Just You and Me, Sixer~! (Billford)

Finding...You?

As the sun arose that morning, Fiddleford and Ford eagerly awoke to get their minds working and met up in the middle of Ford's home. They both grabbed a cup of coffee from the machine in his kitchen before quickly heading down to start the project. The first night they started to work together, they managed to create the layout of the place before deciding what they should start building first. They would at first take turns sleeping as the other one built before they both decided to just ignore sleep entirely. The coffee machine's place in the kitchen quickly moved down to their lab and would make sure they were stacked for a couple weeks. People did look at them weird when they took turns buying the coffee beans from the grocery store, but they didn't really notice it because they were very sleep deprived.

Ford and Fiddleford would work for multiple nights and days without taking any breaks as they tried to build the portal. Eventually, Ford did travel down to the UFO and gather parts that they needed, but he would have to venture off on his own since Fiddleford could not be convinced to come down with him. However, he didn't make it out without any blood and scratches attached to it. It made it even worse the fact that he was sleep deprived and running on just caffeine and having not seen light in MONTHS.

When he did return back, he was faced with Fiddleford silently laughing at his friend and congratulating him for surviving alien tech. Ford was just happy to not lose his head. He could've wished Bill told him how to protect himself from all those aliens. As Ford started to weld the pieces together onto the portal, he continuously started to remember about Bill. What was he up to? He hasn't been sleeping good for months, meaning he wasn't able to see Bill properly. Would Bill be mad after leaving him alone with no update on the portal...? The last time they did ever talk was about him not leaving him alone for quite a while.

Shit.

He did leave Bill hanging. Realizing this, Ford picked his head up from his work and pulled his welding helmet up as he looked around for where Fiddleford was. He wasn't too far from Ford as he was welding pieces of the interdimensional hologram projector.

Seeing him, Ford called out, "Fiddleford!"

"Yes, Pines?" Fiddleford called out while continuing to look at his welding.

"I think I'm going to head in for the night. You think you'd be fine on your own for a couple hours?" Ford asked Fiddleford, who now stopped what he was doing and picked up his own welding shield up and looked at Ford.

"I'll be fine, Pines. You go on up and sleep!" Fiddleford said with a smile appearing on his lips before Ford nodded and walked away from the main design of the portal.

On his way out, he placed the welding helmet onto their working desk and walked up the stairs into the main area of his house which he hasn't seen in days. He felt like a stranger in his own home now. Ford felt as if the place upstairs was someone's home, and he was invading it. It just didn't feel like home anymore, even if he built it himself. Down in the basement though, he felt like he would live, breath and eat there, but up here...it was too uncomfortable to. He shook his head to try and recalled that he was the person who created the home in the first place, no one else! It was made to his liking, so if he didn't like it, he was criticizing himself.

He made his way down the hallway with tiredness starting to finally to catch up in his head. He really needed this sleep, and he knew he was going to be out the second he hits the bed. Getting to his room, Ford opened the door and walked into his room with a loud yawn emitting from his mouth. Ford shut the door behind him before collapsing into his bed, not bothering to take off his clothes or glasses. He was too tired to do anything right now and his bed was sooo comfy and was sinking into the bed. Fluttering his eyes close, he could feel the sweet feeling of sleep consuming him entirely. He didn't know whether or not sleep would spit him out again, but he could die happy with where he was right now!