Monster Falls

15: Caffinated Triangle

Bill was humming a delightful song as he skipped around Ford's study happily. Stanford looked up from the paper at the very giddy demon. "I shouldn't have given him that coffee," he mumbled, getting dizzy just watching him.

Bill giggled drunkenly, running up to Stanford and resting his head on his shoulder, grinning widely. "I heeaaard that, Fooordsy!"

Ford clawed at him, annoyed. "Do you want to go upstairs?" He snapped, batting the demon away. Ford stiffened as he saw little cyan sparks popping off of Bill's hands, his blue eye brighter then normal. The sphinx pursed his lips. The extra energy must have reactivated his powers slightly. That was...worrying.

"Yeah! That would be a great idea!" Bill snickered, stumbling back and almost tripping over his feet. "I bet Shooting Star will let me rip off her flesh, unlike you, Sixer!"

Ford ran his fingers through his hair, eying Bill's hands. He huffed, dropping his pen. "Y-you know what? Let's take a break." He sighed, standing up. "We both need it."

The demon beamed, having a hard time standing in one place. And when he was able to to that, his body vibrated worse then a man who threw a toaster in a bathtub. "LET'S GO DRINK EACH OTHER'S BLOOD!" He exclaimed, dashing to the elevator and giving Ford one last grin before the metal doors clamped shut, taking the very caffeinated ex-demon upstairs.

A crash sounded above, and Ford grimaced. "Wonder what thing of Stan's he broke now?" The man asked himself, walking to the elevator. Once in the machine, he furrowed his brows. Bill had to have been insanely energized to reactivate his powers. How many cups of coffee had he drank?

Stanford trudged up the stairs, walking into Stanley's gift shop. He sighed. Even if his brother had turned his house into a tourist attraction, it wasn't doing that horribly. As much as he hated to admit it, Stan was...successful. Well, successful enough. Slowly, he nudged open the 'employees only' door, eyeing the figures on the ground near the television. He smiled slightly as he looked at his niece, Mabel. A unicorn. Well, half unicorn. Cute. He knew the girl well enough to know that she would be quite pleased with that. Dipper's ears perked up slightly, an indication that he knew his uncle was standing there.

"Great Uncle Ford!" He exclaimed, messily standing up and trotting over to the man. "Did you find a cure?"

Ford grimaced. The boy was so...dependent on him finding a cure, wasn't he? He reluctantly shook his head. "No, Dipper. I'm very sorry." Stanford looked behind him. "But--hey! I found out why the river's cursed!"

Dipper's eyes widened. "R-really? Why?" He questioned, excited to find out some answers.

The sphinx cleared his throat, kneeling down to his nephew's height. "I've been told that a witch cursed it. Why, I don't know. Vain, vanity, revenge--it could be anything!" He stood back up, placing a hand on his chin. "It's quite a puzzle, boy."

Bill skipped in, humming some sort of--well, who knows what. The cervitaur stiffened, remembering earlier. The demon beamed, flicking the boy right above his eye. Bill chuckled, watching the boy flinch. "Hey Pine Treeeeeee--uh, Dipper! How are you, uh, doooing?" He said awkwardly, the friendly words not familiar to his tongue. Especially considering he didn't have a tongue before.

The boy laughed awkwardly. "Y-yeah, that's--that's my name alright!" He chuckled, trying to come up with a believable persona. "And, uh--what's--what's yours again?"

The demon paused. What was his 'name' again? He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Uh--uh, W-Will, Will's my name, kid! Remember it!" Mabel was glaring at the two boys, an eyebrow raised. Dipper was such a bad liar. She, on the other hand was okay at it, but it was a skill that she normally did not like to harness.