Alma sat up once she heard Ford's heavy boots. Her scarf was in his hand when he handed it off to her. Then without warning, he suddenly sat down beside her on the cot. Alma turned hot again as she felt his arm rub against hers. She'd start to wrap her scarf back around her neck, only for Ford to take the end and wrap it himself. She was full blushing when his eyes went over to her. No doubt he noticed that time as she tried to hide it with her scarf, embarrassed.
His eyes moved away, a small smirk forming on his face. "No point in hiding your feelings." He said to the room. He knew. He knew how she felt. But did he feel the same?
Alma pulled her scarf away from her face. "Was it my blushing?" She asked quietly.
Ford just shook his head. "No. I just – knew." He seem to hesitate as if trying to figure out what to say. He let out a sigh, lowering his head into his hands. Alma wanted to so badly hook her arm under his as it seemed he was going through more than she suspected.
She decided to try though. Slowly, she let her arm curl around his. She leaned her head on his shoulder as he raised his head back up and met her gaze. They were slowly getting there it seemed. Neither her or Ford have been in a relationship for a long time. It will just be baby steps the first while.
"Alma," Ford said, while grabbing both her hands and hold them in his. "You sure you want to do this?"
"I've already been with you this long. I think we can at least try." She replied with a small smile.
His grip tightened on her hands. "What about Bill?"
Bill. She hasn't heard that name in months. That snarky, manipulative demon has been haunting Ford since he let him in. Everyday he regrets that decision. He has spent years while they were in the dimension, trying to find answers about him. Bill is able to be stopped. That is all he really ever wanted.
But that is the reason why he was so infuriated at his brother. Opening the portal to save him, brought Bill with him. Little did he know though, Gideon Gleeful had already summoned him in Gravity Falls. And he has been marking his family since then. Now his favorite puppet was back in town. It was only a matter of time before he knew it.
"Then we'll fight him together." Alma replied pridefully. "You know how to beat him. We just need it at the right time."
Ford admired her faith. She was stronger than he'd ever be. But she was right. Bill had left him awhile ago for a reason he may never know. He's done enough torture to this world and other dimensions. "Then we shall." He replied.
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Late that night, Alma had an odd dream. She found herself sitting on a wet swing overlooking an abyss like world with hovering rocks and bizarre objects. The infinite die floated past her, along with Waddles, her pen and Ford's journals. There was demonic whispers behind you from time to time. It felt as if she was just floating there herself. But once she let her boots down, the sandy floor became visible as she nearly tripped taking one step.
"Ain't you a sight for sore eye." A loud, distorted voice said. A triangular figure morphed and swirled before her. It was yellow with scrawny arms and legs, one big eye and a tall top hat. Alma narrowed her eyes. "So tell me, cupcake. What is up with you and old Fordsie?"
"What do you want, Bill?" Alma sneered. "And don't call me cupcake."
Bill laughed. "You and Fordsie are perfect for each other! Talk about drag queens."
"Cut the crap." Alma snapped.
"Cut the crap. It is funny cause you are crap." Bill mocked, tapping his fingers together. "So let's make a deal, cupcake."
