You and Ford were once ‘friends.’ you helped him with the portal, drank together, and constantly met up in his dreams. eventually things went wrong. you two despised each other now. one day, you visited his house to talk. it was after weirdmageddon..

“hey, sixer.”

you muttered. ford scowled. he punched you to the floor and yelled. you let him. you stayed silent

“you took your thirty years of my life, and you have nothing to say!?”

he yelled angrily, sitting on top of you.