FiddAuthor Oneshots

I Quit Part 1.

Pre-Portal

Angst 

Tw: Some blood, choking

Fidds straightened his tie in the mirror. Him and Ford had decided to take a break from the portal and just have a night to themselves as soon as Tate went to sleep.

The hard part was getting Stanford away from the portal.

Bill was super strict about this portal, and wanted it done quickly. And for that to be done, Ford mediated. Fidds didn't understand how that played into things, but whatever. 

He heard footsteps thundering up the stairs. Tate. Fidds knew his son's loud footsteps from anywhere.

"DAADDDD!" Tate skidded into the room and hugged his dad. Fidds was surprised, and patted his son's head.

"What's wrong, Tater?"

Tate sniffed and looked up. "Papa is being scary again.."

Not this again. Bill.

"Papa was just stressed..He's really busy, so ya can't disturb him.." 

"Oh...Okay.."

As Tate left the room, Fidds noticed a trickle of blood on Tate's finger.

Did he?...

The clock struck 8, meaning Tate's bedtime and the start of their night.

Fidds sighed. Something's gonna go wrong.

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Fidds climbed down the steps to Ford's lab. It was past 8, and it the food Fidds had made was getting cold.

And he was ticked off.

As he descended the last step, he saw Ford looking at some blueprints while writing something down.

"Stanford Filbrick Pines!"

Ford looked up, his smile bright. "Fiddleford! I'm glad you made it down here! The portal's ready!"

Fidds grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him hard. "I don't care about that right now! I only care about you and the safety of my- our son!"

Ford blinked, seemingly confused. Then realization kicked in.

"Fidds..I'm sorry..The portal is.."

"More important than your family. I know. Just forget it, Stanford." 

Fidds stomped off. Okay, maybe he was a tad bit harsh. But it's been weeks since him and Ford did something nice together. 

He soon felt hands on his shoulders as he was suddenly turned around. 

"Kinda harsh to ol' sixer! And y'all expect to get married?"

Fidds stared in Ford's eyes, which were now bright yellow. He tried to for words, but all that came out was stuttering.

"Cat got your tongue? Banjo strings in knots?" Ford's hand slowly went to Fidd's throat, tightening around it.

Fidds felt tears come to his eyes as he was lifted off the ground. No matter how much he scratched at Ford's, or should he say Bill's, hands, the more the pain increased.

Ford(Bill) brought Fidds close to his face and smiled. "Now, listen closely, long nose. You're gonna test the portal tomorrow WITHOUT ISSUES. If I hear one more little protest from you, you and Sixer pay dearly. Got it?"

Fidds choked back a yes, and Ford dropped him. "Good Boy! Now run along!"

Fidds obeyed, running up the stairs, nearly tripping over his own two feet. Something dripped from his mouth, which Fidds soon realized was blood. He wiped it away as he ran into his bedroom, falling flat on the bed.

He silently buried himself in his covers, and cried.

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Stanford slipped into his bedroom, looking around for Fidds.

He found him buried in the covers, fast asleep. Red marks were around his throat where Bill had done harm. 

He felt disgusted with himself.

He laid down next to Fidds, not bothering to change. Glancing around the room revealed Fidd's plans for the night that would never happen. Rose petals on the ground. Candles long dead. His banjo, with sheet music about love. Movies to fall asleep to.

Ford sighed, gently pulling Fidds into a warm embrace. "I'm sorry, dear.." He gently took his thumb and wiped away some stray tears. "I'll make it up to you. Once this portal hits off, you and I will hit it rich.."

Not too far away from the couple, the memory gun laid hidden in a dark corner, the subject it erased noted as: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎