Fidd and Ford.

Chapter 3

Fiddleford was upstairs preparing a romantic dinner for himself and his lover. He set the plates of hot food down on the dinning room table and lit a candle in the middle of the table.

As he walked to the bathroom to freshen up for his glorious night ahead, he hummed a small tune he and Ford would sing in college. That was the first time in months he had hummed that song. In the bathroom he washed his face, combed through his hair and sprayed on some cologne (it was Fords favourite).

He looked up that the clock in the dinning room "six thirty" he whispered to himself as he sat at the table. He patiently waited for the sound of the elevator. "Seven o'clock " he mumbled to himself still patiently waiting. "ten to nine" he grumbled to himself as the candle was burning down to the last few inches of wax.

Fiddleford got up and stormed over to to the elevator and rode it down to fords private study. As he opened the door he saw Stanford sitting quietly over his desk. "WHAT TIME DO YOU CALL TH-" Fiddleford stopped as Ford looked over his shoulder, only to be Bill instead. "oh, it's you" Fidd mumbled. "you say that like your not happy to see me" Bill replied, grinning from ear to ear. "um, I- I would like to speak to ford" Fidd was shaking nervously, he was always scared of Bill when he possessed Ford. In his body Bill was stronger than Fiddleford, he was terrified that bill would do something irrational, after all he was insane. "he is rather busy at the moment" Bill said, standing up from his chair and walking straight for Fiddleford. " bu-but we made plans for this evening " Fidd stammered as the monster crept closer toward him. "Well he decided that work was more important, so bye. Go create some useless gadget or something" Bill snorted. "W-wait one minute cipher. I made plans with that man and by god I will speak to him!" Fidd roared, instantly regretting his outburst. "wow, feisty little thing aren't you" Bill mocked. He grabbed hold of fidd's shoulders and pushed him into the elevator "bye" Bill said with a cheesy grin and pressed the elevators button to go back up to the house. Fidd stood in the elevator weeping. Tears rolled down his face and he began to wheeze.

As the elevator doors opened he ran to his to his room, he tried to wipe away the tears and control his breathing. Once he reached his bedroom he slammed the door shut and slumped on his bed. He cried for two hours straight. His lover was slipping out of his reach and there was nothing he could do.