The Demon In Disguise《BillFord》

Classy [Chapter 17]

Ford had finally finished hiding the journals from the former triangle. And he was convinced that the demon would have a low chance of finding them. A very low chance.

When he had went back into the living room no one was there.

"Shit" he thought. Now where had he gone!? He walked around the house and found him none the less, in the attic.

But he looked diffrent... his clothes were completely changed.

"Don't I look classy? It matches my manliness dosent it" He asked, striking a girly pose.

"Where the hell did you get those?" Sixer asked Bill. The demon tapped his cane on the ground a few times and leaned up against a wall.

"Looks like my small bit of magic can do something other than just reading minds!" He said in delight. "I wish I would have known how to do this when I ruled Egypt!"he smirked.

Ford had to admit the outfit looked very fancy and was nice.

He had a yellow tail coat on that was only a few inches from reaching the ground. Beneath that was a black dress shirt with a black bow tie. His upper ears on the right side had been studded with two gold, or gold looking, earings. Half of the hair on his head had been shaved off, with a black undercoat. The blondish gold that had been left was swept to the left and almost covered all of his eyepatch. Long black gloves covered his hands and tucked into his suit nicely. He wore black dress pants and what looked like black combat boots. But the most marvelous was that of the inside on the back of his tail coat that Ford could at least see... is what looked like a galaxy. And it didn't look like a fabric. It looked like a galaxy.

"I kept the eyepatch, because I knew you would be mad if I ditched it." He laughed and then sighed.

Truth was, the triangle didn't want to get rid of it. He felt some sediment to it for some reason, and he couldn't find himself to get rid of it.

'Damn him. Damn this flesh bag. Damn this earth.' Bill thought to himself. Ever since he figured out he was himself, he had been having the worst feelings. None that he had had in the past. And oh how he hated it. It scratched at the inside of his chest and would make his whole body heat up in a blink of an eye.

As an former being of infinite knowledge he should have known what this is for God's....wait he new that there was no God. He should have known what this was for Demon's sake!!! There, that sounded better to him.

All the former demon knew now is that he woke up one morning to figure out he had done...that...with him. And then next thing he knew he was locked in a cage, chained with both hands to the sides of the cage.

He didn't know why he felt this. He hated so much that it now quite intrigued by it. He felt a strong urge against it, but yet wants to figure out what had gotten into him.

'Curiosity killed the Bill.' He thought. That never caught on back in the day. But somehow a cat was easily replaced by him. Stupid cats.

But there was really only one thing that he could draw the metaphorical line to. It all drew back to-

"Hey" Ford yelled. Bill snapped out of his thoughts and brushed them aside. He didn't want to let Sixer know what he had been thinking about. "Yes! What was it that you wanted?" He asked, quite gentleman like he must admit.

"I need to talk to you. Now." Bill rolled his eyes and walked down the stairs and into Ford's office. (If your still not sure where his office is it's the gift shop of the mystery shack)

Ford sat in his chair to his desk while Bill took a fold out chair, sitting on the chair backwards with his arms resting on the top of the chair.

"What did you want to talk about Fordsy?" Bill said quite happy for no reason...weird...

"Well" Ford stated dully "I want to know how the hell this whole other prophecy works" Ford sighed and continued "and how the hell I can get you out of here forever before I shoot you personally."

The demon was honestly quite hurt that Fordsy would want him gone so soon, judging on how much he liked that other guy.

"Well then! Want me gone that quick!" Bill joked "Yes. Immediately." Ford retorted. Ouch.

"Just tell me how I can get you back to your old self." Sixer groaned, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand.

"Well I'm afraid that's not going to be any time soon in a matter of a fact." This did not and I repeat not make Ford happy one bit. "What do you mean 'not going to be any time soon'!?"

Bill let out a nervous laugh and stretched his legs out. "Yeahhhhh, the prophecy keeps me here for however damn well it pleases." The demon groaned thinking about it. "Look Sixer, I'm just as excited about this as you are!" His voice grew louder. "You know how much I hate being one of your human flesh bags!?"

"Yah jeez thanks for that" Ford joked not that happily. "So how long is that time period that you stay for here?" He questioned.

"Well let's see..." Bill pondered, tapping his chin. "The longest I can recall was a good 50 years, so half of a person's life span."

Ford about died inside. He couldn't stand this demon for the week that he had regained his memories. He wished that the other man that was inside of him would have just stayed here. He much preferred him. "And what has been the shortest span you've been here before?" He asked with little hope.

Bill pondered for a moment, but not long. Then spoke. "About a good year." This made Sixer feel a bit better. But still not much.

"And you've already been here for about five months now, so that's almost half a year" Ford pondered.

"I guess I'm stuck here for a while" Bill chuckled. Ford looked up at the demon for a second, staring at his one visable eye. His head was perfectly layed on both of his arms, turned slightly. Gold hair brushed over his eyepatch and ran slightly past the peice of fabric. The slight visible freckles on his face blended in with his perfect, bright, gold eye.

Ford realized that he was staring, he quickly looked away and stood up, trying to avoid his face from heating up and a terrible visable blush. "No" he stated. "There has to be another way. I don't want to live the rest of my life with you in my hair."

Bill had about enough, what had he ever done to him to make him want to get rid of him!?......Oh right. Nevermind.

But hasn't he heard about forgive and forget? Bill hoped it was a bit more leaning to the 'forget' side.

But as far as Ford knew, he wanted to get rid of Bill.

But as far as Bill didn't know, for some reason, he wanted to make Ford change his mind on making him go.