Something I Need (BillFord) (A Gravity Falls Fan Fic)

Chapter 1: Honey, Don't You Be Afraid

Based off a rollplay between me and StormDragon_13

(Song: Something I Need - OneRepublic)

It was halfway through Spring, the afternoons and evenings were icy cold, and Stanford would always wake to dewy grass and foggy windows in the morning. One slightly chilly morning, after he had aired the house and cleaned up from breakfast, Stanford thought it would be a good idea to take a walk. So, after finishing off his coffee, his insides pleasantly warm, he got ready.

Shrugging on his favorite red turtleneck sweater, his handy-dandy trench coat and his now quite old and still slightly muddy hiking boots. He made his way out the creaky wooden door, locking it behind him. The porch steps creaked as he walked down them, and he smiled and breathed in the fresh air, the wind ruffling his chocolate brown hair. 

The birds sung and a gentle breeze wafted through from the woods he was heading towards, still slightly chilly but getting warmer as the sun rose higher, smelling of flowers and other odd forest-y scents. The uneven trail he had picked was littered with leaves, sticks and the occasional squirrel that raced across like a demented chicken, chattering loudly as they avoided his muddy boots.

He didn't know exactly where he was going till he got there, it was like he was being led there by an unseen force, perhaps fate had decided to play its game.

He stopped quite suddenly in the small clearing, streaks of sun light pooling from above, a figure lay huddled by the broken statue that had been perfectly intact as of yesterday "Hello?" he asked cautiously.

The figure looked up, startled by the voice, eyes wide and teeth chattering from the cold as he wrapped his arms around his knees closely. He had nothing on but a part of odd looking gray shorts, his curly golden hair was messy and untidy, a few twigs and leaves stuck in the untidy strands.

He gave Stanford a frightened look and curled up tighter, "W-Who are you?" he asked. Stanford took off his trench coat and held it out with a small smile "My names Stanford, don't be afraid I won't hurt you, you must be freezing, here" he offered the coat, it waved a little in the wind.

The man looked up at him once more before rising to his feet, skin pale. He had a few cuts and bruises on his legs, but nothing too damaging to need medical care. The unknown man steadied himself on what remained of the statue and took a few wobbly steps towards him, stumbling a little. "Can you walk?" Stanford asked, the man shook his head and looked embarrassed "It's t-too hard, I've tried" he said quietly.

Stanford came over and put the coat around him, ignoring his protests as he picked him up, carrying him bridal style out of the clearing and away from the statue "There, see I got you" Stanford said, feeling the mans heart beat wildly, "Calm down it's okay, I said I wouldn't hurt you." 

Stanford looked down at him with a smile, hoping to show him he meant no harm. But instead he was greeted with those golden whites, black slits staring up at him, trembling just a little. Goosebumps went up his spine and adrenaline rushed through his veins, "Bill?" he whispered in shock stopping quite suddenly at the edge of the proper trail.

The man gave a confused look, "D-Do you, k-know me?" he asked, stuttering from the cold. Stanford nodded, still quite not believing what he was seeing "Your name is Bill, we, we were..." he trailed off.

We were friends, enemies...

"What were we?" Bill asked, his head cocked to one side,

Stanford shook his head and gave him a smile "It doesn't matter" he said "Are you feeling warmer?"

Bill nodded "Yes, thank you" his stutter had gone, his teeth no longer chattering, he let out a huge, tired yawn. Stanford continued back to the house, mind whirring with thoughts and confusion. Bill was back and he had absolutely no memory of him or anything it seemed. He was either inhabiting a body or this one was his.

He felt a warm hand on his cheek, fingers soft as they pulled him back to reality. He looked down to see Bill staring rather intently at him, focused with a frown "Can I help you?" he asked amused.

Bill retracted his hand, his cheeks red, "I just, you do look familiar, but nothing comes to mind..." the demon said. Stanford chuckled as the demon blushed deeper with nervous energy.

The next thing he knew Bill was fast asleep in his arms, eyes closed and one hand scrunched loosely in the folds of his red sweater. While soft and slightly wheezy snores exited his mouth. Stanford wrapped him up better, adjusting him in his arms and continuing home.