Knowledgeable Love (Stanford X Reader)

Chapter 6

You woke up with a jolt, your heart pounding. You could even hear it in your neck. Then after a moment, it simmered down.
"What was that about?" You asked yourself and got out of the flimsy mattress, and went to go see Stanford if he was awake.
You ran down the stairs, and to your surprise, there he was. Making a breakfast of scrambled eggs. It took him a minute to know you were there, and he cocked a brow at you.
Maybe he wondered why you were making that weird expression?
"You alright, (y/n)? You look a little...pale." He straightened his glasses before turning the stove off and sliding the scrambled eggs onto two plates.
"No...I'm not alright. I had a dream..." You replayed the dream over in your head, and Ford had his full attention on you.
"Well? What was it about?" He sat down in a chair in front of you, his eyes focussed on your (e/c) iris'.
Your hands became sweaty once again. "About...a triangle. A floating one. With a black bow tie, and a tall top hat-"
Ford hushed you, and rested a hand on your shoulder. He spoke slowly, "...Bill Cipher." He tapped his chin nervously, and paced the hardwood floor. "You didn't make a deal with him, did you?Wait...what would he possibly want?" Ford started to ramble on, with you standing in the middle of the kitchen trying to piece everything together.
"A deal. He tried to, Ford," you finally spoke, and he stopped pacing.
"What did he want?"
You shuffled in your spot. "He wanted me..."
Ford blinked and walked the slightest towards you, his eyes averted from yours now.
"Well...what tempted you to make the deal with him?" His voice was even lower, and your breathing quickened.
   "I try to find out how to solve cryptograms...for months this has been going on," you spoke, trying to not show any nervousness, but that failed.
   He leaned back, grabbing the first plate of scrambled eggs, and handed them to you. "It's good...that you didn't make a deal with him. He is never to be trusted!" Ford exclaimed, pushing up his glasses as he headed to another room.
   "How come?" You asked, peering around the corner while still holding the eggs.
   Ford's voice could be heard around the corner, but it faded as he slowly went further and further away from you.
   "I'll tell you another day, (y/n)."