Trap and denials

what the hell?

(hello sorry for the late update I've been busy with school, and the new gravity falls website. Also I have started watching Gravity falls so in the near future the characters will sound more cannon, also imma use some things I learn in the website for this chapter because why not. warning:I may or may have not added some spice because we need more billford in our lives)

The sound of chalk scratching on the chalkboard, Ford was solving an extreme equation that was assistant to his project he was working on.

The sounds of chalk echoed the room as Ford continued to write fast as always he had no time to waste after all.

Till The chalk broke as he stopped looking at the chalkboard due to the dim green light that was looming out of the new notebook that Ford bought.

"Hmm?" He mumbled as he put down the remaining piece of chalk on the chalk holder.

walking towards his desk where his notebook laid on, that notebook was supposed to be his "diary" or so he called it that a diary that will help get over the incident. But instead of using the notebook as a diary he used it for research and taking notes.

His fingers wrapped around the notebook slowly picking it up, as his brown eyes light up when he saw the dim green lighting coming from the notebook. "That sure is a beautiful color" he muttered before slowly opening the notebook.

As he rummaged through the pages trying to find where the fenomenon came from. Quickly uncovering the page he once wrote on when he was in an unconscious state.

He choked as he read the contents of the page. "When did I write this?" He panicked gagging in reflex as he thought of the disgusting thing he wrote for someone so hateful and chaotic.

"What's the hell is wrong with me" he threw the notebook back at the table. He was about to turn around to go back to working on that hell of equation, when suddenly he caught letters beginning to appear which intrigued him.

Ford moved his rolling chair back so he could sit on it, grabbing the notebook at the same time so he wouldn't accidentally slip out of the chair like he always did.

The letters continued appearing, he slowly tried to figure out what it was trying to say, of course he didn't figure it out because he would've never thought that someone will respond with such words that intended something explicit in his perspective. He was flabbergasted when the whole sentence was completed, his face retorted in distaste as he read the God awful sentence.

"As soon as I get out of here, fordsy" he read slowly clearly trying not to yell at the words that just ruined the last bit of sanity he had left which did ruin his sanity.

he freaked out how the hell am I communicating through a notebook? Who is on the other side? Am I screwed? Is it Bill? There were so many questions Ford couldn't answer for himself.

Which led to Ford yelling loudly throwing the book on the floor while stomping on it. Of course that got his brother's attention "what the hell is going on here Ford?" Stan was standing there with his arms crossed it was clear he was mad at his brother's annoying screams. Ford could just stare at Stan awkwardly "I uhhh.." he cleared his throat "its nothing I thought there was a gnome in here hahaha" he laughed awkwardly.

Stan rolled his eyes turning around to go back to the living room. When Stan exited the lab Ford ran towards the chalkboard erasing the equation he worked hard for as he started to write something new with chalk wasting the time he spent making up that equation. Something related with Bill and that notebook.

At the theraprism

After the whole ritual deal the therapist decided to talk to Bill about his actions and the way he acted after he heard the word "six". Bill clearly had beef with that number the therapist thought or he was just obsessed with the number.

"So Bill tell me why do you attack anyone who says 'six'?" The therapist said sitting on a comfortable armchair. "What do you mean" Bill said confused "well for example, when you first got here  someone said six and you went all crazy punching them, slamming them etc. you also say the word sixer a lot" as the therapist talked, Bill was day dreaming of what he did to them entities who brought up the letter six.

"So why do you do that bill?" Bill thought about it for a while before speaking up in his usual playful voice "well sixer is not a number, he is the human I used to help me create that portal he was my pet and I am his owner" Bill smiled with his eyes proudly not realizing that the therapist was writing on a clipboard.

Bill looked up as he heard tapping noises coming from a pencil "what you writing there" he floated over to the therapist, trying to read what he wrote on the keyboard. "Bill seems to have a crush on sixer" Bill read loudly with a gasp "I don't have a crush on him he is my pet, my favorite tool. And before you try to talk about my sixer the meeting is finished" bill kicked the door open voluntarily going to his cell without getting restrained this time.

"Sixer hic have you ever kissed a triangle hic you know we have a great 90 degree angle" Bill muttered spilling beer all over the place "but your mouth is your eye" ford replied with a slurred voice. "Just do it" Bill turned his eyelids into lips  pulling in Ford into a kiss. Ford immediately leaned into the kiss snapping out of his drunk state. Bill also snapped as he realized what he was doing, he pulled away from the kiss "wow there Ford don't get too cocky it's just a kiss" bill teased "you were the one who kissed me" Ford said confused. Bill scoffed as he was caught red handed "don't you want research?" Bill teased "yes, but not the kind of research" ford blushed.

"And he did end up doing that research" bill chuckled to himself as he remembered how Ford licked his sides with his long tongue to figure out what he tasted like which Ford said  "glucose mix with nuclear molecules" which Bill didn't understand what that meant in the first place, who would anyway. 

Back to Ford lab

Ford was blushing as he started thinking about what he did with Bill when they were colleagues, he stopped writing on the chalkboard "what the hell am I thinking? I never thought that" Ford muttered under his cold breath. It was as if Bill and Ford still were connected in some way. Ford finally blinked but as soon as he blinked he saw Bill under him moaning his name as he caressed bills bricks. He  felt every centimeter of bills blocks that were dry and bumpy.

Ford yelled again as he opened his eyes, how long had he been blinking? He started to knock over things while yelling at the top of his lungs. He ran towards the chalkboard knocking it over along with him, hitting his head in the process.

"Ouch" he rubbed his head with his hand "what the hell is wrong with me"

(Took me 2 hours to come up with this, and honestly I am proud I might make my next chapter of what happened that night 😏. Anyways my next chapter can be next Tuesday or on Thursday depending on how busy I am)