(AN: I lied I'm gonna make I think one more chapter maybe two, and I am using parts from 'The Last Mabelcorn' sooooo, also this Chapter is a little gory so Ya enjoy! Oh and please R&R.)

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN GRAVITY FALLS

"Bill." Stanford's growls, getting in between Stan and Bill.

"Well, Well, Well, Well, Well, Well, Well." He Cackles, his tone increasing at every word. "What do we have here, Sixer." Adds Bill emphasizing Sixer, eyeing Ford and Stan, floating over to Fiddleford, where at the snap of Bill's fingers he starts levitating Fidds next to him still in clutched in a ball too afraid to even look up.

Stan tries to get past Ford, but he stands his ground still trying to protect at least his twin from that monster who he used to call friend, he cringes at the very memory. "Give him back you triangle!" Demands Stan, trying once again to launch himself into the floating yellow triangle.

"Well I haven't finished my business with him yet…so no kid you can't." Chirped Bill, making Fiddleford come out of his ball, still not opening his eyes. "What do you want Bill?" Hisses Stanford, Ignoring his throbbing pain coming from his probably broken rib.

"Oh, I can't come and finish business, and…..visit an old friend." Stanley looks at his brother as he swallows his guilt.

"Y-You know this gu-Thing personally?" Barked Stanley, wanting answers from his twin. "Y-Yes we did have a deal….s-see I needed information and help with the portal an-." Stanford sighed, "What do you mean did? You think it's over…..Oh, oh, oh when you said 'until the end of time' and you're making a deal with a demon we take everything you say very seriously." Chimed in Bill, petting Fiddleford's hair making him whimper, creating tears too stream down his face.

Stan, was furious at Ford, his twin making a deal with a demon, instead of just figuring it out, he took the easy road and that's not always the best like in his case, and Bill's making his Fiddleford feel that way, made him reaching the boiling point. "YOU MADE A DEAL WITH A DEMON! AND YOU LIED TO ME! WHAT THE FUCK WHERE YOU THINKING FORD!" Boomed Stan, exploding with anger…..Fists shaking with rage and betrayal.

Ford, looks down in guilt opening his mouth trying to reply, "Don't even say a word, Ford." Hissed Stan, walking in front of Stanford facing Bill, he looks at the shuttering Fiddleford hovering next to Bill in blue flame, bound with invisible rope making him unable to get away…..even if he wasn't scared shitless.

"Okay, Bill let-him-go or else." Threatened Stanley, moving his glaze from Fiddleford to Bill, Giving him a glare of hatred.

"Oh! And I'm supposed to just let him run off back to you, just like that, Wow! Sixer you sure haven't told him squat about me! Well good for me then I guess I will just have to show you." Laughing sadistically, making Stan's skin crawl as blue flames appear, creating a ring of fire crowding them inside, trapping them.

"Now to get this really started!" Echoed Bill, eye turning a dark red, as he raises his hand engulfing his hand in the blue fire, levitating Stan binding him in the same invisible rope.

"Ford! Help!" Pleaded Stanley, being lifted over to Fiddleford, as he opens his eyes only to close them as fast as they were open. "STAN!" exclaims Stanford, trying to grab him, but is stuck to the ground by a force, leaving him unable to help his twin.

"See isn't this fun!" Chuckled Bill, hovering over to Stanford, crossing his legs floating in front of his face. "LET-HIM-GO!" Demanded Ford, fists shaking in rage and fear. "Sorry IQ, I've got big plans for him." If Bill had a mouth, his grin would be his face. "How about I break a rib? So you too can be even more the same." Laughs Bill, with a snap of his fingers, Stan lets out a blood curdling scream. Destroying Ford, stunning him as he doesn't hear Bills next question.

"Hmmm...What should I do next? Oh I know." He glances to his left, Fiddleford was a sobbing mess after hearing Stan's scream, yet he still wouldn't open his eyes, as like his conscience was back to normal and was trying to protect him from his himself. "Oh, Fidds are you ready for some fun?"Bill Asks, Floating back over to him and whispering in his ear. But before he could reply, he yelped as Bill yanked back his head by his hair, forcing his eyes open.

Fiddleford's scream of pure terror, snapped Ford out of his 'coma.' Looking up as his brother struggling against his invisible bonds and shouting at Bill, even though having a broken rib. "LET HIM BE, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Croaked Stanley, wincing at his pain but also trying to ignore it.

Bill's eye kept flickering red, he an all-powerful dream demon being treated like a peasant, after him breaking Stan's rib with a snap of the hand, he still didn't fear him. Bill looked back at Stan, still being defiant and trying to get out of his bonds not caring what will happen to him. "Well, even after I shown you what I can do you still haven't given up, Hmmm this will be fun." He snickered coming up with an idea, leaving Fidds trembling in fear and going back over to Stan.

"How about we play a game….Eh Sixer?" Offers Bill, hovering behind Stanley and Facing Ford.

"No! I'm not making any more deals Cipher!" Hissed Stanford, rage burning threw his veins.

"No-No not a deal….But a game." Jeered Bill, leaning on his cane waiting for an answer. Ford thought of his offer, one part of him agreed and the other part of him despised it thinking it was a trap, he sighed going with his gut instinct. "Fine, what are the rules?"

"Oh good you accepted…..Rule number one, no cheating or lying." Ford nods, "Second rule, no help from others." He says, looking down at Stan still floating behind him. "Oh and if I win, we get to continue out little deal and get to kill Fez and his boyfriend." Bill adds, clapping his hands together, making his cane disappear. "And if I win, I get my Brother back and Fiddleford, and mine and whatever deal you have with him is complete…..and also you get banished back to the dimension you came from." Stanford Stated, reaching his hand out in front of him. "Do we have an agreement?" He adds, looking up at Stan as the glassy look in his eyes stare back at him, non-verbally telling him not to do it.

Bill floats back towards Ford, and grabs his hand sealing it in blue fire. "We Do."