Well, our school was going to have spring break anyway, but it started a week early due to Coronavirus issues. I don't think it's here, however it's close enough to my location for people to get concerned about it and take this action. ;-; I hear that a lot of schools are doing this. At first it was only going to go until the 27th of March, however it seems to have extended until April 28th, and possibly longer. I've heard online schooling with our teachers come up, so I guess we'll see what happens.
Okay, remember last chapter when I said I tried to push the chapter out? Well, I forgot to add a semi-important detail that I had planned for the end, so... instead of adding some extra info into the last chapter, I'll just continue from where the last chapter left off; In the forest, with Ford just recently informed about the blackmail situation Fiddleford is going through. I made a pretty foolish mistake, sorry about that...
Anyway, here is chapter 36 of "Welcome Home"!
"Hey, where'd yer' nephew go?" Fiddleford questioned, looking around the forest in concern.
Stanford looked around, and was quick to notice Dipper standing beside a tree, jotting something down in the journal his nephew had showed him earlier in the day. Ford couldn't help but crack a smile at the sight. He was pleased to see Dipper cataloging his forest findings in a journal, just like Ford had done in his past. Seeing his great nephew following in his footsteps was truly an astonishing sight.
Ford pointed over to Dipper. "He's right over there, I knew he wouldn't go far." He said, putting his hands behind his back. He walked past a few trees, walking over towards his nephew and looking down at what he was writing. Dipper seemed very focused when he was cataloging his findings, so Ford didn't wish to disturb.
McGucket, however, walked right up to Dipper, visibly looking at the journal in his hands. "Watcha' writin'?" He asked, adjusting his glasses and squinting his eyes to see the words better.
The sudden presence must have been alarming, as Dipper jumped back in fear as he looked at McGucket. Dipper ended up crashing into Ford, luckily the older man was good at keeping his balance. Dipper adjusted his hat and looked up at his uncle. "Oh, sorry guys." He muttered with an awkward chuckle. "I got kinda...uh, lost in my writing." He said, scratching the back of his neck.
Ford could only chuckle. "I suppose that makes two of us," He began, "I tend to get rather focused when writing. Bill would usually wish to chat or annoy me, and I would end up losing my train of thought." He admitted, adjusting his glasses.
"Oh, yeah," Dipper began, closing his journal and keeping it under his arm. "Where is Bill, anyway?" He asked, tilting his head in confusion.
Ford remembered that the twins were not yet aware of the man's disappearance. He wondered if Mabel had noticed the dissappearance of her friend. Ford put his hands behind his back and cleared his throat.
"Oh," Ford began in a mutter, looking away. "Bill left the shack a while ago. I haven't spoken with him since his disappearance, however I have seen him at a public event in town." He said, running a hand through his hair. "Bill's gone now. I'm not sure he'll come back." He added with a small frown, his hands dropping to his sides.
Dipper didn't seem to notice the frown, hence his small chuckle. "It's about time," He muttered with an eyeroll, putting his hands on his hips. "Bill was a total jerk. I'm not sure why anyone could possibly be upset about him leaving, am I right?" He asked, looking at Ford before looking off into the distance.
Fords fists slowly clenched by his sides at the words, and he was quick to put his hands behind his back once more. "Well," He began in a calm manner, until Dipper gasped intensely.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" Dipper squealed with his eyes widened. The three looked over at where Dipper was pointing. "It's the journals!" He exclaimed, running forward and getting down on his knees to look at the books. "Th-They're here!" He exclaimed, putting his hands atop his hat in disbelief. How did they end up here? Dipper asked himself. A wide grin was plastered along his face at the sight of the previously burned journals.
Fiddleford looked down at the journals with wide-eyes. "My golly, how long have they been here?" He asked, tilting his head.
"And... why?" Ford also questioned. He admitted to himself that he should have felt a bit more excitement at seeing his journals once again. Instead, it was just yet another reminder of his past.
"This... this is amazing!" Dipper said in awe, kneeling down to grab the three journals, stacking them atop each other to make them easier to hold. "I thought they were gone!"
"As did I," Ford said, holding a hand out. "May I see one?" He asked, looking down at Dipper.
"Yeah," Dipper said, handing the top journal, journal 3, to his uncle. "Here."
Ford looked down at the journal in his hands and opened it up. He looked through the pages. Yes, this was, indeed, the journals he had lost. The journals that had been burnt. The feeling of holding his life's work in his hands once more gave him mixed emotions. Relief, but also aggravation. Joy, but also regret. Regardless, there was one question rushing through his head as he held the history of his research in his six fingered hexadactyly hands.
Why?
This was a question Ford just couldn't answer. His 12 PhDs did him no good in identifying the answer to this strange reappearance of the journals. Were the journals burning merely an illusion? Maybe. However Ford would have no for-sure way to predict that, being that he was not present when the journals had been burnt in the first place. If he had seen the event, there may be a possibility that he would have seen past Bill's fire illusion.
"...What does this mean?" Dipper asked, tilting his head in minor confusion.
Ford shrugged at the question he didn't have an accurate answer to. "I don't know." He answered. He looked at Dipper and Fiddleford. "We must head back to the shack at once," He stated, taking the other two journals. "I'll have to run a few tests on these for any signs of DNA or other substances that may give an explanation."
The others nodded in unison. With that, the three retreated back to the shack.
Nothing too interesting went on for the next couple weeks in Gravity Falls. Save Mabel putting on a karaoke concert with Waddles and Gompers, and Stan attempting to shoplift a package of gum, nothing too interesting went on at the shack. Which is the way the twins liked it- more time at the shack meant more time to spend with their Grunkles.
Soos and Melody, however, were still 'deciding' on a name for their unborn child. Melody was in her early 9th month of pregnancy. At this rate, their baby could be due at any time. They hadn't been to the doctors office in months. Dr. Lutwin seemed to be busy recently, however he had instructed the couple to give him a call at the end of the week.
Soos dialed the number on the home phone, and put his face up to it. After a few rings, the couple heard the front desk pick up.
"Hello?" They heard on the other side of the line.
"Hey, Dawg!" Soos greeted. "Uh, I mean, hello." He corrected, trying to sound a bit more formal. Melody just chuckled.
"How may I help you?" The feminine voice asked.
"Does Dr. Lutwin have any appointments?" Soos asked. "We really need to see him for an appointment." He said. Melody nodded in agreement.
The line went silent for a moment as the person at the front desk accessed the schedules on the front desk's computer. After a moment of silence, the worker went back to the phone. "Yes, his schedule is packed for the next two months." The worker lady said. "Quite strange actually," She added in a mutter. "He normally only gets a few appointments per week."
Soos and Melody looked at each other and sighed. "Thanks anyway." Melody said to the worker, and gave a friendly goodbye.
Soos hung up the phone and gave a sigh. "What do we do now?" He asked, looking down at the floor as he sat on the couch.
Melody shrugged, and put a hand on her boyfriend's shoulder. "We could always find another office." She suggested.
Soos then gasped. "That's it!" He exclaimed. He looked at Melody with a smile. "The other hospital accepts check-ups!" He said with a smile.
"The... other hospital?" Melody repeated, raising an eyebrow. "What other hospital?" She asked.
"Oh, there's another hospital in Gravity Falls. It's a lot bigger than the clinic since they handle more critical injuries, but they do check-ups too." Soos informed. "We could schedule an appointment there!"
"Are you sure?" Melody asked. "I mean... have you ever been there?" She asked.
Soos shook his head. "No," He admitted, "But it's an option." He said with a shrug.
Melody hummed, and smiled. "Well, I'm sure it would work." She encouraged. "Do you think we should schedule an appointment?"
Soos just nodded. "Yeah, that would be a good idea." He said. "I really want to know more about the baby."
"Well, maybe a surprise wouldn't be so bad," Melody said with a shrug. "But either way, an ordinary checkup should be done."
"I just hope the baby is healthy." Soos said with a small smile. "By the way, did we... decide on a name yet?" He asked.
"Well, Violet if it's a girl." Melody said with a shrug. "We figured that one out."
"And if it's a boy?" Soos asked, "What would the name be then? Sam?" He asked in a hopeful manner.
Melody was silent for a moment as she looked down at the ground. She sighed and shrugged once more. "I don't know, Soos." She admitted, looking up at her boyfriend. "I really like the name Brock." She said with a small frown.
Soos rubbed the back of his neck, biting his lip and giving a look of guilt. "I mean, it's not a bad name, I just..." He tried, not knowing how to explain. Soos didn't think Brock was a bad name, of course not, he just wasn't sure if he wanted it as the name of his child. He knew that a child's name is the job of two to decide. Melody seemed to like the name for their child- so why didn't he?
At this point, Soos began to hope for a girl so that the two wouldn't have to spend so much time looking for a good name. A name that they could decide on properly. Properly and happily.
It was nearing 1:00 in the afternoon. Bill was on the couch in Karen's apartment, fiddling with the ukulele once more. He had managed a few decent chords. He had considered playing terribly with horrid chords just so that Karen's neighbors would be annoyed with the terrible racket. However, when it came to music, Bill couldn't pass up a chance of making something good. He practiced daily- hoping to top Karen's skill of playing the instrument.
Karen, however, was curiously looking out the large window in the living room. She looked down at the parking lot, hoping to spot her fathers car. She had been standing at that window long enough to the point where Bill began to wonder if the woman had fallen asleep. His confusion ended when Karen let out a high-pitched squeal of delight, throwing her hands up into the air.
Bill cringed at the ear piercing noise and turned his head. He shot a glare towards his new girlfriend in confusion. "What gives, Karen?" He asked, setting the uke beside him and folding his arms. "Did the manager give you a refund?" He asked with an eyeroll.
"No, silly!" Karen cooed with a chuckle. "My dad's finally here!" She exclaimed with one more high pitched squeal.
Bill cringed a second time and sighed obnoxiously. "Would you stop with that?" He asked with a huff. "You sound like Mabel." He muttered.
"Who?" Karen asked tilting her head.
Bill was quick to realize just who he had mentioned. He sighed and shook his head, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. "No one." He muttered once more.
Karen was about to question further, until the sound of her doorbell rang. Her eyes widened. "He's here!" She exclaimed. "Quick, um, fix the couch!" She commanded, scrambling towards the couch and slightly moving the pillows around in hopes of giving the sitting area a perfect look before running towards the door.
She opened the front door to her apartment, a wide grin on her face. "Hi, Dad!" She shouted, waving like a crazy person.
Her dad cringed at the loud, sudden noise, and gave a small wave back. "Hello, dear." He greeted with a half-smile.
Karen looked at her fathers outfit and raised an eyebrow. "Why... why are you in your work uniform?" She asked, a faint frown on her face.
"My work is to be taken very seriously, my dear." Karen's dad responded, walking into the apartment. "There could be need to apprehend the man my group is blackmailing.
Karen hummed before shutting the door. "Still doing the whole blackmail thing, huh?" She questioned with a small chuckle.
"Yes," Karen's father responded with a nod of his head, putting his hands behind his back. "It's mandatory."
"But," Karen began hesitantly. "I thought your job was to help people." She said, running a hand through her hair. "That's what your brother did."
"Tell me, Karen." Mr. Powers began. "Am I my brother?" He questioned.
"Well, no-" Karen began, but was quickly cut off.
"Exactly!" Mr. Powers exclaimed with a glare. "My brother is a disgrace to this industry, to this family! His mistake nearly cost the company a fortune!" He said, putting his hands on his hips and shaking his head in disbelief.
"What exactly did he do?" Karen questioned. When she got no response from her father, that gave her the hint that it was not to be spoken about. She cleared her throat and shrugged. "Well, speaking of family," She began, "You should meet my new boyfriend!" She said with a smile.
"Ah, yes," Mr. Powers began, "Where is this new... boyfriend of yours?" He asked, looking around the room. "Is he here?"
"Yes!" Karen responded with a grin. "Bill!" She called, looking over at the couch.
After hearing his name being called, Bill poked his head up from his spot on the couch. "What?" He asked. He looked over and noticed the man who was Karen's father. Bill's eyes widened at the man whom he quickly recognized from the interrogation, however his facial expression transformed into a smirk when he saw the horrified look on the agent's face.
Mr. Powers eyes were as wide as saucers. He knew those eyes anywhere. Those slit, black pupils didn't fool him for a split second. T...This is my daughters boyfriend? He asked himself in total disbelief. He was absolutely horrified- this man was officially his daughters? Besides just horror, Powers was very confused. Wasn't this man already in a relationship? He questioned. That other man at the police station that he was with... he must know information about this man.
"Y...You!" Mr. Powers stuttered, taking a step back.
Bill smirked and nodded, walking towards the others. "Me." He confirmed, the smirk still apparent on his face. He walked over to Karen and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, causing the girl to chuckle slightly. Karen put a hand on Bill's chest, looking up at him in a loving manner and rubbing circles atop his chest. Bill, however, continued to smirk at the agent in front of him.
"K-Karen, sweetie," Mr. Powers began. "H-How long h-have you... k-known this...m-m-man?" He questioned, his entire body shaking at the sight of the demon standing before him. He found that the word 'man' was the most difficult to speak, as he wasn't sure if this being was a man.
Karen shrugged at the question. "A while," She said. "We became official at the magic festival. Right honey?"
"That's right, carrot cake." Bill cooed, giving the woman a quick peck on the forehead before smirking at the agent once more.
Mr. Powers put a hand in his hair. "C-Carrot cake?" He exclaimed, horrified. He could hardly stand to see this demon-like creature address his daughter by such a nickname.
"Woah!" Bill suddenly exclaimed with a chuckle, looking over at Mr. Powers. "Calm down there! There's no carrot cake here. It's just a little nickname I came up with for your daughter!" He said with a wide grin. "You look like some sort of scared little kid there, Dad!" Bill added with a smirk.
"D-Dad..?!" Powers repeated. "W-why on Earth would you... ever call me such a thing?" He questioned, disgusted.
Bill just shrugged. "Hey, pal. Karen's considering me family, so ya' better start getting used to me as your son in unofficial law!" He said with a grin.
Mr. Powers scoffed. "Karen, dear," He began, "I believe you are making a terrible decision, putting your heart in the hands of this... this thing." He said, saying 'thing' as if it were some sort of disease. "This man gives me a feeling of nothing but horror and disgust."
Karen folded her arms. "You know what? I think the two of you should just solve your childish little problems and hug it out!" She said in a serious tone, along with a confirming nod of her head.
"Yeah!" Bill agreed with a false smile, taking a step closer to Mr. Powers and extending his arms out wide. "Bring it in-!"
Mr. Powers was quick to take out a pistol from his belt, holding it up in front of the demon with a clear glare on his face. "Take one more step forward and I'll shoot!" He threatened.
"Dad!" Karen exclaimed in disbelief, putting a hand atop her head.
"Woah there, buddy!" Bill said with a chuckle, putting his hands up in an innocent manner. "There's no need to overreact!"
"Don't bring that thing near me!" Mr. Powers commanded, looking at Karen as he spoke. "It'll take a magical miracle to convince me that he's not a threat." He stated.
"Magic, you say?" Bill asked with a smirk. He held a hand out, a blue flame appearing from the palm of his hand. He looked up at Mr. Powers and gave a false smile. "How's this for magic?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
Mr. Powers gawked in disbelief and gave yet another look of horror. "I-I've seen this before..." He muttered to himself. "W-what are you?" Powers asked Bill.
"Hah! Me?" Bill asked, giving a mocking smirk. "A word of advice, watch your tone there with me, pops!" He advised.
Karen sighed at her Dad's obnoxious behavior and shook her head in disbelief. "Dad, he's a magician." She stated, grabbing hold of Bill's arm in a defensive manner. "There's no need to let your job get your head..."
"Never date a magician!" Mr. Powers snapped with a huff. "Does this... boyfriend of your even work? Does he have a job?" He asked, folding his arms.
"Well, no..," She began in a mutter, looking down at the floor. She was quick to look back up at her Dad with a smile. "He used to, though!" She said.
"Used to." Powers repeated in a mutter. "Well, a word of advice to you, Bill Pines, don't even consider a career in the doctor industry." He said, pointing at the demon.
Bill's eyes widened, a large grin plastered along his face. "A doctor, you say?" He repeated, folding his arms and humming in consideration, nodding in approval. "Ya' know, that idea doesn't sound half bad!" He said, mainly to frighten the man. Bill mentally fought to ignore the 'Pines' nickname given. He tried to get the memory of him and Ford acting as a married couple for a plan out of his head, to no avail.
Does this guy even know about the 'married' part of that whole thing? Bill asked himself. If he did, he probably would have brought it up by now...
Regardless of the memory coming back to get to him, Bill opted to keep the grin on his face. It was easier to keep at the pleasing sight of Mr. Powers' horrified face after Bill had shown his mocking delight with the job idea.
Karen cleared her throat in attempt to rid of the tension in the air, and put on a smile. "So.., who wants lunch?" She asked with a nervous laugh.
When Dipper, Mabel, and Stanford returned to the Mystery Shack, Mabel and Stan were waiting at the front door for them with large smiles on their faces, hands behind their backs.
Ford immediately questioned the stares and gave a look of unease as he shut the door. "Mind explaining what all this... staring is about?" He asked, chuckling nervously.
"Behold," Mabel began with a grin. "Probabo Picklocko!" She exclaimed as herself and Stan showed the picture framed that had been hidden behind their backs. The picture frames had multiple different colors of previous chewed gum plastered and stunk onto the canvas, creating a strange image. They were hard to explain, and there were multiple ways of looking at the pieces of art.
Dipper raised an eyebrow at the strange pieces of art. "Oh, that's... great, guys." He muttered, not sure how to react. He wrinkled his nose at the sight of a pine tree in the back of Mabel's art. That or it was a zigzag, he couldn't quite tell which.
"Grunkle Ford," Mabel began, "Where's Bill?"
Ford sighed at the question. He forgot that Mabel was yet to know the truth. "Well," Ford began. "Why don't I explain now while we're all here so that it doesn't have to be repeated more than necessary." He suggested with a false smile.
"Yeah," Dipper agreed, folding his arms. "Bill doesn't deserve all this attention." He said with a roll of his eyes.
Stanley looked over at Ford and could have sworn he had seen a look of unease on his brother's face. Stan raised an eyebrow as the facial expression was gone, and replaced with his brother putting his hands behind his back.
"We all know that Bill was here during the Fall and winter." Ford said, looking at the group. Everyone gave a nod of their heads, to which Ford used the cue to continue. "And a few months after Christmas, he left." Ford continued, running a hand through his hair and adjusting his glasses.
There was a long silence in the room. Everyone awkwardly stared at each other for a moment or so, until they heard a sniffle come from Mabel. Everyone turned to look at the girl, and the brunette took a step forward towards Ford. "He..," Mabel began, tears about to stream down her cheeks. "He's dead?" She asked, the tears running down her face. She shook her head in disbelief and clutched Ford's arm, crying into the sleeves of his lab coat.
Ford raised an eyebrow and patted the teenager on the head. "No, Mabel. Bill is not dead." Ford assured with a small smile. At least... I don't believe so. Ford shook the thought out of his head and looked down at the girl.
Mabel took a step back and wiped her tears on her sweater sleeve, looking up at her Grunkle. "Then... then where is he?" She questioned.
"That I am not sure of," Ford answered, adjusting his glasses. "He's been gone for about a month now. I saw him quite recently, however I don't think he saw me. Probably for the best..." He said, muttering the last bit.
"Why do you care, Mabel?" Dipper asked, folding his arms. "I mean, it's a good thing that he's gone. Now Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford don't have to look after him anymore, and now he's not a threat."
Mabel shot a glare at her brother. "Stop saying stuff like that!" She commanded, folding her arms. "He's different now!"
"And you know that how, exactly?" Dipper shot back, clenching his fists. "You knew him for, what, a month when he was here! Less than a month!" He stated.
Stan noticed the glares and adjusted his fez. "Alright kids, that's enough-a' that. I've got some Mac'n'cheese ready on the stove. Why don't the two of ya' get some of that and then hit the hay for the night?" He advised, putting his hands on his hips.
"But Grunkle Stan!" Dipper groaned. "Can I stay up with Ford for a little while?" He asked.
Ford put his hands behind his back and looked down at his nephew. "Stan is right, Dipper. Besides, I have some things to discuss with Fiddleford." Ford stated. "As well as the testing on the journals." He added.
Dipper looked at McGucket, and Fiddleford just nodded in agreement. He was convinced that Ford was hoping to talk about the blackmail he had confessed about in the forest earlier that day. He wouldn't have much trouble speaking about the events and threats now, as he felt safe in Ford's home. The shack was a safe place for him as long as Stanford was around.
Dipper sighed, but agreed to heading off to bed early that night. Everyone went to sit at the kitchen table, each person with a plate of mac and cheese in front of them. Dipper and Mabel sat across from each other, refusing to make eye contact with each other. The adults in the room noticed the lack of conversation, as well as the anger between the twins, however no one decided to speak of it. The twins would work it out, they always did.
The twins said goodnight to their Grunkles, as well as Fiddleford, and went to the bathroom to brush their teeth. Dipper and Mabel didn't speak to each other; they didn't even look at each other.
How could Mabel think this way? Dipper asked himself. He just didn't understand- what exactly did Mabel see in that demon that could have possibly changed? Bill was still Bill, he was the same demon who had begun the end of the world just last summer. Dipper didn't understand why everyone around him had come to forgive the demon. Where were their senses? Why weren't they glad that Bill was gone? Just because Bill played a good act, that didn't mean he had truly changed. Dipper didn't care what other's thought about Bill; he wouldn't be fooled. He was just glad that the demon was gone. That meant things could finally get back to normal.
How could Dipper think this way? Mabel asked herself. How couldn't her brother see that Bill was a changed person? Sure, Bill's had had some major slip-ups in the past, but everyone makes mistakes! She thought. And why had Bill left? Why had he felt the need to run away in the first place? Was there something that made Bill feel the need to run away from the shack? and where was he living now? Mabel had so many questions, and very few answers. She wasn't sure how much Ford knew about the situation either. Wasn't Ford's plan from the beginning to keep Bill at the shack, away from the town?
It's probably not my business anyway. Mabel told herself. She just wished she would have been able to say goodbye to the demon whom she had befriended in the fall.
A few hours later, much after Mr. Powers had left, Bill was laying down on the couch with his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. Pondering some thought. He had been calculating just how long and far Melody was in her pregnancy, based on the information given by Karen and by what he had been informed of himself. (Which wasn't too much.) After some thought, it surely wouldn't be too long until the child would be due.
Bill wasn't sure if Soos or Melody knew when the baby was due. Surely they would have figured that out early on. However, Bill knew that they wouldn't be getting any new information until the child was to be born. Bill and Karen had set up false doctor's appointments with the few doctors who worked at the clinic, specifically Dr. Lutwin. The false appointments were the reason for Dr. Lutwin's full schedule.
Did Bill feel bad about his actions? He couldn't lie to himself- Bill felt guilty with his actions towards an innocent couple. Bill felt bad for doing such a thing for the two, ruining the experience of their first child. It made Bill feel like a monster doing so. Normally, he wouldn't mind the label, in fact he would prefer it. But this, this was something completely different. Entirely different. Bill wouldn't be doing this if he didn't feel the deep need to do so.
Bill saw Soos as a good guy. Behind all the mistakes and 'epic fails', the handyman was a kind hearted person. Soos had shown Bill nothing but kindness since finding out he had become human, and Bill felt terrible for returning the kindness in such a wicked way...
But this couple knew Ford. The young couple, especially Soos, knew Ford and saw him often when at the shack for his work shifts. Bill was doing this because of Ford- all because of Ford and his lies to him of not liking Fiddleford in a love type of way. Bill saw the loving gesture of a kiss being exchanged between the two just last month. The sight was absolutely sickening. Bill scoffed to himself, and at how easily he had fallen for the man's tricks. Ford had figuratively blinded Bill with the minor displays of affection. And if it meant Bill never having to see his Stanford kiss Fiddleford again, he wouldn't mind it being literal.
Bill shook the thought of Ford being his out of his head. His Stanford was no longer his. That chance had dissappeared. Surely it would be impossible after Bill's wicked man probably belonged to Fiddleford now, especially after Bill had left the shack. Besides, Bill had a girlfriend who actually cared about him now.
Did Bill truly love Karen? Not really. The woman was kind, but clingy. Generous, but too loud and expressive to the point where it was annoying. Karen's behavior was like an off-brand version of Mabel.
Maybe if Ford ever saw Bill with Karen, it would make the man jealous. Regardless, she would be of assistance during the events of his plan.
A couple times Karen has suggested the act of sexual activity. Each time Bill had denied the offer. Sure, he was sure that it would be a good time, however he seemed to be keeping away from that specific activity for now. It was as if Bill was waiting...
Waiting for what? Bill tried asking himself to no avail. He knew exactly who- er, what he was waiting on, even if it would be impossible. Regardless of how his heart felt deep down, he made sure his head was taking the lead, and he refused to admit any of these things or feelings to anyone.
Bill shook all of this out of his head. He opted to think about what Mr. Powers had said earlier when he had encountered him. Bill smirked at the thought of the man shaking and stuttering in fear at the sight of him. It made Bill feel more like himself, and less of the restricted meatsack he was cursed to be. By what, he still wasn't sure. Surely it was the Axolotl's doing...
Right?
Bill may never know; and how could he? He scoffed at the reminder of the events of Weirdmageddon. He had been trapped inside Stanley's mind for weeks, and had finally managed to escape, ending up in this fleshbag that now belonged to him.
But that wasn't his main focus- oh no. His main focus now was having his new plan go through. And it seemed as though the perfect opportunity for the rest of his plan had just come across him. Bill knew that he didn't have the college experience to become a doctor of any kind, that seemed to be the only thing stopping his plan. Bill considered the idea of posing as a doctor for the time being, however he feared that something bad would happen to the child if he were to take place in that position. Not that something bad wasn't going to happen anyway, but Bill needed to ensure that the child would be born healthy if he had any intention of his plan being effective.
But how?
Bill gave it a moment of thought, and the moment he thought up an idea, a wide grin plastered along his face. Bill knew that he would be making a visit to the hospital first thing in the morning, assuming Karen would drop him off there before driving to her work for her morning shift. Bill needed a type of job that would get him in the hospital as an employee, but who said he had to be a doctor?
At this moment, Bill knew...
This was a good plan.
Oh, but is it, Bill? Is it? Hmm...
Okay, a recap, because this is all pretty important to what's going on. The reason Soos and Karen can't go to the clinic is because they're doctor's schedule was filled with fake appointments. Bill thinks that Ford kissed McGucket. Which is not true, as Fiddleford was the one who kissed Ford in a previous chapter. Another important detail, Soos really wants their baby to be named Sam if it's a boy. Melody really wants their baby to be named Brock if it's a boy. If it's a girl, they have decided on Violet.
If Bill knew that Fiddleford was the one who kissed Ford, do you think Bill would still be doing what he is planning? I'd love to hear your opinions ^-^
New chapter should be up soon, because a lot is going to happen in this next one!
