He has returned (Gravity Falls fanfiction)

chapter five

Ford has dragged Bill down the stairs to the lab. Luckily, no one was in the gift shop at that moment. Bill did not object, his fear had taken over his body. Blood still dripped from his head. The drops hitting the ground and the footsteps were the only sounds to be heard. Everything seemed too silent. Mabel had, with Stans help, put Melody on the sofa, water next to her and ice on her forehead. They had not informed Soos yet.

In the lab Ford tied Bill to a chair. He tied it so tight Bills hands didnt get enough circulation in them. The lab looked very different from how Bill used to know it. Ford has had a shrine of Bill once. All over the room were now drawings of mysthical see creatures, pictures of the family, new machines and everything beeped and blinked in all colors. Bill had missed the smell of the lab. Once, in the good old days, he had taken over Fords body and just inspected everything. Now this place seemed strange to him.

"So, tell me, demon. Why are you still alive? And what are you doing here?" Ford asked.

Bill hesitated a moment. He did not want to tell them everything.

"When I got... destroyed, in an attempt to revive myself and my plans I made a deal with an old friend of mine. It should have granted me my old life back but instead it kind of send me into therapy. I don't know if you have heard about the Theraprims? Once I reach redemption I will be reincarnated or something, I dunno. I don't believe it either and I do not want to be here, but my therapist thinks this is a good idea. So I find out what it is like to be human or some carp. That's why I had to come here."

Bill didn't dare to look into Fords or anyone else's eyes. He was getting more scared by the second. When no one answered he just continued talking.

"I don't have my powers anymore. My f****** therapist took them away from me so I would find out how pathetic it is to be human. See I don't want this either, but the Theraprism is so much worse than this. They make me talk about my feelings and stuff and its really the worst. You have no idea what I am going through right now!" He was getting angry. It seemed like the Pines were making fun of him. Why would they not reply? This whole situation was really embarrassing for him, being tied up infront of his enemies. Slowly he looked up. He could not read the emotions on their faces. Mabel might be shocked, or disgusted or ...confused. All their faces read confusion. Stan looked at Ford, not knowing what to do. His face was the one with the most anger in it. He rolled up his sleeves before slamming his hands down on the arms of the chair, his face just inches away from Bills. This took the demon by surprise and he leaned back as much as he could. Then Stan started screaming at him:" I do not believe a word you say and if you think we will help you become „better" than you have the wrong address! You are and will stay a monster, no matter what. You have caused so much destruction, and I am glad my family is finally safe and I will not let you or anything else ruin that!" Spit was flying out of his mouth directly into Bills face. It stank.

„You spit, Fez!" Bill said, his original personality coming through.

At that Stan raised his fist and beat him as hard as he could.

Bill realized to late that he had angered the old man. He closed his eyes, waiting for the hit. After a moment of nothing happening, he opened his eyes again. Stans fist was hanging an inch from his face. Something was keeping the fist from finding its target. Bill didn't understand, it were definitely not his powers doing that. That would feel different. Then he felt a weird sensation building up inside of him. First a slight tingling, than a sharp pain which grew more and more. He lost control over his body, his eyes rolled back, he screamed until the pain made him fall into a deep darkness.