Book of Billford

New beginnings

"You thought I'd let you go that easy?" Bill teased in his own twisted way as the bright yellow of his body contrasted against the black and white background. The yellow that greets Ford when he closes his eyes.
   "What do you want from me?! After all this time.. it's been months!" Ford defended, backing himself into a corner but standing firm. He couldn't seem too scared, he wasn't young again.
   "The real question is.. what do you want?" Bill grew closer, hands behind his back.
   "What?.."
   "I see the hunger in your eyes Fordsy! You want the answers, and I have them!"
   "Don't toy with me.. what are you really here for ?!"
   "What am I here for?.." Bills eye grew red, "are you hoping I say revenge? That I'm here to make you pay for tearing me apart? We had a deal Sixer!" Bill straddled his hands in front of his face is agonizing anger.

   "You made that deal with Stanley, and he fulfilled it." Ford squinted his eyes at the devil in front of him.
   "I don't need what you call help. I can figure this out on my own!"
   "Don't lie to yourself now.. How could you say no to everything you've ever wanted right at your finger tips!" Bill 'poofed' away, appearing behind him and promptly pushing Pines away from the corner he had collected himself in. When he turned around, he was greeted with a wide eye.
"I know you're not here to inspire a genius mind.. tell me the truth!"
"Ford!" Bill roared with anger, his yellow becoming a neon red and his eye inverting in color.
"Take me back or I sink this boat with you and your useless twin in it!" He slammed his fists down and the boat rocked and rattled, throwing floating books into the air. Ford panicked and grabbed onto the bed post for stability, finding his feet before looking back up at Bill will curiosity.

"Take you back..?"
"What happened to me being your muse?! You said I fulfilled your life!" Bill held himself back from another rampage, one that ripped the world apart.
"You're here to bother me with that again?! I told you Bill, we'll never be partners again! You endangered my family, my universe! Just because you destroyed your own doesn't mean you get to wreck mine!" Ford through a book at Bill who promptly stopped it.
"Don't get smart with me, Sixer!" He bellowed, pinning Ford against the wall with incomprehensible force.
"Isn't that.. what you like about me?" Ford choked out in struggle, fighting against the strength of a million magnets that was Bill. He dropped back down to the ground in release, hearing Bill cry in laughter. He looked up at his foe, their eyes connecting. Every time he saw him, it was such a conflicting feeling. Anger, shame, enamoration, fixation, the piercing pain of betrayal. They all rush through him all in one moment.

In one blink, Bill's gone, and all the floating objects in the room crash down in one swoop. The racket reasonably alarms Stanley from above deck who comes barreling into the room, finding his brother cradling himself on the floor.
"Stanford! What happened- are you okay?" He kneeled down beside his brother who brushed off his worries and stood up. In haste, he ran to his desk and scribbled some message on a scrap piece of paper.
"We've no time, Stanley. Bill is here."
"What?! What are you doing?"
"I'm writing a message." He folded the paper and rummaged through his bags, pulling out a tied hank of hair. It was iridescent and pink.. unicorns hair.
"Since we put that spell on the mystery shack, Strands of these hairs can be tied around letters They act as carrier pigeons."

"Well, what's the letter for?" Stanley queried as he watched his brother meticulously knot a single strand of hair around the paper. Once he tightened it, the letter flew itself away as if an invisible breeze has taken it.
"Dipper and Mabel must know that Bill is back."
"What for? If he wanted to hurt Gravity falls wouldn't he be over there right now?"
"... you're right. Still, in any case, they need to be prepared. But we're not safe in the middle of the ocean."
"We're not turning around!"
"He'll sink this boat and then there will be no adventuring, no treasure hunting, and no us!" Ford stashed away the unicorn hair in his bag, sweeping his papers from the desk into the bag as well.

"But, it's only been a few months! I've waited a lifetime for this!"
"Stanley, this thing almost killed all of us! Think about something other than yourself for once!"
"Oh, you wanna talk about selfishness? Let me remind you, you're the one that brought that thing into our universe in the first place! Your obsession with the supernatural is what put our family in danger in the first place!" Stan retaliated, his brother throwing his bag down in anger and turning to him.
"I realize that, that's why we must take immediate action! Bill will go to no end to get what he wants!"
"What does he even want this time?" Stan grumbled, Ford falling silent.

"What are you not telling me?"
"We won't speak of it now, but we must turn around. We need to get back to the safety of the mystery shack." Ford continued to pack his miscellaneous belongings into bags.
"Fine! Keep your secrets! It'll only lead to everyone being turned to stone again! Or worse.." Stan muttered, stomping up the steps. Ford felt the boat aggressively hoist around, nearly losing his balance. As he packed shamefully, he muttered something of an apology to Stanley, one he might never hear out loud.