Y/N's POV

Three days have passed and I'm still stuck in the past. The blizzard is no where close to ending so it's just been Ford, Bill, and I at the shack. Of course, Ford doesn't know I've been talking to Bill which is exactly what Bill wanted. I would probably be more calm if I wasn't worrying about my friends in the present- or future. I don't even know!

It's night meaning Ford is asleep and Banford is awake working on fixing the time machine. I'm sitting in the bunker with him on my own swirly chair that I've been spinning around in. That is, until Banford finally got annoyed of it. He reaches out and grabs my chair without turning away from his work to immediately stop it sending me falling off the chair. He starts chuckling as I only glare at him hugging my knees. I stay seated on the ground as he continues to work in silence.

Of course, my mind starts to wander off. What's happening to everyone in the future right now? Is there even a future anymore? Is my world already blown up into nothing?! Maybe I could go back a few days before, maybe I can go back to the very moment Bill sent me back to the past. What time was it? What day was it? I have completely lost count of what day it actually is here in the past since I never really bothered to ask. I just know that I've been here for two nights and three mornings and this will be my third night.

I see someone snap their fingers in my face with an annoyed look, "Kid, stop zoning out like that. Your thoughts are too loud and I can't focus so, do you mind?" Banford turned back around and continued to work.

I miss home, I miss my Mystery Shack with all the hoax and fake creatures Stan created. I miss every morning, getting up to see two brunettes with bright smiles waiting for me outside my room to start the day. I miss sitting at the kitchen table with just Ford and being able to talk to him. I miss Bill...I miss the days when he would just bug me until he got the attention he wanted. Why did Markus and Kaden have to ruin that for me?

I hear Banford sigh as he glances at me. He turns back his attention to the desk as he slightly pushes himself away and turns the swirly chair in my direction. He hunches over so we are basically face-to-face; he may have the face of my father but his eyes show my lover. Those gold, hypnotizing eyes.

"Kid, what's your relationship with me in the future."

I froze, unsure of what he meant, "I-I already told you, Bill Cipher is my Master and I am his slave."

Banford chuckles, "Dear, did you already forget that I am capable of reading minds?"

My skin turns pale; no, he knows! Does that mean everything is ruined? Does this mean I'm never getting that time machine fixed nor am I going to rescue my family?! "I never said that~" Banford interrupts my thoughts. I look up at him with fear written in my eyes. Banford picks up the star charm that hangs around my neck by a silver chain.

"Y/n, I started reading your mind from day one because I knew you wouldn't tell me the truth. The truth was hard to believe at first; I mean, my plans failed and I'm basically dying until you become my savior who just so happens to become my lover. How is a demon as myself suppose to process the fact that I earn emotions in the future?"

Banford leans closer and puts a hand on my chin, "The necklace is the reason why I'm helping you. I could've let you stay stuck in the past and hoped to never see you again. My future self, however, put his powers inside your necklace indicating that you are worth just as much. That he would die, basically, without you.

"I'm still going to help you out, nonetheless, because as much as I hate Meatsacks I despise Kaden more. So, I'm going to fix your time machine and I'm going to get you back to your time if it's the last thing I do. Got it? Good. Now stop worrying and relax because your thoughts are unbearably loud."

I'm frozen. So, Banford would rather keep me alive and get me back to my time than him making sure his plan doesn't fail so that way he never earns emotions in the first place? Banford stands up while picking me up as well so I can stand on two feet. He grabs my hand and leads me to the elevator that we both ride up to reach the surface once again. I follow him as he walks into the living room; he grabs my hand and gestures me to the chair. I sit in it as he just stares at me for a while before removing a strand of hair out of my face.

"It's late, Y/n, you should get some rest. I'll continue to work on the machine."

I nod my head and pull the blanket over top of me as I lay my head back. Banford starts to walk out of the room until I stop him by saying, "Goodnight, Bill." He stops walking and stands there frozen for a second, soon he begins to walk again as my eyes grow heavy. I can't hold them open any longer, another day gone by and I'm still stuck in the past. Maybe it won't be so bad, eventually I'm bound to get back to my time.

*Time Skip to Four Days Later*

"Y/n! What a pleasant surprise to see you once again, how's it goin'?"

"Going great, Fiddleford. I assume you are going to work with Ford with his research again today?"

Fiddleford laughs as I smile at his friendly face, "Yup. Say, has Stanford made contact with your parents yet now that the blizzard is gone."

I faked a sigh, pretending to be disappointed, "Sadly, no, but hopefully soon." He gave me a sincere smile as he strolled out of the kitchen while I continued to eat the red apple in my hand. A week has passed now, nothing new except for the end of the blizzard and Ford trying to contact my parents to get me home. Fiddleford now comes over to help Ford out with his 'research'. I wonder how the portal is coming along anyways. It's strange to see McGucket so young; it's also disappointing that he once use to be sane until he started erasing his mind.

I continue to eat my apple, feeling as if I'm being watched. I've learned that while Bill didn't posses Ford's body that he could still watch me from the Mindscape where I can't see him. I continue to eat the apple as I look out the kitchen window to see all the white, fluffy snow. "Isn't it beautiful?" I ask to what seems like myself but I know I'm not. I stand up and walk over to place my hand on the freezing glass.

'I guess in the human's eyes it could be.' I heard Bill's voice ring through my head.

I roll my eyes in response, "You know what else is beautiful?"

'What else could possibly be beautiful to you-'

"Me!" I yell and laugh as I recall Bill doing the same thing to me. It was the first day I met him, when we were looking at the stars on our way to Greasy's Diner. I should've seen myself walk into that one that night but sadly I did not. It was lame, true, but I also wanted to try to do it on a Bill that wouldn't have seen it coming. This was that perfect opportunity.

'Wow, human jokes get lamer by the century.' I hear Bill say.

"Actually, it was your joke."

'...yeah, that does sound like something I'd do.'

I release my hand from the cold glass but never leave eye contact with the snow. A brilliant idea formed in my head; I ran out of the kitchen and ran to the coat rack where Ford's beige trench coat hung. I picked it up and put my arms through it; it was definitely huge on me but I could deal with it. I put my shoes on and went to the front door. Once I opened it I let the December air enter the shack. I actually found a calendar to figure out that today (in the past) is December 6th. Winter, definitely a few seasons away from my time in the future. I'm definitely a few years away as well. 30 years can be counted as a few years...right?

I go out into the cold as my feet land on the white snow. I shivered a little but ended up laughing. I bent over and picked up a pile of snow, pressing it together to make a ball.

'What exactly are you doing?' I heard Bill question in my mind.

"I'm gonna play in the snow, is there a problem with that?" I ask, not even caring what his answer is going to be because I'm going to play in this fluffy white stuff if it's the last thing I do. 'Doesn't matter what my answer is, you won't listen.'

"You got that right; but seriously, stop reading my mind." I say a bit annoyed. I'm always upset when he reads my mind...any demon doing that for that matter. I look around only to see a winter wonderland, the colors of white from the snow and brown from the bark of trees being the only thing I can see. No sound can be heard; no birds, no gnomes. Nothing. Just a peaceful winter scene like it was out of a movie.

"Y/n? What are you doing out here?" I turn and see both Ford and McGucket standing in the doorway.

"I'm enjoying a snow day." I respond with my hands and the snowball behind my back. A mischievous plan formed in my mind as my grip tightened around the fluffy ball. I bring my arm forward and I throw it as if I were playing baseball hitting Ford in the face. Fiddleford bursted out laughing as I tried to control the laughter that threatened to escape. Ford stood there still, processing what just happened. That's when his eyes narrowed, directed towards me. I gulp in fear as I sprint off only to be hit in the back with a snowball and fall face first. Now it was Ford's turn to laugh.

"Oh, it's on!" I shout across the yard as I prepare more ammo. Fiddleford ducks behind the porch, no doubt for that being his base while Ford runs behind a tree. I lay down behind a hill while watching my opponents like a predator with its prey. That's when McGucket throws the first shot at Ford only to miss. While they are distracted, I make my way behind McGucket and toss one directly behind his head. He freezes and starts shivering.

"My, aren't you a tricky one."

"I'm the Queen of many things; one being a snowball fight." I stick my tongue out while running away only for Ford to tackle me to the ground. "Not so fast, kiddo."

"No fair! You caught me off guard."

"Yeah, sure." He digs his hand in the snow and throws it at my face as my teeth begin to stutter. He laughs loudly as I start to punch his chest playfully. The clouds above us start to collide together as flurries start to fall from the sky. Young Ford sticks his tongue out as a few fall down. I laugh at this; it's incredible to meet his younger self and see him so happy and full of energy. He doesn't have to worry about any dream or mind demons.

We soon head in again as the snow starts to get heavier; I sit in the yellow chair with the blanket wrapped around me and a warm hot chocolate mug in my hands. McGucket and Ford stay to the side as they begin discussing about their project once again. It's great to see these two as friends. One who hasn't erased his mind yet and the other who hasn't been trapped in other dimensions for the next 30 years.

I wish I could change the past but if I did I would mess up my present and their future. I don't know if I'm willing to do that without knowing the consequences. I just wish this didn't have to be their fate. I felt a hand on my shoulder shaking me from my thoughts, "Hey, I'm heading out. See you around, kiddo!" Fiddleford exclaims while ruffling my hair.

I wave goodbye as he exits the shack; I can't help but notice Ford staring at me while I do so. Reminds me of when my older Ford would do that when he was worried about me and my nightmares. How could he not? I acted like a terrified child whenever we discussed it.

"Come on, want to help me prepare dinner?" Ford asks me while already heading to the kitchen.

"Sure thing, Ford." I answer following him.