ford pov:

absolutely baffled by fiddleford crying and leaving in a manic state i go to meditate.

i open my eyes in the mindscape and bill is waiting for me sipping on tea. "hey there brainiac! care to join me?" he asks his small triangular form floating over to me. "what did you do to fiddleford?" i ask and bill waves his hand as if shooing a fly.

"is this an interrogation sixer, come on. i played a harmless little prank on him. hes just a bad sport." bill says as he coaxes me into sitting with him.

"you cant do that bill, i havnt told him about you, or that i let you possess me." i say thinking about the look on fiddlefords face.

with a cheery tone bill yells. "ive got an idea, i will go apologize to him, cant have him thinking i dont feel bad!" bill says and my mind eases.

"thank you my muse." i say pausing to yawn. "i hope he knows i love him. its just hard for me to express it."

fiddleford pov:

a hand covers my mouth startling me awake. "scream and it will be the last thing you do." a voice growls in my ear. i open my eyes and my stomach drops, ford is standing next to my bed.

the hand moves off my mouth. "w-what are you doing here?"

"see i was going to ask the same fuckin thing. i did not tell you that you could leave, i thought i made it pretty clear." he says not a hint of humor in his voice.

"you see, im your worst fucking nightmare. you are nothing but a toy to me. mine to play with as i wish, when i wish it and i have no issues letting you bleed." he growls as he pulls me out of bed his eyes almost glowing.

"so here is whats going to happen, you are going to be at work every morning. if you even bring up anything unpleasant you will get hurt." he glares at me. "that work is more important than you, and i will make sure its done no matter what." he pulls at my sweat pants. i flinch at his touch.

"now be a good little toy and let me use you." he growls as he shoves my pants down. "s-stop."

a hand firmly meets my ass and the sound bounces off the walls. i cry out in pain, ford laughs.

"go ahead cry like the pathetic person you are." an uncharacteristic grin plastered on his face.

ford pov:

the front door opens as fiddleford is hesitating before walking into the house.

"g-good morning,-s-sir." he mumbles not even able to take his eyes off the floor, a pained expression on his face.

i chuckle lightly. "you ready to get to work, mr formal greeting?" i motion at the table, papers spread across it.

"we have a new set of equations to go over and make sure they are adjusted for the size of the portal." i say as fiddleford moves to the opposite side of the table to work.

"where are you getting this information? yesterday morning we were at a dead end, and now we have more information. what are you not telling me stanford?" he asks after thoroughly going over the work.

i rub the back of my neck nervously. "i, well, i didnt know how to tell you. ive had help, hes a genius, hes been helping me the last few years now." i look at fiddleford and blush before looking away. "but hes nowhere near as brilliant as you fidd, not just with your smarts, but the way you light up a room." i begin rambling on and his fist hits the table.

"i dont appreciate your jesting stanford. how dare you say nice things... not after..." he starts off yelling and his voice trails off and his hand flies up to cover his mouth. "im sorry, i wont do it again." he says trembling, tears welling in his eyes.

confusion flits across my face. "what do you mean? whats wrong, fidd you can tell me. i wont be mad at you-" confusion flits across his face and my heart sinks at the sight. my vision fades as my surroundings fall into darkness.

as my vision returns i can see blood on my hands. i look up at fiddleford, his shirt off, balled up in his hands pressed against his chest. my eyes widen as i see how hes looking at me. bloody semi healed bitemarks all over his chest, bruises on either side of his hips peaking from above his pants.

"what happened?" i ask hoping he gives me an answer. he shrinks into himself visibly as blood seeps into his shirt.

i run and grab the first aid kit and go to clean some of his injuries, he flinches at my touch. "what happened, please its killing me to see you like this fidd."

he looks into my eyes and points at me. "you can talk fidd." i say as i carefully move his shirt off his chest. i gasp softly as i glance up into his dull blue gray eyes, a perfect X is cut directly over where his heart beats in his chest.

i carefully clean and bandage it up, fiddleford refusing to speak or look at me the whole time. i pill him into a gentle hug, he stiffens slightly. "please talk to me fids." i whisper to him refusing to let him go, hoping it can comfort him.

"why do you act like you care?" he says barely a whisper as if he didnt want me to hear. i pull back enough to look him in the face. hurt and fear are on his face, tears quietly flowing. i bring a hand to wipe his tears and he pulls his face back from my touch. "im nothing, so please quit treating me like i could be someone." he mumbles and my chest tightens. i steady my breath and lift his chin to me carefully.

"you are the most important person to me, you are someone to me." i say and before i know it i kiss his lips gently. i pull back when he doesn't kiss me back and watch as he breaks down.

"thats not what you have been telling me..."he says through his tears. understanding washes over me slowly.

"fids, im sorry. i should have told you about it when, but hes gotten out of control. i dont know what he does when im out." i say fumbling back and fourth in my head how i can tell him.

"please let me hold you for now, i wont let anything else happen to you." i say and fiddleford looks into my eyes before nodding slowly.

"the deal is off bill. you cant get into my body or mind again, i wont let you." i yell into the mindscape before i am thrown back into a wall that wasnt there before.

"how could you trust that little whore over me stanford?! he was using you, manipulating you! i was here first! what about me?!" bill yells at me his voice ringing in my ears.

"everything you are working on is for us to be together. all he did was get in the way. he doesnt even love you the way you claim to love him! he cant understand you the way i do, i love you endlessly. he needed to be taken care of, i was taking care of him for you!" his words hang in the air swirling around my head.

"no bill. our partnership is done. over deals off." i shout over his constant yelling.