Freedom To Another Cage [BILLFORD]

Chapter 9: Broken

They both were talking, but in the middle of it, the twins burst through the door. It's been a few weeks, so they have gotten pretty used to Bill. Waddles immediately went up, joining them on the couch. "Grunkle Ford, we're going to the mall! Wanna join us?" Mabel offered.
Ford looked at the two, debating on it for a few moments. He looked at Bill, then back to the twins. "Sure, why not? I need a break from my research anyway."

"So I guess I'm chopped liver?- Hey!" Bill's complaining was interrupted with the pig licking him all over, yet the animal was too heavy to push away.
Ford chuckled at the sight of Bill being licked all over by Waddles, amused. "Yep, you're chopped liver."

Bill growled in annoyance, both at Sixer and the pig. "Fine! I'll be perfectly fine alone in this boring room doing nothing for over 20 minutes!" He continued to complain.
Mabel butted in, "Aw, don't worry, Waddles will keep you company!"
"Uh, Mabel, are you sure about that? Bill might turn him into bacon within 5 minutes..." Dipper asked
"Nah, it's fine! Right, Bill?"
Bill rolled his eye. "Fine."

Ford laughed softly at the conversation between them all, watching the exchange intently. He had to admit, the idea of leaving the two alone together didn't exactly sound smart, but they had been fine the past few weeks. So the chance of Bill screwing up seemed unlikely. Ford stood up, grabbing his coat off the rack. "Alright, let's head out."

Bill watched as they left the room, his eye then turning to the pig. "So I guess it's just you and me now, eh?" Waddles oinked in response, making himself more comfortable on the couch. He gently nuzzled his head into Bill's lap. Bill held his hands up off the animal before hesitantly resting a hand on it's head. "... Guess it ain't too bad..."

Silence for a moment. The silence then let the sound of the creaking couch come into play, and despite no movement, the creaking continued.
It got a bit louder until the couch snapped in half, catching them both off guard in silence.
... "OH YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME-"

-

Ford was back home, entering his room to see Bill pacing before noticing he was present. "Oh, finally!"
"What happened now?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe that your stupid old couch broke, and now I have nowhere to sleep?!"

Ford’s expression was that of annoyance and irritation, rubbing the bridge of his nose between two fingers. He let out a frustrated sigh before speaking, "I’ll just order a new one, it’s not a big deal. Stop making it a big deal, alright?"
"And where do I sleep until then?! Because I'm sure as hell not sleeping on the floor!"
"You'll have to share the bed with me. That’s the only thing I can offer until we get a new one. Deal with it."

"Yeah, two old men sharing a twin-sized bed, totally not weird at all!" Bill crossed his arms, looking away.
"First of all, it's not that small, second, do you have any better ideas? Because I sure don’t and you’re kind of out of options for the next few days."

Bill grumbled for a bit. "Fine!" He finally agreed, looking back at Sixer.
Ford nodded, sighing in relief. His expression softened slightly, and he took off his coat, tossing it onto the armchair in the corner. "Good. I’m gonna go take a shower, alright? I’ll be back in like- ten minutes, maybe less."
"Alright, go ahead." Bill waved his hand in the direction of the door, not giving direct eye contact.
"Mhm." Ford grabbed some clean clothes from the dresser before heading to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, leaving Bill by himself for the time being.

Bill immediately started pacing again, thinking. Eventually, his pacing stopped as he looked down at the pig. "This is your fault, ya peanut-brained animal." Bill hissed at Waddles, who only stared back like it did nothing.

-

Stanford entered his room to see only Bill looking at the broken couch and Waddles.

Ford set his old clothes into a basket, then walked up to Bill, stopping beside him. "I know the couch broke, you don’t have to look at it like it just killed your best friend." He said, the tone of his voice matching his expression; tired and annoyed.

Bill then turned over to face him, annoyed at first until he saw the sight, eye widening and traveling along the body. His eye went back to normal, his eyebrow furrowing before he crossed his arms again. "Ugh, I have to sleep with that?" He asked himself.
"Oh, don’t look so disgusted. It’s not my fault we need to share a bed, alright?"
"Yeah. It's the pigs." He gestured to the animal. It was a bit above average size...

Ford rolled his eyes, now looking at the animal as well before back up at Bill. He nodded, "Yeah, sure, blame it on Waddles if it makes you feel better."
"It does. Now, I'm heading off to sleep. Night!"
Ford watched as Bill started walking towards the bed, raising an eyebrow. He glanced at a clock on his dresser and then back to the other before speaking. "It’s 5 in the afternoon, Bill. Why are you going to bed now?"
"I sleep when I'm tired, not when it's night. Deal with it, Sixer!" He chuckled, floating over to Ford's bed and slumping down in the dead center. "Now go mingle with your family and eat your substance or whatever you humans do before sleeping." Bill said, positioning to get more comfortable.