stopped when Ford took the cube out of his hands.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, rising up and trying to grab the cube. Ford turned away from the demon and kept the cube close.

Bill tried to grab it from behind, and Ford turned around and glared at the demon. "Bill, stop!" He commanded.

Stan looked in confusion, unsure of exactly what was going on.

The demon glared and folded his arms. "We need to investigate this, Stanford!" He stated.

"We need to turn it in." Ford shot back at Bill. "This is an object that would be better off with the police. If it was stolen, we have no right to possess it."

Bill scoffed. "You're so boring, sixer."

Stanley opened his mouth to add on to that statement, but shut it, figuring it wasn't the right time.

Ford rolled his eyes. "Right now, I don't really care. I need to turn this in immediately, before something else happens."

"If you're going," Bill started. "I'm going with you."

"Absolutely not," Ford began. "You need to stay here, I can't trust you yet."

Bill laughed sarcastically. "Oh, but you trusted me enough that you let me sleep with you?" He spat.

Stanley wasn't sure if the two forgot he was in the room, or if they were choosing to ignore him. He glared and looked over at Ford for an explanation on the information that had just hit his ears.

Ford glared. "That's besides the point! I regret allowing you to stay. I'll tell you now that it will not happen again." He stated in the tone that sounded more of an order than an assurance. He took a step back, putting his hands behind his back.

Bill shook his head. "I don't believe that," He began, but was interrupted by a man he had forgotten about.

"HEY!" Stan shouted, causing both men to stop and look in his direction in sudden alarm.

Stan folded his arms. "What the hell is he talkin' about, Stanford?"

Ford put a hand in his hair, exhaling fearfully. "S-Stanley!" He stammered. "Believe me, it's not- that's not-!" He tried, attempting to form a sentence. He was in trouble now.

"Oh, cut the crap, Pointdexter!" Stan scolded. "I thought you were losing your mind lettin' the demon live here, but now you're sleeping with him?"

Ford shook his head. "Stanley, that's not what happened. There's nothing between the two of us, honest!" He continued, a wave of fear passing by him.

"Heh, you seem to be gettin' better at your bluffin'." Stan scoffed, turning around to exit the laboratory by opening the elevator, fuming.

Ford's heart sunk. What am I going to do now? Stan has the wrong idea. There's nothing between Bill and I whether I like it or...

Agghh!

Ford sighed in annoyance with both himself and the situation.

Ford turned to face the demon once his brother left the room, glaring. "You have the absolute worst timing! You made it sound worse than it really was!" He exclaimed, showing his anger.

"Like you said, that's besides the point. I'm coming with you whether you like it or not!" Bill stated, glaring back at the frustrated man.

Ford sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "What's so important about coming along, anyway? Did you come back with your group of friends?"

"No!" Bill spat. "Come on, sixer! All I want is to go out of this stupid basement and see some scenery in the outside world. Is that so much to ask?"

Ford felt a bit of guilt at the way he stated that fact for a moment, even though he shouldn't. Could he, or would he, honestly trust that everything would go smooth? With Bill around, things never go smoothly, there's always something in store, and it's rarely something good. However, if he didn't, Bill would likely complain about being bored over and over, and how he was powerless. Bill couldn't make deals anymore, so Ford's every move relies on trust.

There is something in Ford's head, telling him that this would be a horrible idea to trust Bill once again, and that the demon was just trying to reel him in to yet another friendship, only for his bond...and his heart... to be broken.

Bill has changed. Ford thought to himself. At least... a little.

But, is it enough change? He continued as the room remained silent. He's still the same mischievous dream demon he was three months ago, even if his powers are locked away at the moment. He couldn't have changed, he has done little to nothing to prove it.

Ford folded his arms. Then again... I've never really given him a second chance.

What if someday, Bill found a way to regain full power, and Ford had never given him the chance to change? At least giving him a chance would show Bill that he is capable of changing in time.

Somehow.

He ran a hand through his thick hair and sighed once more. "Promise me," He started, speaking his words slowly, thinking about what words were coming out of his mouth before and after saying them.

"Promise!" Bill said quickly.

Ford shook his head. "Hold on." He commanded. Bill nodded his head, listening to the other man's words.

"Promise me you'll stay in the car," Ford began. Bill nodded, and Ford continued his deal proposal. "Promise me you don't have some cruel trick up your sleeve."

Bill's mouth hung open and he put a hand on his heart, sarcastically. "Fordsy, I would never!" He stated, innocently.

Ford scoffed. "You had no problem doing it thirty years ago." He said, grabbing the Rubik's cube and putting it inside his pocket.

Bill watched the action and shook his head, holding a hand out. "That's probably not a good idea." He stated.

Ford looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

"You just put the cube inside your lab coat. What if it explodes or something?" Bill exclaimed.

Ford looked in his coat and face palmed, realizing how stupid he had been, and how strange it was to do that action.

"I suppose I wasn't thinking," Ford said, smiling. Maybe he can change.

Ford chuckled. "Thank you, Bil-"

"Ugh, imagine if it blew up while you were driving. I could die! If I'm dead, how am I supposed to get back to normal?" Bill asked, not looking for an answer from the other man.

Ford gave him a look, and spaced out for a moment. It's a start, I suppose.

Bill grabbed the Rubik's cube out of Ford's hands. "Let me take this off your six-fingered hands." He said with a cheeky smile.

Stanford rolled his eyes at the comment, but gave it back to the demon. "I'm going to need it back when we get to the police department."

Bill smirked. "No promises."

"Bill," Ford warned.

The demon rolled his eyes. "Jeez, calm down, Stanford! I was only kidding." He said, his voice lowering into a mutter as he looked to the side.

"We should get going, the sooner it's turned in, the better." Ford said.

Bill chuckled. "Yeah, you better get this away from me before I find some sort of secret code." Bill said, raising an arm up and waving his fingers above his head in a sarcastic manner. The Rubik's cube illuminated blue once more, then opened at the corners, revealing cords and small objects that connected to a small box with a silent countdown.

"Woah!" Bill shrieked, tossing the object out of his hands. The cube began to fall to the ground in circular motion. Ford's eyes widened and he was quick to snatch the object before it fell. He turned the opened part towards him, looking down at it.

Ford squinted his eyes at the miniature mechanics, examining the wires like the scientist that he is. He looked up at Bill and lowered the cube gently onto a desk. "It's definitely counting down towards something. And if the object was stolen and is needed back urgently, when this countdown reaches zero, it must not have a good result."

Bill folded his arms. "Maybe we shouldn't turn it in."

Ford shook his head. "That wouldn't be a good idea. It's clearly needed elsewhere." He stated, as Bill walked towards him.

"If it's a timebomb, shouldn't we destroy it?" Bill asked, using his head.

For shook his head. "Also not a good idea. Destroying property that belongs to someone else could easily result in the owner suing us."

"Or..." Bill continued. "We would be hero's!" He exclaimed, putting his arms up in the air. Ford shook his head in disbelief.

"We need to turn this in," Ford stated.

Bill shook his head. "We need to turn this off!" He argued, glaring. "Use your head, sixer!"

"I have been, and clearly you aren't!" Ford pressured.

Bill pushed the other man away and grabbed the cube from the desk. Ford exclaimed in alarm and reached an arm out to grab the Rubik's cube from the demon's hands. Bill jerked his shoulder away and escaped the other man's reach.

"Bill!" Ford exclaimed in frustration. "Put it back! Are you out of your mind?"

Bill shook his head. "No, I'm using it!" He exclaimed, and extended his arm with the cube in his grasp, chucking it at the wall. The cube bounced off the wall and hit the floor. Bill rushed towards it and stepped on the Rubik's cube, stomping on the countdown screen and the wires beside it. Grey smoke came out of the cube, and Bill dropped to his knees, picking up the item, smiling in approval at the sight of the countdown being put to a stop.

"No!" Ford exclaimed, rushing over towards the broken cube, falling to his knees beside Bill. "Do you have any idea what you've just done?" Ford questioned, fuming.

Bill nodded. "I stopped the timer!" He said, thrilled with his 'save'.

Ford glared and grabbed the remains out of the demon's hands. "How are we supposed to explain this to the police?"

"We don't," Bill suggested. Ford shook his head, and Bill laughed. "Kidding. Let's just say it got crushed after it got run over by a car over in the parking lot?"

Ford shook his head once again. "That doesn't sound convincing at all!"

Bill scoffed. "Do you have a better idea, smart guy?"

Ford sighed. "Tell the truth."

The demon exhaled obnoxiously at the idea. "Lame!"

Ford glared. This would be quite a story. He can't bluff, he would have no choice but to admit the truth.

There's chapter 18! I'm sorry for the language, but I hope you enjoyed the drama!

About the agents, the characters Joe and Fred weren't ever in the show, they just look like regular people who could potentially work for the government? I don't know :3 They aren't exactly OC's since I don't have any type of backstory or drawings for them, I just figured those would be suitable names for what's going on now...

And what will happen in the future!

I just want to warn you that I change the cover design on this story from time to time! Unfortunately, you can't really post art you have made on here other than submitting it on the Image Manager, so I think it would be cool if I made a cover design that would fit what is happening in the story! For example, I am working on one where Ford is holding the Rubik's cube when he gave it to Bill in a previous chapter.

New chapter should be up in about a week!