Sorry for the wait on this chapter, I was writing a story request by a user that consisted of two chapters. I wanted to take a short break on this story to work on theirs so that the project wouldn't get delayed.

If you've ever watched the TV show Grimm, The interrogation room in this chapter looks very similar to the one in the show.

YOU KNOW WHAT'S FUNNY? I made a reference to MCR in my last chapter, and a few days later (On Halloween) I find out they're going ON TOUR for the first time in over 6 years! Don't try and tell me to stay calm! (:

Here is chapter 24!

Stanford and Bill were driving back home, assuming everything was okay. Assuming that there weren't people following them. Assuming that there wasn't an angry agent back at the police station, and that there weren't police officers coming to take them back to the station for Interrogation. However, assuming did them little to no justice as Bill noticed a blue light flashing against his passenger seat window. He raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look at the back window of the car, noticing a police car following after them. "Sixer..," Bill warned, a shiver going up his spine.

Ford looked at Bill for a short moment, then looked at where the other man was looking. He too noticed the police car and rolled his eyes. He put his eyes back on the road and spoke his question aloud. "Should I just stop here and see what they need?" He asked himself.

Bill glared and put a hand on Ford's shoulder as if he were some sort of idiot. "Are you crazy?" He practically scolded. Ford looked at him for a moment in confusion, and drew his eyes back onto the road. "Stanford, they're clearly following us because they found the truth about the cube. They're gonna arrest us if we stop!"

"And if we don't stop, we'll get in even more trouble!" Stanford said back, looking at the demon for a short moment before looking back onto the road. He clenched the steering wheel tighter with his hands and sighed. "This isn't good," He muttered. He turned to the side of the road slightly, pulling over and putting his foot down on the brakes.

Bill raised his eyes and shook his head in alarm. "Sixer, what are you doing?" He asked, clear alarm in his voice.

Ford sighed. "The right thing." He stated, nearly coming to a complete stop. Bill shook his head and grunted, scooting over closer to the controls and taking the wheel. Ford looked over at him as his eyes widened. "Bill, what are you doing?" He asked in alarm, trying to move the demon away from the steering wheel. Bill tightened his grip and took his left foot, pressing down on the peddle in an attempt to continue driving. Ford grabbed his wrist and tried to jolt it off the steering wheel. Bill glared and shove his hand away, grabbing the steering wheel once more.

"Bill, cut it out!" Ford exclaimed. He understood that Bill was nervous, but he didn't want to get in more trouble with the police than they already would be. And with Stanley putting crimes on his permanent record as he was posing as him all these years, he couldn't afford to get into more trouble with the law.

Bill shook his head, trying to move the vehicle. "Sixer, we have to go! I don't want to go to jail! You can't let them take me away like this!" He wailed.

Ford shook his head and sighed, pushing Bill away. Bill folded his arms and glared, sitting back down into his seat. Ford put the vehicle back on the side of the road and looked at the demon with remorse. "I won't let them hurt you." He assured.

Bill scoffed. "I don't care if they hurt me, I don't want to be alone again!" He said, glaring at Ford with grief shining in his eyes.

"Again?" Ford questioned. "What do you mean again?" He asked, looking at Bill with concern.

Bill looked behind him and scoffed. "That doesn't matter. The police are already here to take me away." He stated, looking out the window and away from Ford. Ford sighed and through his drivers window to see Sheriff Blubs walking towards the car. He rolled down the window and looked at the police officer, trying to keep a straight face.

"Stanford pines?" Blubs questioned, and Ford nodded. "You better have a good explanation for this."

Ford opened his mouth to say something. I have to confess. There's nothing else I can do. The thought to himself, biting his lip.

Bill listened in for a moment and turned to face Sheriff Blubs as he put a hand on Ford's shoulder. "Hey, don't blame him for this, man!" He exclaimed. Ford looked at him in confusion, but decided not to say anything. "This is my fault, anyway. My Fordsy had nothing to do with this." He half-lied.

"Even if you're telling the truth, he seems to be your getaway driver." Blubs stated, folding his arms. Durland walked over, listening in to the conversation.

Bill shook his head. "Only because I bribed him," He lied. Blubs raised an eyebrow. "You promise men who are aging extra kisses, and they accept just like that!" Bill exclaimed, with a snap of his fingers for show.

Blubs chuckled lightly and looked down. "I know the feeling," He muttered to himself. He quickly looked back up and glared once more. "What was your name again, young man?" Blubs asked the demon.

"Bill," He answered. Blubs raised an eyebrow, hoping for a last name. "Bill pines." He informed, putting his hand overtop of Ford's to give a sign to the police officers, also to cover Ford's fingers so that the officers couldn't see if there was a ring or not.

Ford looked down at their hands as Bill clasped them together. He exhaled through his nose so that he wouldn't draw attention to himself. Part of him felt afraid in some way, but it wasn't too strange to him on why the other part of him didn't mind the gesture. He just looked back at the officers and smiled.

Deputy Durland looked down at the clipboard given to him last minute, when Mr. Powers had jotted down a few sentences of instructions. He squinted his eyes at the words and tried to identify them. "Well, Bill Pines, we're going to have to..," He said, slowing his words as he honestly tried to read the instructions.

Blubs looked at Durland and sighed. "I've got it, Edwin." He muttered, grabbing the clipboard and reading what was written. "Bill Pines, you're temporarily under arrest for the crime of destroying private property, and deeply upsetting Agent- Uh, Mr. Powers." He said, muttering the last bit and correcting his name error.

Deputy Durland sighed and shook his head, looking at Blubs. "Shucks... now that I think about it, he'll be really darn mad when we get back to the station." He said, mainly to himself. Blubs nodded and agreed with the statement his partner had made.

"Bill Pines, you're coming with us." Sheriff Blubs stated, folding his arms and looking through Ford's side window.

Bill glared and held onto Ford's hand tighter. He wasn't sure if the urge to hold on was anger flowing through his human flesh, or the fear of being alone with people he hardly knew- if he knew any of them at all. He looked at Blubs, keeping his glare. "I'm only going if Sixer gets to come with me." Bill stated, not even noticing he had clenched his teeth together as he spoke.

Blubs raised an eyebrow. "Sixer?" He asked. "What are you talking about?" Bill motioned his head towards Stanford, pointing a finger towards him for a better answer. The sheriff continued his raised eyebrows, and he folded his arms. "Now what kind of nickname is Sixer?" He questioned.

Bill rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak. "What kind of last name is Blubs?" He shot back in defense.

Sheriff Blubs just stared for a moment, then looked at Deputy Durland. Durland shrugged. "The criminal seems pretty emotionally attached to his boyfriend. I don't mind keeping him at the station along with him. If Bill doesn't have him by his side, he might not wanna talk."

It didn't take long for Durland to convince the other officer. Bill and Ford stepped out of the car and were escorted towards the back door on the police car with handcuffs around each others wrists. Bill stepped in to the back of the car first, and Ford stopped himself just as he was about to enter. "Wait..," He muttered. He looked at the police officers. "What about my car?" He asked, concerned.

Durland just shrugged. "What car?" He asked back, confused.

Ford rolled his eyes and looked at Durland. "My car, that I just stepped out of?" He said, looking over to where he had parked the car. Edwin turned and looked over where Ford was looking. He noticed the car and stayed silent for a moment, noticing the car tipping sideways towards a large pit. His eyes widened at the state of his car. He attempted to put his hands in his hair, but was stopped by the handcuffs. Ford scoffed at the situation and looked at his car once more, the vehicle only on two out of the four wheels now.

Durland folded his arms. "That car?" He asked, pointing.

Ford nodded slowly, his mouth still hung open in disbelief. He watched the car as it continued to tip sideways, eventually stumbling on a group of rocks and falling into the deep pit with a loud and painful 'THUD!'

He sighed deeply, upset that his car was more than likely beyond use at this point. Durland motioned for him to enter the back of the police car and he obeyed the order, stepping inside and sitting down.

Bill looked at the upset man and gave a small smirk, hoping to make a joke out of the situation. "Well, at least you can get a new one and take care of it this time, instead of Fez using it for so long and leaving it all in shambles." He stated.

Ford nodded and chuckled slightly while Deputy Durland shut the back door. "I suppose so," Ford said, then lowered his voice severely. "By the way, how long are you planning to keep this whole 'couple' act running?" He asked, looking at the other.

Bill shrugged. "I dunno. It was the only thing I could think of at that time, and it seems to be working pretty well. How long do you want to keep it running?" He asked the other man.

Ford raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" He questioned. It was the only thing he could think of that wouldn't leave him totally embarrassed.

Bill just shrugged. "I mean, I never really asked you how you felt about the whole thing. I just kinda went with the idea."

Ford nodded slowly. He felt a bit of comfort realizing that Bill wasn't just caring about himself during the event. It felt nice that Bill even bothered to bring up the situation while they had a moment to themselves. "Well," Ford began. "I don't mind it much if it can help our situation." He said truthfully.

Bill nodded, and bit his lip, slightly disturbed by a thought that came to him. "What if it doesn't help? What if it fails and the police find out my real last name?-"

"They couldn't do that," Ford assured. "There is no record of your existence as a human, no record of your birth. Unless your human form that you are currently in originally belonged to someone else, even then you would have a different last name." He stated. Bill nodded once more and sighed, looking down at the ground. Ford raised an eyebrow at the behavior. "What is it?" He asked.

Bill shrugged at closed his eyes for a moment. "What if..," He began slowly. "What if worse comes to worst and we have to..." He continued, muttering and drawing his eyes down to the floor.

Ford understood what the other was trying to say and shrugged as he nodded slowly. He sat in silence for a moment, neither of the men bothering to speak. Ford finally sighed and opened his mouth to speak. "Well," He began, but was stopped by the sound of Sheriff Blubs and Deputy Durland opening the front doors to the police vehicle. Bill and Ford sat there quietly and said nothing else on the way to the station.


Soos was in the gift shop, sweeping the floor for what had to be the fifth time today. Stan walked into the gift shop counting a stack of cash. He looked up and rolled his eyes at the handyman's behavior.

"Soos, what're you doing?" Stan asked, placing the money on the cashier counter and folding his arms.

The handyman looked up at the old man and gave him a small smile that gave Stan multiple reasons to be suspicious. "Oh, sorry, Mr. Pines. I guess I just really like the floor to be clean." Soos said, chuckling and drawing his eyes back to the floor quickly.

Stan grunted at the words. "Soos," He groaned. "You've been sweeping the floor every hour of every other day. What's goin' on?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in question.

Soos sighed and shrugged, not looking over at Stan. "I've just got a lot on my mind, that's all." He muttered, deciding to put away the broom and pretend to fix something.

Stan squinted his eyes and unfolded his arms, instead itching his neck. "Alright Soos, just stop with all the sweeping. The floor doesn't always need to be all spic-and-span, 'ya know." He stated, putting his hands to his sides and walking back into the living room.

Soos sat down on a barrel chair neat the front door once his boss left the gift shop. He reached for an object in his short pockets and took out a folded photograph. He unfolded the photograph and gave a small smile at the person in the picture. "I'm really worried, Melody." He muttered to himself, and to the photograph as if his girlfriend was there with him in the same room as he spoke.


The ride to the police station wasn't long. If anything, it was quiet and filled with worry. The car got so quiet that Sheriff Blubs became suspicious and had to ask Bill and Ford why they weren't speaking to each other. Both shrugged and looked out their windows.

The walk to the interrogation room was surprisingly peaceful and quiet, save Bill grabbing a pen from the front desk and nearly stabbing Deputy Durland in the eye with it 'unintentionally'. When they approached the room down a couple of halls, Ford and Bill were stopped in front of the door for a moment as Edwin and Daryl spoke to each other.

Ford looked over at Bill as the demon looked through the small glass pane window on the door. Bill's facial expressions didn't seem afraid or alarmed, and Ford raised an eyebrow at the strange behavior. He looked down and observed that both of Bill's hands were shaking. Could that be his way of showing fear? Ford asked himself. He was stopped in thought when Blubs opened the door and practically shoved Bill inside.

Ford rolled his eyes and walked into the room. Blubs put a hand out and blocked the doorway, looking up at the other. Ford raised an eyebrow and Blubs shoook his head. "You have to stay out here." He stated.

Bill looked at him and glared. "No, he should stay with me." He shot back with his teeth clenched. Blubs gave a look towards Durland and Edwin shrugged.

"I don't know what the rules are 'bout all this." Durland said slowly, itching the back of his neck.

Bill looked at Durland and he opened his mouth to speak. "You said so yourself, Deputy," He addressed. "If I don't have Ford by my side, I might not want to talk."

Durland looked at Daryl, and the other officer shrugged. The two police officers looked at Bill and spoke in unison. "I don't see why not." They said. Bill smiled and nodded, motioning with his head to come into the room. Ford cracked a small smile and walked in, impressed with Bill's choice of action.

The two police officers were about to walk into the interrogation room, when Mr. Powers stood by the door, glaring at them and motioning for them to get out. Durland raised an eyebrow and Powers muttered something to the two that had to be somewhat threatening now that the two men were running away in alarm, Durland exclaiming his fear. Mr. Powers shook his head and watched them leave down the hallway. "Idiots." He muttered under his breath.

Powers closed the door and motioned for Bill and Ford to take a seat. The two sat down in wooden chairs; Bill in the middle, and Ford sitting in another one to the left of the other chair.

Mr. Powers walked over to the other side of the table, his arms folded. He cleared his throat and looked at Bill with his eyes squinted for a moment. "Do you know why you're here?" He questioned. Bill just gave a shrug of his shoulders as his answer, and Powers scoffed at the answer. "What exactly were you trying to pull off?" He asked. Once more, Bill just shrugged, keeping a straight face.

Mr. Powers growled and clenched his fists, slamming them onto the table. "Use some words, you dimwit!" He stated. Ford gave a glare at the way he had addressed the other, and it went unnoticed by the other two in the room. Powers glared at Bill. "Where is the real cube?" He asked with force in his voice.

Bill glared back and scoffed. "I'll give you some answers once you tell me why you need this cube so badly!" He shot back.

Powers grunted and hesitated. "And why must I respond to the one being interrogated?"

Bill smirked. "Because," He began. "If you want answers from me, I'll need some answers from you, first."

Powers rolled his eyes. "Oh please, you are in no way entitled to an explanation."

"Who knows?" Bill started. "I might not know what exactly it is we're talking about if I don't get a couple answers.

Mr. Powers glared and clenched his teeth together. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." He stated. Bill just shrugged and gave him a mocking smirk. Mr. Powers scoffed at the reaction given and sighed in a low pitch. "Very well..," He began, thinking his words through before he would speak them. "This specific cube that I'm looking for has special meaning to it- er, to me," He informed, putting a hand on his heart.

Ford could see right through his mess-up of words. He listened in, folding his arms and looking at Powers. It almost seemed as if the agent forgot that he was sitting right beside Bill, because Mr. Powers kept looking at Bill. Only Bill. Even when he was speaking, his eyes wouldn't leave the demon.

Mr. Powers put a hand on the wooden table, balancing on it as he leaned over a bit. "I can't afford having to deal with someone taking or finding the cube. It must stay with me. Under my protection." He stated.

Ford looked up at Powers and folded his arms. "Why you're protection?" He asked literally.

Mr. Powers raised an eyebrow. I almost forgot about him. He thought to himself. He put his hands on the table in front of Ford. "What was that?" He asked, impatient on getting an explanation.

Stanford shrugged slightly. "Well, you seem very attached to this cube, but why exactly do you need to keep it with you, all on your own? Why not have extra help from the other agents to help keep it safe?" He asked. "Or..," He continued. "Is there a bigger story to this that you don't want us to know?" He asked the agent.

Mr. Powers glared. "As I said earlier to your little friend, You are in no way entitled to an explanation, and I am not required to share my reasons." He said. Ford gave him a stare, deciding not to comment on at the moment. He wanted to hear a bit more before speaking again. "Now," Powers continued. "Bill, answer my previous questions."

"How do you know my name?" Bill asked. "I never told you." He stated, folding his arms and glaring in confusion.

Powers rolled his eyes. "Edwin Durland and Daryl Blubs filled me in." He informed.

Bill nodded. "Alright, well..," He began slowly. "It's kind of an embarrassing story." He said.

"Proceed." Mr. Powers commanded.

"Well..," Bill started. "It was what we thought was just an ordinary Friday,"

"We?" Powers asked. Bill pointed his index finger at Ford and Mr. Powers understood. "Continue." He commanded.

"We, uh..." Bill started, scratching his neck. He looked over at Ford for a few seconds, giving an apologetic look for what was about to come. "We were down in the basement, getting it on, and the cube knocked over from off one of the desks and crashed onto the wall, falling down to the floor and breaking into several pieces." He explained.

Ford looked over at Bill, completely mortified at the way that Bill had explained the situation. He looked down at the chair legs to hide his face from the agent, hoping he wouldn't bluff at a horrible time, and hoping to god that his face wasn't flushed.

Mr. Powers rolled his eyes and scoffed sarcastically. "Why on earth would you do such a thing with an old man?" He asked the demon in confusion.

Bill glared at Powers the moment the question left his mouth. He stood up and clenched his fists, slamming them down onto the table and causing Powers to flinch slightly. Bill stared down Mr. Powers, and sparks of blue flame began to erupt from his palms, the flame moving out of his palm from in between his fingers. The flames moved all around his fists, not even burning his skin. Mr. Powers looked at the reaction in alarm. Bill glared. "What did you just say?" He asked, his voice turning a bit more familiar to Ford. It wasn't the normal, human voice of Bill that he was getting used to, no. Bill's voice began to echo just like it had when he was a triangular shaped demon.

Mr. Powers exclaimed in fear and jumped back, a shiver going up his spine. Bill continued to glare at the agent. "Hah! You're just as vulnerable as your brother!" He mocked. "And I'm done playing this game of Clue! I wan't some more answers from you!" He stated, his voice echoing in a way that had caught Ford off guard a moment ago.

Mr. Powers stuttered and his mouth was acting incapable of producing words at the time. He was hoping that this was all a dream. It seemed like a dream. Maybe he would wake up and open his dresser in his bedroom to find the cube safe and sound. By the looks of it, that wouldn't be the case. "U-um..," He began. Bill walked around the table and took a step closer towards Powers. The agent took a step back to keep a not-so-safe distance between them. "Well, the cube... it-it isn't mine." He explained.

Bill and Ford both raised an eyebrow in unison. Ford stood up, folding his arms and looking at the agent for further answers. "Who's was it?" Ford asks.

Mr. Powers stays silent for a moment, not wanting to give the information asked for. Bill growled and more flames erupted from his palms, the flames working up his arms slowly but surely. his eyes illuminating a bright yellow light as a warning of life or death to the agent. "ANSWER HIM!" Bill demanded.

Mr. Powers screamed and tripped on his own foot as he backed up close to the wall, and he collapsed to the floor on his side. He looked up at Bill with his mouth hung open. "W-wait!" He pleaded, putting his hands up in front of him. The agent's vision became blurry, and he found himself unable to speak. Before he knew it, he was out cold.

Bill looked at him and smirked at the way the agent had reacted. "I won..," Bill mocked in a dizzy tone.

Ford looked down at the fallen agent and mentally questioned if he should go get him help. He turned to the door as it flung open, the door crashing into the wall. Ford looked at the person who had opened the door, and noticed a small, familiar figure standing there. "Fiddleford?"

The man mentioned nodded. "You betcha!" McGucket exclaimed, closing the door behind him. "I heard 'bout the situation around here and I've been lookin' around fer him all week!" He exclaimed, pointing down at the ground at Mr. Powers.

Ford looked at McGucket in confusion. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you since-" He began.

"The end of the world?" McGucket finished. Ford opened his mouth to speak, but closed it, nodding slowly. "Yep! I got a new house up on the mount'in!" He informed with a grin plastered along his face.

Stanford smiled at the news. "Fiddleford, that's great!" He exclaimed.

McGucket nodded, and looked over past Ford. "What happened to him?" He asked in confusion. "I noticed he was in here, but I never asked what he's doin' on the ground all unconscious like that." He said.

Ford looked over at Powers, then back at McGucket. "Well..," He began. "He fainted."

"Fainted?" Fiddleford asked. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but thought it would be better not to bother asking. "Aw, nev'rmind. I have more important business with him to handle."

Ford raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" He asked.

"He stole my gizmo I'd been a-workin' on!" Fiddleford informed. "He took it away and hid it away. I thought it was gone 'fer'ever, but then I saw that interview on the news and knew that it was still out somewhere. So, I went lookin' for it!" McGucket explained, folding his arms.

Ford nodded. "But, where did he find the cube? How did you lose it?" He asked.

McGucket shook his head and put a hand out. "There'll be time for that another day. In the meantime, it'd be best if ye' took yer' friend there home- wherever home is for the young fella." He pointed out to the other man, pointing at Bill who had also fainted onto the ground sometime during their conversation.

How did I not notice him like that before? Ford asked himself. He felt a bit of guilt for not paying enough attention. "I feel pretty irresponsible for not noticing earlier." He muttered.

Fiddleford nodded slowly and waved as he grabbed hold of the doorknob. "Keep in touch, will 'ya, Stanford?" He asked.

Ford nodded and smiled. "Of course!" He said.

McGucket smiled back and left the room, waving goodbye as he walked down the hall. Ford folded his arms and turned to face Bill, getting down on one knee and rubbing Bill's shoulder gently. "Bill," He called out quietly to see if he had just fallen asleep. Bill flinched a bit and turned over on his side, his eyes not opening.

Ford sighed and tried again. Still, the demon didn't wake up, his eyes didn't open. However, he was still breathing and he didn't seem to be in any pain, so Ford put one hand under the other's back, and his other hand behind his legs, making sure to be gentle as he lifted Bill from up off the ground tenderly in a bridal-style way. Bill shifted a bit at the motion, and muttered something softly under his breath that Ford couldn't quite understand. He must be talking in his sleep. Ford thought to himself.

He walked past the wooden table, taking one last look at Mr. Powers. The man was still down on the ground, out cold due to fear. Ford assumed it would be best to leave before something worse happened. He walked over to the door and twisted the doorknob as best as he could, opening it to leave the room. He turned around and closed the door once he got out.

Ford looked around the building and noticed the main exit was just a couple halls away. He began walking and looked down at Bill, noticing the demon nuzzling his face against his neck and snuggling against him while Ford held him in his arms. Ford gave a small smile and looked up, walking towards the door.

As he walked down the hall, Ford stopped as he noticed a lady screaming at a person at the front desk. She seemed angry, as if there were something personal going on. He looked around, trying to find a way around the drama. He heard a crash at the desk and he flinched, looking back over at the lady. She had knocked over a piled of books in frustration, and she fell to the ground in tears. Ford wished he could help the woman, but he had a job of his own at the time.

Ford looked to his right, seeing a door that led to the 'research room'. He considered going through that way since there was a sign saying it was 'temporarily closed.' He walked over towards the door, and a raging man pushed out of the room, slamming the door against the wall and carrying a cellular phone in his hand, practically scolding the other person on the other line. Ford cringed at the foul words overly-spoken to the anonymous person, and Ford turned around, walking back towards the interrogation room and deciding to go down the other hallway.

He turned the corner and was surprised to see it empty. He smiled at the state of the hallway and walked down it, seeing a sign for another exit down to the left. He turned the corner and came to a quick stop, almost running into a woman with a box of donuts in her hands. Ford took a step back and the lady put a hand over her heart at the jump scare.

"I'm really sorry about that." Ford said in a quiet yet apologetic tone, remembering that he was carrying the demon in his arms.

The lady shook her head. "No, I wasn't looking where I was going. It's not your fault." She assured. Ford nodded slowly and noticed the woman looking at Bill with confusion. "Hey, I think I've seen him before..." She muttered to herself.

Ford raised an eyebrow. "You have?" He asked.

The woman nodded. "Yeah, he took a stop by at the donut shop I work at one time. I'm not surprised that I remember him, he wasn't the average customer." She said with a chuckle. Stanford opened his mouth to speak, but closed it, deciding not to question. Ford read her name tag that was on her shirt, and it read 'Karen'. He looked down at Bill, then at the woman.

Karen tilted her head in thought. "By the way, what is his name?" She asked.

"Bill," Ford informed.

Karen nodded. "That's a nice name. Well if he remembers me, tell him I said hi and that I work day shifts every other day if he ever want's to hang out- er, stop by." She said with a smile.

Stanford nodded slowly and watched Karen walk past him and turn the corner to go to the correct place. Ford sighed and continued walking. How many friends has Bill made in Gravity Falls? He asked himself.

He walked down the hall, still seeing it as empty. He looked down at Bill to check on his state. The demon seemed to be at peace. By the looks of it, he was just sound asleep at this point. Whatever had wiped him out earlier must have begun to wear off, at least a bit. Ford could feel Bill's slow breaths on his neck. Bill seemed to be a sound sleeper after multiple noises had interfered with his slumber, not to mention the constant moving of footsteps.

Ford looked through the pair of double glass doors and noticed a car that had just pulled in to the back parking lot, into a parking space that read '5 minutes'. A young man came out of his truck, taking a large suitcase out from under a dark grey colored tarp secured onto his trunk. He took the suitcase and was walking towards the front door.

He must be dropping something off. Ford assumed. Remembering that his car was earlier devoured by a large pit, he needed a way to get himself and Bill home. He considered looking for a taxi, but he was sure that would take a while, and it would be a bit loud. He then considered finding McGucket to see if he could catch a ride, but Ford thought over it again, and wasn't sure if McGucket still had a license, and he didn't think a time like now would be the right time to ask.

Ford took another look at the tarp on the car and thought of an idea. The stranger had parked in a parking spot that he could only stay occupied in for a total of five minutes. He decided to take a bold move that he hadn't tried in a long time. He picked up the idea back in dimension 224, where any synonyms related to 'kind' weren't in their dictionaries. (If they even had dictionaries, that is.)

Ford pushed the glass door open with his shoulder, staying cautious of Bill and making sure he didn't get hit on the side of the head with an edge of the door. He walked outside and looked around for the man. The stranger had entered a door with no windows attached to it, and he walked quickly across the parking lot towards his car.

Stanford took his right leg and stepped onto the small plastic platform against the truck, then used his other leg to step into the back of the truck. He got on one knee and balanced Bill's legs against his knee in replace for his arm. He lifted up the tarp and noticed there was nothing under it save a gas pump and a few crushed soda cans.

He lifted up the tarp and took a step under it. Ford laid down on his side as he set Bill down onto the flooring. Ford put his hand under Bill's head to act as a makeshift pillow. The trip back to the house was bumpy some days, and he knew that Bill hitting his head repeatedly would be painful for both of them. Bill moved his arm a bit in his sleep, placing it atop his chest. Ford just watched for a moment as Bill's hand moved with his torso as he inhaled and exhaled. He ducked his head down a bit more when he heard a man from outside sneeze.

Ford heard the truck door open and close, and it didn't take long for the engine to start up. He sighed and looked up at a small hole in the tarp. The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was a beautiful mix of pink, orange, and yellow shades. He smiled at the sight, and looked at Bill who was still sleeping peacefully.

The truck began to move out of the parking spot, and Bill flinched a bit at the sudden movement. His eyes stayed shut, but Ford could tell he could have woken up if the vehicle had backed up faster. The truck took a quarter-turn to get straight onto the road, and the soda cans jolted to the other side of the trunk. Bill shifted along with at the movement, but Ford put his other arm up against Bill's back to keep him from hitting the side of the trunk and waking up. Ford gently pulled him back towards the middle of the trunk, holding him close and keeping the demon on his side rather than his back.

Bill muttered something under his breath in his sleep, and his face began to show expressions of unease and panic. His breathing became more audible, and he started muttering soft cries for help.

Ford looked at the behavior and looked into Bill's shut eyes in case the other woke up. "No..," Bill muttered. "No, no..., no.." He continued. "Stay.." He whispered. He began to mumble a few other words that Ford couldn't quite hear. He gently brushed away part of Bill's bangs in a soft manner in attempt to comfort the other. Bill shifted a bit, and his facial expressions calmed down. He was more serene now, and he let out a nearly inaudible moan as his head moved a bit, burying itself against Ford's chest.

Ford's face flushed, and he gave a small smile. He knew that the situation would be much different if Bill had been asleep, but he looked so peaceful in the state that he was in now, so Ford let the action slide, not bothering to move the other man. The ride home wouldn't be too long, but part of Ford wanted it to last longer, maybe even forever.

Ford pushed the thought out of his head and sighed. Why can't I get him out of my head? I keep bringing up his personality. He's not all bad, but is he good?

The car ride seemed faster than usual for some strange reason. Ford lifted up part of the tarp, looking up. He noticed a sign up ahead for the mystery shack that led to their driveway, and he had to be fast if he planned on making it out of the tarp in time.

Ford lifted the tarp up more, and grabbed Bill. The demon moved a bit at the contact, and put an arm over Ford's shoulder, still fast asleep. Stanford got on one knee, ready to jump off. He looked ahead and saw one of the many signs, along with the big tree that was beside the smaller signs. Ford put an arm atop of Bill's back, and put his right hand up in the air. He waited for the right moment...

Any time now...

Ford snatched one of the thicker branches of the large tree, grabbing ahold of it and jumping off the vehicle's trunk, swinging on the branch and landing onto the flat ground swiftly and smooth. He looked at Bill but couldn't see his face at the moment.

He walked over to the Mystery shack's front door, staying away from the gift shop entrance. Stanford looked around the yard and didn't see anyone around. He was confident that the twins and Stanley were inside the house at the moment. Ford opened the front door to the house and decided on going to a new room than normal.

Ford had given it some thought for the past week, and was deciding that since Bill was living at the shack with the rest of his family now, he might as well have his own room. It wouldn't be so bad to give the demon a bit of peace and personal space. He was human now, and Ford began to feel bad about keeping him down in the basement for so long.

He walked up the stairs and walked down the second floor's hall, turning the corner and opening a door. The room was a decent size, similar size-wise to the other bedrooms in the house. There was a wooden dresser by the door and against the wall. There was a snow globe on top of the dresser, along with a jar of pens and pencils beside it.

The room was dimly lit without lights on. Across from the bedroom door was a bed with a nightstand beside it, along with a lamp that sat on top of it. Ford walked over to the bed and lifted up the sheet as well as he could, gently placing Bill down on the mattress. He adjusted the pillow slightly, and the demon's head collapsed atop of it. Ford took the sheets and put them over Bill, covering him up to his shoulders.

Stanford gave a small smile, and looked out the window. The sky was shades of pink, purple, and a faint touch of orange. He turned around and ran a hand through his hair, putting his foot out to exit the room. He took no more than two steps forward before he felt a hand grab his wrist from behind. He raised an eyebrow and turned around to see Bill's eyes fluttering open. Ford sighed and walked back over by the bed, getting down on a knee beside the other man. He turned on the lamp beside him to show a bit more light.

"Where are we..?" Bill asked, squinting his eyes and looking around the room. His voice had lost its echo, and was back to his 'human-sounding voice'. Although, his tone of voice was different than what Ford had grown used to. It sounded calm, and less foul.

Ford looked out the window, then back at Bill. "We're back at the shack," He informed. "You must have fainted earlier, and at first you looked incapable of being able to wake up. So, I figured it would be best to just come back home."

Bill nodded and looked at Ford. "I don't remember much, the last thing I can remember is freaking out that despicable, close-mouthed Agent." He admitted.

Ford chuckled. "Well, you didn't miss out on much. While you were unconscious the original owner of the cube took a stop by. And to my surprise, it was an old friend of mine..,"

"Fiddlesticks?" Bill asked in question. Ford nodded, and Bill raised an eyebrow. "What'd he have to say about the whole thing?"

"Well," Ford began. "He said he had 'important business to handle' with Agen- er, Mr. Powers." He said. "So I'm assuming Powers will be in some trouble with the law himself, for theft reasons of some sort."

Bill smirked at that. "He deserves it, that guy's a jerk." He stated, nodding his head, agreeing with his own statement.

Ford smiled and nodded slowly. "Well, he sure got what he deserved at the time, when you scared him into giving up what was really going on. Without that stunt of yours, we probably would have been locked up instead."

"I hadn't planned much of it," Bill admitted. "It kinda just.. happened." He said, shrugging his shoulders.

Ford smirked and adjusted his glasses. "Well I suppose we got lucky." He said. Ford stood up and began to walk away, but Bill called out his name.

"Wait..," Bill asked. "We're at the shack, but where am I?"

Ford shrugged and put his hands behind his back. "Well, you're living here now, and I felt bad keeping you down in the basement for all that time. We can't get a true fresh start if you're being treated like a lab rat. It's not fair to you, and I apologize for my previous actions earlier this month."

Bill's eyes became big for a moment. "A fresh start?" He asked, not sure if he heard correctly. Ford nodded, confirming the statement. Bill sat up, sitting criss-crossed under his sheets. "Why?" He asked.

Ford rolled his eyes. "Does that really need an explanation?" He asked sarcastically.

Bill just shrugged. "Well, I don't know. I mean, you would still want to piece together a broken friendship?"

"Why piece the same one together again when we can start fresh with a clean slate?" Ford stated, a small smile on his face. He took a step back and put his back against the door.

The demon folded his arms and squinted his eyes. "This doesn't sound like something you would normally say," He observed. "Knowing you, you like to hold onto the past. How do I know you're not just trying to change me?" He asked. "I feel like this is all some sick lie to get back at me.

"Try me." Ford said with a smirk, opening the bedroom door and closing it, leaving the room with no other context.

Bill sighed and shook his head, not sure of what to think. A fresh start? He asked himself. What's the point? The only reason he wants a 'fresh start' is so that he'll be on my good side when I find a way to become my beautiful, much preferred dream demon form. I miss it more than I thought I would, and I'm still going to find a way to get back to how I used to be, no matter what Sixer has to say about it.

Bill turned off his lamp and laid back down under his covers. But what's the point? He questioned. I've been in this form for weeks already, and I haven't come across one single solution.

Oh, how the thought truly pained him. Some days Bill wondered if where was any point in trying to return to his original form if there would be no way out in the end. What if there was no going back? There was always that possibility that he had transformed from his original form into this permanently. Was it destiny? Doubtful. Was it payback? Possibly. Bill, the former all-knowing demon, didn't know. He hoped the answer would come to him someway, somehow.

Sure, the answer wouldn't fall right into his hands. At least, he didn't think it would. Would Ford help him? He never bothered to ask, but he confident he already knew the answer to that. To be fair, Ford had said a fresh start, so maybe he could get some help. But should he even risk bringing it up?

All Bill could do was wait. And that. THAT was worst of all.

I hope you liked this chapter! Do you like where this story is going? I feel like it's a decent plot, but I don't know :/ Comment an opinion if you wish :3