Monster Falls

6: Triangle At the Door

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The sound of pencil on the paper cut off as Stanford Pines stopped writing, cringing at a pain in his left hand. He quickly put his pencil down, massaging his six-fingered palm. Stanford knew these weren't...cramps from doing something as little as jotting a few words on a piece of paper. This was the work of the Fluvius Canatis, which was presumably beginning to change him into his new form.

Tired and in pain, Ford rubbed his eyes, standing up from his metal desk in the basement. He had planned to retire to his bed in his old study hours ago, but time quickly passed and it was two am. Stanford rubbed his forehead. A massive headache was plaguing him, and Ford didn't know if he could bare any longer without another cup of coffee.

The elevator made its way up, making several creaking noises that the scientist thought would awaken the whole household. He stepped out when it reached the top, slowly climbing up the stairs while itching a spot on his arm. Stanford pushed open the vending machine door, shutting it as he walked out. The sound of rain hitting the windows was all he could hear. Ford groaned, feeling an ache in his back. Oh yes, wings, he thought, remembering Stanley and himself's conversation from earlier.

Groggily, Stanford pulled himself into the kitchen, pushing up his glasses slightly in order to rub at his eyes. He pulled out the coffee machine, then the mix, before hearing a knock on the door. Ford groaned, back hunching. The scientist groggily made his way to the door, wondering why any visitor would be here at this hour.

Standing at the door was a lanky, dark-skinned young man, who looked to be in his late twenties. He was grinning awkwardly, bringing out the deep bags underneath his unnaturally bright blue eyes-- well, eye, one was covered by a black, silky eyepatch. The man was wearing a bright yellow suit, the arms and pants black, an awkwardly triangular black bowtie resting on his chest. He was very skinny, and it looked like he was having a hard time standing up, constantly switching his weight from one foot to the other. Messy, ash blonde hair was fighting to fall over his good eye, but was cropped high enough so it didn't block the man's sight. His stubbled chin was rather pointy, but worked with his, almost, triangular shaped face, complete with high cheekbones and a large, triangular nose.

"Laugh all you want, Sixer," the man said, a nasally tone to his voice. "I don't give a fuck what you think."

Before the man on the doorstep could register, Stanford tackled him onto the floor of the porch, pinning the man, a feral look on his face. "What the hell are you doing at my house, you monster?" Ford stated, eyes wild.

The man chuckled awkwardly, not looking as uncomfortable as he should be. "Just came to visit my favourite chums, ya know, Six?" The eye uncovered by the black eyepatch shifted to the right, and Ford could sense a slight bit of fear in the man's face.

Stanford quite literally growled, yet he was much too frightened and angry to realize. "You've got thirty seconds to tell me the truth, Cipher," the scientist demanded.

Bill groaned loudly, annoyed. "If you honesty think I'm gonna do that, you're not quite as smart as I thought you were, Stanford."

Ford's face contorted into a snarl, glaring at the demon-turned-man he had pinned to his porch.

"Lemme give you a hint, smart guy. Man into monster," Bill started, a taunting tone to his voice.

Stanford thought for a minute, then finally getting the answer, he spoke out: "Monster into man."

Bill cackled, a large smile appearing on his face. "Yes! Ha-ha--oh, man--haha, you got it Sixer! Haaaahaaa," The former demon chuckled, his face suddenly looking very confused. "Bill--hahaaa-Bill Cipher caught the Fluvius--" the demon stopped as he begun to cough, lungs obviously oxygen deprived from his laughing fit. "Whew! My lungs are burning!"

Ford furrowed his brows. "You--the Fluvius Cantatis--how, may I ask, did that happen?"

Bill chuckled, still obviously out of breath. "Your nephew, Sixer! Your idiot nephew dragged me into it!"

Ford shook off his curiosity and reminded himself of the seriousness of the matter. "Alright, Bill. We have engaged in our little chat, and now I want nothing to do with you. Get off of my property. Now."

Bill frowned. "Why not just kill me?"

Stanford crinkled his nose. "What?"

The demon-turned-human chuckled, laughing at Stanford's confusion. "I'm a mortal now, Sixer! Why not take one of your only opportunities to finally rid the universe of me!"

Ford thought for a moment. What the demon said was true, but who was to say that killing him wouldn't restore his magic and triangular form? "Nice try, Cipher. Now leave."

"I know why you won't!"

Stanford bit his lip. "And why is that?"

"Because you still like me!"

Stanford punched Bill in the face.

Ford was angry now. "No! No! Y-you ruined me! You drove me to the point of insanity! The fact that you even have the nerve to...to..."

Bill sat up as the man on top of him passed out. He chuckled. "Haven't had your coffee yet, eh Sixer?" The demon stood up, patting the unconscious man on the back. "Oh well. Makes things easier for me!" He stepped over the man, walking into the house. "Hope ya' don't mind if I let myself in!"

The door slammed, and Stanford was left on the porch, completely asleep.