A little while later, Stan had been coming back repetitively to check on Ford. He would gently place the back of his hand against Ford's face ,hand, and forehead, just lightly enough to check to see if his temperature had raised any ant to be sure he doesn't wake him. Eventually, a few hours had passed and Stan had started checking for a pulse in fear that he was fading. He would release a breath he didn't know he was holding and leave just to come back again a few minutes later. The day begins to end and the kids head off to bed while Stan runs around in his pajamas. Soon, he starts to notice Ford getting colder and finds himself unable to leave his side. He makes up his mind, grabs a extra blanket from another room and walks over to the couch. He crawls underneath the covers with Ford carefully and situates himself next to him, pulling the extra blanket over them. Ford seems incredibly small and fragile and is alarmingly cold, curled up, almost desperate for warmth or comfort which just gives Stan the urge to help his brother. He scoots over closer to Ford, making sure he's not upsetting his wounds but also making sure that he's close enough to transfer his body heat. Ford seemingly relaxes, slowly starting to melt happily at his twins presence. Stan grins a bit, feeling Ford's cold body gradually start to warm up and uncurl from its desperate ball. Stan carefully brings his arm over to Ford's and gently presses his thumb into his forearm, feeling Ford's pulse. He lets himself drift off for the night, being lulled to sleep by the soothing, steady, and gradually strengthening beat. They slowly sleep the night away in each others care, Stan warming Ford to prevent any possible life-threatening results of no one taking action. A few hours into the night, the two start to dream and find themselves inside of a strange, space-like area, almost like the dreamscape they would see Bill Cipher in. Stan floats around aimlessly, not sure exactly where he is. He sees a bunch of books and various chemicals floating rather neatly in a certain area and he floats over, seeing this as a tattle-tale sign of a certain six fingered nerd. He gets close and suddenly, a wave of glowing gold particles stand defensibly as a wall in front of him, as if protecting something from Stan. "Ford? Is that you?" Stan hears a growl and Ford's voice behind the wall, practically hissing his words in hatred, anger, and disbelief. "You're not Stan! You're not getting to me this time, CIPHER! I'm done playing your little games!" Stan's eyes widen a bit, understanding that Bill's presence in Ford's dreams and mind isn't a unnatural occurrence. He shakes it off and sighs. "C'mon, poindexter! Its really me!" There is a small silence from Ford. "How do I know its really you...?" "Dang it, just let me in, ya nerd." Stan says sternly. "Yup... That sounds like Stanley..." Ford murmurs to himself quietly. The glowing wall hesitantly comes down and Stan floats himself in to find Ford, floating in the middle of at the very least twenty or thirty books, half his face covered with a sheet of paper stuck to his face. He seems to watch Stan carefully, catching his every move, his every breath. Stan gives a sigh. "I'm not that demonic corn-chip, I swear. Now, stop worrying so much." Ford sighs. "Y-yes... Sorry, Stanley... I could sense your presence in my mind but... You know what? Never mind. Thanks for helping me out, by the way!" Stan grins a bit at Ford. "Eh, no problem, bro! Ya seemed pretty cold and ya got even colder a bit later so I had to... Uh... What's it called..." "Ah! A body heat transfer! Clever!" Ford says, smiling thankfully at his brother. Stan looks at Ford's half covered face curiously. "Why ya got your face covered?" "U-uh...! No... No reason...?" Stan sigh. "Ford. I'm a conman. What's up?" Ford sighs and pulls off the paper to revile, blood coming from his eye. Stan stares, confused, worried, and concerned. "Wh... What'd ya do?" "Its a side effect... From a long time ago... Suddenly, they hear the sickening sound of Bill's laughter, echoing around them. "Ah,hahahahahahahahahaa!! So! You hide things from your brother, even if he's inside your mind, huh sixer? This isn't how your dreamscape looks!" Ford growls. "Well, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have to hide anything!" Stan is starring at Ford questioningly, obviously wondering why this is such a big deal. Ford looks at Stan and sighs. Suddenly, everything around them becomes scattered and misshapen, showing something obviously wrong with his mind. "That's better, sixer! Haha!" Says Bill as he slowly fades into their vision. Stan looms in front of Ford protectively, not ABOUT to move away. "That eye hurting you, Sixer? Here!" Suddenly, Bill's voice seems to come from the triangular form in fron of Stan, and his brother. "Let me fix that for you! Ah,hahahahahahahaa!!" Stan gets a sickening sinking feeling and looks at Ford and he has his left eye as Bill's. Ford has a expression on his right face that says that he expects to get abandoned, yelled at, and like he's completely betrayed everyone. The other half of his face says that he's about to murder everyone, ruining everyone's lives. Stan stares for a second, then starts to slowly back away from them both, confused, scared, and concerned. "F-Ford...? Whats...?" Ford sighs, his voice slightly warped. "I might as well tell you... Y-you deserve the truth... Me and Bill... Once worked together. He could possess me, read my thoughts, and speak to me at any time. We were one. Best friends. Until he betrayed me." Ford fires a angry glance at Bill, his eyes flaring. "Hahahahaha!! Aw, don't be so sour, sixer! I know ya missed me!" Ford gives a growl. "NEVER!! I'm GLAD you're gone!!" "Aw, c'mon, sixer! I know ya did! I can see inside your mind! Ya cant hide it from me!" Ford growls again, louder than before. "SHUT UP!!" Suddenly, golden energy fires off Ford, blasting Bill backwards, causing him to go into a hurtle. Stan gets blasted back a bit too but is suddenly pulled towards Ford with the energy. Ford starts floating off as quickly as possible, Stan now willingly following. Ford leads them through a opening and they are suddenly inside a strange landscape. There are planets in the hazel sky and stars glistening everywhere. There are rolling mountains and strange monsters everywhere. Stan suddenly feels nauseous and light headed and starts to fumble a bit. Ford takes Stan’s hand and keeps running. “Come on, Stanley! We have to keep going!” “Naw duh, poindexter!” They keep running as fast as possible and they hear Bill shout at them from behind. “GET BACK HERE MORTALS!!!!” Stan and Ford run even faster, faster than they were before. “Wh-why are we running? We- We cant die in a dream!” Exclaims Stan, panting as he’s running behind Ford. “Because, Stanley! This is my dreamscape! Things are different here! You can die here!” “WHAT TYPE OF MIND DO YA HAVE?!?!” “STANLEY, THIS IS NOT THE TIME!!!” Ford looks ahead and sees people, time police. “DUCK!!!” Ford pulls Stan into the nearby woods and they keep running, managing to avoid the police. Stan gets a glimpse over his shoulder and sees Bill, ready to fire a eye-beam. He suddenly pushes Ford out of the way and doesn’t have enough time to get himself out of the way. Bill fires and Ford looks back just in time to see Stan’s face, scared and in shock as he is impaled with a light blue ray of light.