Monster Falls

11: Maniac With a Knife

Stanford pushed open the door, catching sight of the three figures in the living room and making sure to be quiet. He shushed Bill as he walked in, slowly inching over to his bedroom in the other hallway. He opened the carved door, dropping his backpack onto the floor. He hadn't exactly found very much information, but at least now he had a sample of water, right?

Bill walked in, groaning and lying down on Stanford's orange couch. The demon had complained multiple times about multiple different things. First it was his cheek, then his leg, and now how he was over dramatically tired. "I'm sooo tired," he moaned, covering his eye with his arm.

"So am I," Ford mumbled, taking out the water from his bag.

Bill groaned, rolling on his stomach and turning his head to look at the griffin. "But I've only slept once in my life! Yesterday!"

"Me too," Stanford grumbled, scratching his hand.

The demon rolled his blue eye. "Ha-ha. You're so funny."

Ford turned around. "I'm--I'm going to go find my brother, come."

Bill huffed, standing up. "Fine."

Ford walked upstairs, knocking on Stanley's door, waiting, from a response, but quickly opened the door when he didn't hear one. The sphinx froze. He room was empty. Stanley was gone. He walked in, ripping the covers off of the bed.

"I don't think he'll fit under those, Sixer," Bill remarked, standing in the doorway.

Ford rolled his eyes, dropping the blanket back onto the bed. "C'mon, we have to go ask Dipper," he started, walking back downstairs.

"You mean Pine Tree?"

Nodding, Ford scratched the back of his neck. "That's all you call him? No silly nicknames?"

"Oh, like you, Fordsy? No, no, you're special," Bill snapped. Sixer didn't want to know why he called him those. The demon wasn't even sure if Stanford even knew much about the whole Cipher Wheel prophecy thing. And Bill did not intend to tell him.

Ford rolled his eyes, beginning to get annoyed with the demon's constant chatter. He stepped onto the yellow carpet of the living room. He looked at Dipper, sleeping calmly with his head rested on what looked to be the shoulder of that redhead that worked at the Mystery Shack. He got closer, shaking the kid's shoulder. "Dipper," he whispered, seeing the cervitaur's ears twitch.

Dipper's eyes fluttered open, catching sight of the man in front of him. "Great...great uncle Ford?" He asked, springing up.

The sphinx nodded. "Hey, Dipper," he said, smiling slightly.

Dipper's eyes brightened, and he hugged Stanford, who was taken aback. He--he hadn't been hugged in a very, very long time. "I've been looking for you everywhere!" Dipper unwrapped his arms.

Ford cleared his throat. "Have you seen your uncle?"

Dipper frowned. "N-no, I haven't seen him or Mabel since last night," he froze. "I-I thought you knew where they were." Ford's eyes widened. Shoot. Had Stanley went out to find him?

Bill walked in, waving to Dipper. "Hey!"

"Bi--"

The demon's eyes widened. If Stanford knew that he had told the kid who he was, he'd go nuts. "Uh, what's your name?" He lied, wincing when it came out rather robotic-like. As a demon who relied mostly on lying, you'd think he would be at least an okay fibber. But he wasn't. Bill was absolutely terrible at lying.

Dipper looked at the demon strangely. "Why should I tell you?"

Stanford shook the shock out of his head and collected himself. "Um, this is our guest, uh, Will! He's a--a travelling magician, and his trailer got," he thought, "blown up by a--a--"