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andrewmoocow · 4 months

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What You Never Knew About Fooly Falls (part of it just being stuff I just came up with)

Ian Ramirez gets his name from Ian Worrel, art director of Gravity Falls.

Jorgé's real name is Joseph, but everyone calls him Jorgé because that's what Pacifica called Soos back in the day.

The idea of Soos and Melody having seven kids came from the Mabel's Guide to Dating short, where Soos says he'd ideally have seven kids for each day of the week to love.

For the epilogue scene of Ride on Shooting Star, Stan Jr. is voiced by Johnny Yong Bosch (Ichigo Kurosaki, Adam Park, Izaya Orihara, Giyu Tomioka, Lelouch vi Britannia, Rossiu Adai) and Natsuki Hanae (Tanjiro Kamado, Ken Kaneki, Jaco the Galactic Patrolman, Cuphead, Tai Yagami, 9S), while the older version of Abby is voiced by Colleen Clinkenbeard (Erza Scarlet, Monkey D. Luffy, Princess Hibana, Marie Mjolnir, Riza Hawkeye, Momo Yaoyorozu) and Nana Mizuki (Ann Takamaki, Hinata Hyuga, Tamao Tamamura, Lan Fan, Michella Watch, Cheelai, Sana Sunomiya).

At some point prior to the beginning of Fooly Falls 2, Waddles unfortunately passed away from old age. He lived a pretty long life too, so Mabel made sure her precious piggy would be forever immortalized in a stuffed pig she made for Tyrone, which is where Waddles II came from.

I recently learned that according to Alex Hirsch in 2020, the 45th President of the United States in Gravity Falls was Old Man McGucket. Thus, I shall retcon my Donald Trump joke to be that Trump still became president after McGucket and Joe Biden but before Maki Kitaki, making him president between 2025 and 2029.

Dipper and Pacifica maintained a stable romance with each other throughout their teenage years until they were 18 years old, when Pacifica realized that Dipper still held a torch for Wendy and didn't hold it against him. Besides, she planned on dating Mabel just in case.

Ezra Chiu was the product of Candy experimenting on an anonymous sperm donation to effectively create her own super-soldier, as I revealed in A FLCL Christmas in Gravity Falls.

As I implied in Ride on Shooting Star, Haruko came from a broken home on her dystopian home planet of Wasprus, but it wasn't always that way. Wasprus was yet another planet enslaved by Medical Mechanica to do their bidding, and Haruko's mother Rihanna Raharu led the resistance against the company's top brass to free their home planet from MM's tyranny. Unfortunately, the rebellion failed and Rihanna was later killed by her drunken husband Reagan. All of this shall be further elaborated upon in Rick and Haruko.

Speaking of which, when Haruko was saved from Wasprus's destruction by Atomsk thanks to the timely intervention of Rick Sanchez, back when he was a member of the Flesh Curtains alongside Birdperson and Squanchy, that was when Haruko's obsession with Atomsk began developing. This, combined with Rick being as bad an influence on her as he would eventually become with Morty, would cause Haruko to betray Rick during an undercover mission as an officer of the Galactic Space Patrol Brotherhood. In the process, a Naked Focal Point sucks Haruko up and drops her off in Gravity Falls, where she would meet a younger version of Commander Amarao. The rest will be revealed soon.

Gwen is a skilled golf player, no doubt she was trained by her aunts Mabel and Pacifica, and also plays tennis with Arnold. She also shares her father's love of BABBA and has caught him singing Disco Girl only to start singing with him.

Much like Wendy before her, Leia also has her own friend group of rambunctious teenagers. We got Robbie V and Tambry's twin daughters Robin & Roxie Valentino, who are cheerleaders at Gravity Falls High School and the polar opposites of their parents, Clayton, a terse and aloof but easygoing cowboy-looking fellow, and Johnny, who is kind of the Thompson of the group except he has a bit more of a spine. Ezra fills the Robbie role of the group. Speaking of which.....

Tyrone and Ezra do not compete over Leia's feelings the same way Dipper and Robbie did over Wendy, I am too focused on wholesome found family dynamics to even consider a love triangle. Instead, I implied that Tyrone is Ezra's ultimate wingman.

In the era of the Fooly Falls 2 epilogue, Ford would eventually die of a heart attack at, you guessed it, 92 years old in 2045, just like Bill predicted. However, just like Stan, death isn't enough to keep Ford down and he lives on as a ghost watching over the other Pines.

Around that time, Abby would start taking home a few gold medals in high school gymnastics, while Stan Jr. would befriend a lonely & sullen boy named Masaki Aofuji, who claims he can see strange ghost-like creatures when no one else can. Junior believes him though since this is Gravity Falls we're talking about, and also relates to Masaki since he feels like he hasn't found what makes him special yet unlike his older siblings. However, things would soon change when Junior, Abby, and Masaki are taken by Harumi Araisho to the mysterious Tsuganei Tower to try and blow it up, prompting Tsukata Kanda to contact Dipper to stop their plans while a certain three-sided scourge of Gravity Falls plots to use Tsuganei Tower as a tool for revenge. (possible hints towards a FLCL Shoegaze adaptation starring Stan Jr. and Abby intensify)

Preston Northwest ultimately didn't care that Pacifica was marrying a girl, but he did take issue with the fact that she was marrying Mabel, whom Pacifica made life a living hell for, out of every girl in Gravity Falls. Pacifica didn't care however, since she had already cut most of her family out of her life aside from a few cousins she was neutral towards.

There is at least one autistic person among the next-gen characters, I just haven't really narrowed down who it could be. On one hand, Ezra gets incredibly flustered with Leia's advances on him and tries to hide it, but on the other hand, Gwen had trouble socializing or feeling anything for much of her life and even when she started feeling emotions again after getting rid of her old hat, she was still a lot more reserved than her brother and cousin. Or it's both of them. Yeah, it's both of them.

Speaking of Gwen, for the first few weeks after abandoning her hat and accepting her emotions, she was very physically affectionate with everyone. She hugged her family and friends so much, Tyrone started keeping track of how often Gwen gave hugs to feel the warmth she was robbed of for five years of her life. The highest he got was 618 before Gwen decided she gave enough hugs.

Much like how Mabel had Candy and Grenda as her people, Tyrone also has his own plucky duo of friends. They are Matthew, a boy genius who is never seen without a set of mechanical octopus arms sticking out of his backpack, and Joanie, a very masculine boy with a feminine voice.

During his adventures beyond the portal, Ford has made many powerful enemies and allies over the years. He engaged in a game of wits with Makima, had run-ins with the Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, Eighth, and Tenth Doctors, met Metron and sat in the Mobius Chair, resisted making a deal with Alastor, and many more.

Tyrone and Leia are gym buddies. They also got Haruko to come with them a few times.

While Gwen has more self-confidence than her father did at her age, there are still times where she gets pretty awkward. She gets the most nervous around a boy her age named Damian that she has a crush on.

Juan and Jorge are banned from playing dating simulators that could potentially become sentient and super-possessive of the player. Soos knows exactly how that feels from personal experience, though he was happy that was what allowed him to meet Melody.

During Haruko and Jinyu's travels, they ran into Commander Amarao at least once. Naturally, Amarao tried to resist admitting he still held a torch for Haruko and was super jealous of Dipper for managing to patch things up with her.

And finally, Stan Jr's legal name is Stanley Junior Ramirez. The name also came from a line in Not What He Seems when Soos is guarding the vending machine.

#gravity falls #flcl #fooly falls #fooly falls 2 ride on shooting star #rick and haruko

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celestialaltar · 2 years

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offer’s the fiddlestan tag snippet of fic where premise is that stanley and fiddleford met early on (probably mystery trio setting) and the kids found an extra memory tube during society of blind eye episode after mcgucket left that give insight to that life this would’ve been somewhere halfway through the fic if I ever get around to finshing the rest of it fdshkl

Dipper watched closely, eyes widening slightly at the next scene.

They were in a familiar location, morning light poured in through the window and washed the Mystery Shack’s kitchen in warm colors. In front of the stove stood Grunkle Stan, humming quietly to himself with his back facing towards the screen. A few seconds passed before someone coughed, just out of sight, causing Stan to startle with a swear. Turning his head around slightly, his mock look of offense lasted seconds before melting away, letting a warm smile take it’s place.

“‘Morning Fidds,” he greeted, expression morphing into an inquisitive gaze, eyebrow quirked up as he waved a batter covered spatula in their direction, “What’s with the camera, nerd?”

“Ah, well… I’ve been thinkin that it could help some bit with my mem- my memory,” a voice- McGucket’s- said out of frame, “A video journal, if you would.”

Grunkle Stan’s face softened in a way they’d never seen from him, the moment lasting only a second before he snorted and rolled his eyes. There was the click of the stove turning off as he spun around, his conman smile splayed wide across his face.

“Well hell-o viewer!” he announced cheerfully, “Mr. Mystery here, at your service! Owner of the one and only Mystery Shack, come by today and behold the mysteries and marvels of the universe yourself! Filled with attractions that defy the very laws of our universe! Unlike anything you’ve ever encountered before! Guaranteed!”

He waved his spatula like it was his cane, acting as though he was giving a tour and ignoring the fact that the pancake stained apron and his casual clothing broke the immersion.

“Now, if you’re watching this feed, don’t forget to leave a generous donation! All proceeds collected will be going to the invaluable local charity of making sure Mr. Twig here stays well fed and kempt.”

McGucket snorted, laughing under his breath at the display.

“Oh, you’re impossible,” he said, unmistakable fondness in his voice. The camera was placed down onto the kitchen table and Fiddleford walked into frame, taking place next to Stan, “I’ll have you know that I am perfectly reasonably sized. It ain’t my fault you’re a walking brick wall.”

“I chose to take that as a compliment,” Grunkle Stan grinned, stacking the last pancakes on top of a generous tower.

Dipper frowned, out of all the scenes they’d seen so far this was the icing on the cake. It was ridiculously domestic for Stan. Exchanging glances with the rest of the group, he saw they all agreed with him. This was a kind of weird way beyond Gravity Fall’s usual weirdness. Just what was going on?

“It was, darling, it was,” McGucket’s smile was almost uncanny in it’s sincerity, not an ounce of the madness that his present day smile’s held in sight, “Now, how about some some coffee to go with those pancakes?”

“Hmm,” Stan held the pancake filled plate high above their heads, scratching his chin with his other hand. An exaggerated contemplative look resting on his face.

“I don’t know... I seem to recall saying that a certain twig needed donations to be properly fed.”

The man laughed again, shaking his head with mock exasperation as he leaned closer, their arms squished together from the contact.

“Of course you do, Mr. Mystery. Now, I wonder just what kind of donation a very legit business man like yourself would take?”

There was no response. Grunkle Stan merely kept grinning as he leaned down and met McGucket’s face half-way.

#fiddlestan #stanley pines #fiddleford mcgucket #gravity falls #rye writes #i've had this scene (bit different) laid out since 2019 and by god i will post it even if i never post the full fic fdsjkl #canon can fight me im making the old men gay #part of the handful of fiddlestan fics i've had for a while #mystery trio settings beloved

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graboidfarmer · 2 years

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I request Ford and Mouse at the lake together (fic or art, I’m fine either way)

@nelson-and-murdock It’s a bit longer than a drabble, but WHO CARES

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You park your car and switch off the engine, looking out your windshield at the scene before you. It’s a scorching hot summer day, and Lake Gravity Falls is absolutely swarming with townspeople trying to cool off in the muggy heat. As you peel yourself out of your seat, legs sticking to the faux leather, your immediate impulse is to run straight for the water. But of course, Ford has other ideas.

“Hurry along, Mouse,” he says briskly, hopping out of the passenger side of the car and helping you out. “We’re burning daylight!”

“Wouldn’t it be better to wait until there’s a little less daylight?” you grumble, squinting in the sun. He just grabs your gross, sweaty hand and pulls you along like a rag doll. Whatever.

He leads you past the crowds along the shore, and you find yourselves picking your way over rocks, fallen branches, and scraggly bushes as you circumnavigate the lake. You stop at one point to watch your old friend the Parasaurolophus as it wades in the shallow water, dunking his head under the surface to pick aquatic plants. You’re glad it’s doing well. You’re equally glad that its fellow denizen of the mines, the Utahraptor, isn’t around to terrorize the valley.

At last Ford brings you both to a halt, urging you to crouch down behind a clump of cattails and stay silent. You frown, wondering what on earth is supposed to be happening, but he points a finger at a very familiar-looking hole in the wet earth just above the shoreline. Almost as if on cue, a stout little plaidypus squeezes its way out of the opening and waddles down to the water.

It’s immediately followed but a pair of tiny, fat, adorable plaidypus babies. They’re both greenish-blue in color, their tartan patterns barely coming in. You watch as they scamper after their mother, tumbling and tripping all over themselves. Good God.

“Oh, get out of town,” you whisper, reaching out and shoving Ford’s shoulder. “They’re so cute, I can’t stand it.”

He chuckles under his breath. “Worth sitting out here in the ninety degree heat and one hundred percent humidity?”

“Do you even have to ask?” You fight the urge to squeal in delight as the plaidypus young splash about. “How did you know about these little guys?”

Ford’s smile is smug. “I have my sources.”

“The gnomes?”

He huffs a laugh. “The gnomes,” he confirms. “I knew plaidypus breeding season was a few months ago, so I asked our forest-dwelling friends to keep an eye out for nests. Last week they spotted these two first venturing out of their den, and came to inform me.”

You feel a warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the heat. This man really recruited a bunch of gnomes to help him plan an outing that he knew would make you happy. Talk about an anomaly.

“Twins,” you observe, holding his gaze with your own. “I love twins.”

He smiles. “Twin brothers, I believe.”

“Stan Junior and Ford Junior,” you dub them, making him snort with amusement. “Oh, I should have brought Porridge! She would have loved playing with them.”

“Unfortunately, plaidypuses are solitary animals, much like their non-patterned kin,” says Ford. “And they’re very territorial. I’m afraid this female would feel threatened by the presence of an intruder.” He shakes his head. “Frankly, I’m amazed that Porridge is so social. She gets along with everyone and everything, including pigs, goats, and Multi-bears.”

You watch as the babies and their mother look over at you with interest, but don’t show any signs of alarm. “These ones don’t seem particularly frightened of us.”

“No,” Ford agrees. “It’s curious; plaidypuses seem to have no sense of self-preservation when it comes to larger creatures, unless they pose a direct threat to them. They must sense that we mean them no harm.”

You both stand up slowly, not making any sudden moves so as not to startle your little friends. But they’re completely unbothered as they root about in the mud for worms.

“I love them,” you declare, taking Ford’s hand. “And I love you. Thank you for dragging my sweaty ass out here to see them.”

Even in the sweltering heat, he manages to blush. “Well… I would think it apparent by now that I’d do anything for you.” The corner of his lips twitch. “And your ass. Sweaty or otherwise.”

A surprised laugh escapes you. Bending down, you dip a hand into the water and splash him. With an indignant noise, he reaches down and splashes you back, his six-fingered hand creating a much wider spray. Soon you’re both knee-deep in the water, laughing and splashing each other relentlessly while the family of plaidypuses watch in confusion.

#ask graboid #drabble request #nelson-and-murdock #where the light is #ford x mouse (oc)#baby platypuses are called puggles and if that isn’t the cutest thing ever I don’t know what is

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orangeoctopi7 · 3 years

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Buzzfeed Unsolved: The Suspicious Crash of Stanley Pines

The theme for @stanuary week 3 is Crime... what about... TRUE CRIME? I started watching Buzzfeed Unsolved this last summer, so I’ve been wanting to do something like this.

If you don’t watch Buzzfeed Unsolved, this is probably gonna seem like a lot of rambling.

On the morning of July Fourth, 1982 in the sleepy logging town of Gravity Falls, Oregon, there was a firey explosion that wasn't part of the fireworks and festivities. A car had gone over the edge of the town's famed floating cliffs.

"Floating cliffs?" Shane asked

"They're like, giant overhangs. They're not just floating up in the middle of the air like Pandora or something." Ryan explained, showing Shane a photo on his phone.

"Oh, that's pretty."

"It is really pretty."

"What a beautiful place for a car to careen over a cliff."

Ryan cracked up.

"You get a lovely view as you plummet to your death." Shane imagined.

Between 6:15 and 6:20 PM, the Gravity Falls Police Department received six separate calls reporting seeing a yellow car in flames drive off the edge of the cliff and crash to the valley below.

When investigators arrived on the scene, they found the remains of a crushed and burnt 1971 Subaru DL Coupe. The police report notes finding that the brakes were cut, and evidence of gasoline being poured into the driver’s seat to start the fire. Strangest of all, no body was found in or around the crash, only a few burnt strands of hair.

“So, right off the bat, real suspicious.” Shane commented.

“Yeah, and it only gets more suspicious from here.” Ryan assured his co-host.

“And I’m assuming there’s no chance that they guy, y’know, got up and walked away from the crash?”

“Oh, no, no way. You saw the picture of the cliffs.”

“Oh yeah, no way.”

“There’s no way anyone in the car would have survived that fall.”

“And it was on fire.”

Despite the lack of a body, the police determined from the few burnt strands of hair and an anonymous tip they received at 6:15 PM on the day of the crash, the driver of the car was one Stanley Pines, a 31 year old man from Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey. Allegedly, he had been coming to Gravity Falls, Oregon to visit his twin brother, Stanford, who lived just a ten minute drive from the cliff Stan’s car had driven off.

“Wait, wait, wait--” Shane interrupted Ryan’s explanation, “Twin brothers. Named Stanley and Stanford.”

“Yeah.”

“Who the f___ names their kids like that?”

“I know, right?”

“Were they identical twins?”

“Uh, I couldn’t find anything saying they were definitely genetically identical, but, uh, with the way this case goes, it’s safe to assume they were identical enough.”

“Yikes, I feel sorry for them growing up, can you imagine how often people got them mixed up?”

“Yeah, but imagine the kinds of shenanigans they must have gotten up to!”

“Oh, that’s true. There would have been plenty of shenanigans. Lots and lots of shenanigans.”

“If you had twins, would you give them cutesy twin names?” Ryan asked.

“No.” Shane answered firmly.

“I think I’d just do like, alliterative names. Nothing too similar.”

“Yeah, no I think twins probably have to deal with enough confusion bull___ without having to throw similar names or the same initials into the mix.”

“Interestingly enough…” Ryan started.

“Yeah, I’m guessing from your comments that the twin thing plays into this.”

When interviewed by the police, Stanford claimed his brother never arrived at his house. However, testimonies of other townsfolk reported seeing a red 1967 El Diablo with a distinctive “STNLYMBL” vanity license plate driving up the road to Stanford’s house earlier that winter. The house is out in the woods, isolated from the rest of the town, so no one would drive up that way unless they were going to see the cabin.

“Well what if they just wanted to take a walk out in the woods?” Shane countered.

“It was in early February.”

“Snowshoeing.”

“In a blizzard.”

“Ok, you do not have a weather report for the exact day they saw this car!”

“Two of the testimonies mention there was a snow storm that day. Plus, the license plate says STANLEY MOBILE.”

“Well, Stanley is a fairly common name.”

“You-you’re just being contrary to bug me now, aren’t you?” Ryan accused.

Shane just grinned.

What’s more, that same red El Diablo was the car Stanford now drove.

“What!?” Shane laughed with disbelief for a moment before putting on a mocking tone. “Uh, yeah, he never showed up, but, uh, I have his car. I’m still driving it. Y’know, seemed like a waste to just let it sit in the driveway.”

“He didn’t even change the license plate.” Ryan added.

“Oh, of course not!” Shane said sarcastically. “Why go through all that trouble?”

Upon further inspection, the car that crashed was registered to Stanford, and had been reported totaled almost seven years prior.

“It’s interesting that they say it was totaled.” Ryan commented. “Because totalled just means that the damage is more expensive to fix than the car is worth, so it could have still been drivable.”

“And if you’re trying to fake a car crash, what better to use than an already worthless car?” Shane agreed.

“Exactly.”

Stanley Pines was declared dead by auto accident and the case was closed in September of 1982, due to lack of evidence and quote: “A lack of interest from the involved parties”.

“A lack of interest from the involved parties!? What the h___ does that even mean?” Shane asked in bewilderment.

“It’s odd, to be sure.”

It’s when we look into the background of the presumed dead Stanley, and his brother Stanford, that this case becomes truly bizarre.

Stanley Pines left home at the age of 17, and had brief but unsuccessful careers as an amature prize fighter and as a salesman, before he turned to a life of crime. Prior to his reported death, he had been in prison five times, in three different countries, and had lived under at least eight different assumed names, with several others that were never confirmed. He had known ties to the mob and drug cartels.

“Quite the shady character. That might explain why the police didn’t look too closely into his ‘death’.” Shane put air quotes around “death”.

“Well, does it? I mean, if they thought his death might have been related to the mob…” Ryan argued.

“They know better than to mess with the mob, even in Oregon.”

“I mean, we have seen in several past True Crime episodes, what can happen if you mess with the mob.”

“Oh yeah.”

“You don’t wanna do it.”

“Nope.”

His brother Stanford was no less strange. He was born with fully-functional polydactyly, meaning he had six fingers on each hand. It’s worth noting that after 1982, Stanford no longer had 6 fingers. He claims that he had them surgically removed, because, quote: “I was sick of people staring.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Shane said doubtfully.

“You don’t believe that explanation?”

“Let’s just say I find it highly suspect.”

Stanford was also a certified genius, graduating with the most PhDs Backupsmore University had ever awarded. As a graduate student, he worked as a researcher and inventor for the US Government. Some sources say he worked on top-secret experiments.

In 1975, he received a $100,000 research grant, which he used to move to Gravity Falls and become a Paranormal Researcher. When he arrived in Gravity Falls, he was the subject of many rumors throughout the town, due to his reclusive nature and strange area of study.

“Oh, so this guy was basically you.” Shane pointed out.

“He’s basically me if I didn’t have you.” Ryan agreed.

“Awww, that’s sweet!” Shane placed a hand over his heart.

Many residents reported seeing strange lights coming from Stanford’s home in the woods starting almost as soon as he moved in, as well as strange sounds.

“Well, it seems like Gravity Falls is a pretty small town. People gossip.” Shane reasoned.

“Ok, yeah, but people gossip about who’s cheating on who, or what business secretly sells drugs out the back. They don’t gossip about strange lights coming out of the new neighbor’s basement.”

“They could. It’s gossip. Gossip can be about anything.”

Reports of the lights stopped in late January of 1982. Just four months later, in March, Stanford began opening up his home for tours, and in a matter of weeks, transformed his home into a tourist stop called the “Murder Hut.”

“Oh my g__.” Shane stifled a laugh. “A little on the nose there, don’t you think?”

“He did rename it to the Mystery Shack about a year later.”

“Hmm, yeah I wonder why?” Shane asked facetiously.

Stanford also exhibited paranoid behavior on several occasions before the crash, especially in the early months of 1982.

One local reported seeing Stanford screaming “No it isn’t, you creeps! I can see you just fine!” down an alleyway. Several other eyewitnesses reported seeing him fall out of his seat at the Triple Digits Truck Stop Diner on Route 14 and scream for something to “get out of his mind” before fleeing the building.

“So, he definitely seemed to think something was out to get him.” Ryan commented.

“Not the words of a sane man.”

“Unless something really was out to get him.”

“Eeeeh, even then…” Shane wiggled his hand in a so-so motion.

Dan Corduroy, one of the few people who had regular contact with Stanford before he opened the Mystery Shack, had this to say about the sudden change from research lab to tourist trap:

“Oh, he’s definitely been acting differently. He was really shy before, hard to talk to even. He seemed uncomfortable spending a lot of time with people. I’d invite him over to one of my family’s cabins to visit, but he only ever wanted to visit the haunted one while we were all out of town. I’d say it was a good change, though. It wasn’t good for him to be alone all the time like that. I’m glad he’s finally spending time with other people.”

“He only wanted to visit our haunted cabin.” Shane repeated with disbelief. “Hey, do you wanna come over to visit one of our cabins?” He put on a voice. “Uh, that depends, what kind of cabins have you got?’ ‘Well there’s one by the lake, one with a nice view of the valley, and one that’s haunted.’ ‘Oh, I’ll take the haunted one!”

“What gets me is he only wanted to visit the haunted cabin while everyone else was out of town. We’ve stayed in our fair share of haunted places, and it was bad enough staying overnight, just me and you, but there is nothing that could convince me to spend the night in one of those places all by myself.”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure none of the places we’ve been to have actually been haunted, but I see what you mean. It’s not fun to go to a haunted house by yourself. It’s kinda boring.”

“Um, we’re not gonna get into this discussion now, because we still haven’t even gotten to the theories yet, but you’re wrong.”

The case came to light again in August of 2012, when Federal agents arrested Stanford Pines, and detained him for several hours for questioning. By the next day, he had been released, and officials stated that his arrest had been due to a false lead. What exactly that false lead was, however, was never stated.

Now that we’ve gone over the extensive background of this case, let’s get into the theories of what really happened that 4th of July in 1982.

Theory #1: The theory put forth by the police, that Stanley Pines died in a fiery car accident.

“So then how do they explain what happened to the body?” Shane asked.

“It doesn’t say.” Ryan.

“And why were the breaks cut?”

“No explanation given.”

“That’s a stupid theory, those cops ought to be fired.”

Ryan stifled a laugh. “You’re not wrong.”

Theory #2: That Stanley killed his brother, made it look like his own death, and took over his brother’s life. This would explain the loss of his extra fingers, the sudden change in behavior that led him to open up the Mystery Shack, and his sudden acquisition of Stanley’s car. It does not, however, explain the lack of a body in the crash.

“He could have disposed of his brother’s body somewhere else, and then just like, left an ice block on the gas pedal and let the car run itself off the cliff.” Shane theorized.

“That’s possible. I was also thinking, maybe the body was gone. Maybe Stanley didn’t necessarily kill Stanford, maybe they met up in the woods, Stanford got eaten by a bear, and Stanley, who was already in trouble with the mob, took advantage of the situation, and faked his own death.”

“How--why did you work your fear of bears into this?”

“That’s just my variation on this theory.”

“Then why all the secrecy? Why not say that he was the one who got eaten by the bear? Why fake the car crash and then say his brother never showed up?”

“Because if the mob knew he’d talked to his brother before he died, maybe they’d come question him?”

“Oh, yeah, that’s a possibility.”

Theory #3: That Stanford killed Stanley and made it look like an accident. People who support this theory say the psychological trauma and guilt of killing his own brother may have driven Stanford to change his appearance and behavior to more closely resemble that of his dead brother.

“That’s… kind of a stretch.” Shane said slowly. “I feel like, Occam's Razor, theory 2 is more plausible.”

“What makes you say that one’s more plausible?”

“I dunno, just saying ‘He killed his brother and took his place’ seems a lot more likely than ‘The other brother killed him and the guilt drove him to act like his brother. I don’t think that’s how psychology works.”

Theory #4: Both brothers are still alive. Stanley, on the run from the mob, came to his brother Stanford for help. Meanwhile, Stanford was worried about someone or something that was out to get him. They came to a solution that would solve both their problems: switching places. They would fake Stanley’s death, throwing the mob off of Stanley’s trail. Then, Stanley would take Stanford’s place in the public eye, while Stanford went into hiding.

This theory is supported by photos that surfaced on Facebook in 2012. Several photos of Gravity Falls after a series of earthquakes did extensive damage to the town show what is supposed to be Stanford. However, another man that looks just like him is seen standing in the background. Interestingly enough, both mens’ hands are obscured in all of these photos.

While the photos haven’t been analysed by any professionals to definitively determine if either of the men are Stanley Pines, it has been determined that the photos are not edited.

“Would the whole photo recognition software even work on identical twins?” Ryan wondered.

“I don’t think so?” Shane answered unsurely. “I mean, my Facebook facial recognition auto-tag doesn’t even recognize my mom half the time, so I wouldn’t be surprised if twins throw it off.”

“Just looking at some of these photos yourself, what do you think?” Ryan handed a few print-outs from his folder to Shane.

“Oh wow, yeah, they do look alike.” Shane nodded. “Alright, yeah, I’m convinced. We solved it, guys! Video over!”

“We actually do have one more theory.” Ryan informed him.

Theory #5: Stanford was abducted by aliens.

“Oh for f___’s sake--” Shane threw his hands up in frustration. “We have four perfectly good, plausible explanations, and you have to throw that in!”

“This one actually does have some evidence behind it.”

“Bull____, but go on.”

Stanford was a professional paranormal researcher. Although he was very secretive about his research, even to his grant committee, some of his research notes do list looking for proof of ancient aliens visiting the valley before European contact. Could it be the thing he was afraid of was aliens?

“... That’s it?” Shane asked. “When you said this one actually had some evidence behind it, I thought you meant there was a UFO sighting in the same area around the same time.”

“The negative space between the floating cliffs kinda looks like a UFO” Ryan pointed out.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean a random researcher in the 80’s was abducted by aliens! That’s like, if I found a ransom note for you in the office, but I said ‘Well, Ryan was afraid of bears. Bears used to live in California, there’s one on the state flag outside our building. He must have been eaten by a bear.’ That’s the kind of leap in logic we’re talking about!”

Was this a case of fratricide? Or is this the longest and most elaborate twin switch of all time? For now, this case remains… UNSOLVED.

* * *

“It was really hard for me to stay on topic while I was researching this one.” Ryan admitted as they wrapped things up. “There is a lot of weird stuff related to Gravity Falls, we should go there for an episode one of these days.”

“I’d love to do that, it looks like a beautiful place to visit.” Shane agreed. “Are you sure you wanna do that though? It seems like the place is crawling with haunted cabins and bears.”

“Well, one could argue this entire series is about me conquering my fears, so… Why not?”

#Gravity Falls #Fanfiction #Buzzfeed Unsolved #Stanuary 2021 #Stanley pines #My Writing

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stars-below · 3 years

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posting this literally at the last minute, but! My day 1 submission for AUgust is here! (i'm doing a little scene for a different AU every ~two days bcause i will not be able to keep up otherwise)

AUgust Day I: Relativity Falls

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The basement (the basement they're not allowed to be in, the one and only rule Grauntie Mabel has really put down, and just the thought of being down here makes Stanley's blood freeze) is alight with harsh lights, like something out of an old sci-fi movie; one of the ones Lee hates with over-the-top-effects and buckets of fake blood, but the thought is pushed away in favor of keeping his lunch down. The room seems to spin around him, his stomach doing flips as gravity itself seems to be more of a suggestion than a rule.

From the control panel, he can see Mabel, her bright sweater muted in the glaring lights. She stands down there, alone, in front of the yawning maw of the huge machine, and despite how afraid he is, Stan kind of wants to be down there with her.

"Now, you boys stay up here and sit tight, alright?" She'd insisted, and though he could tell she was comforting herself as much as them, Stan knew better than to say anything. "I'm counting on both of you to get a good record of this for the nerd books." She'd booped his nose, and then she'd been gone.

Beside him, Stanford trembles, glasses lifting off of his nose. His brother's arms are crumpled around himself, and Stan is quick to wrap one of his own around around Ford, pulling him close. "D-D'you think she's...." He manages, but the words don't come. They don't have to, Stan's always known what Ford's really worried about.

"She'll be back." He huffs like it's obvious, like if he can pretend he believes it, Ford'll believe it too. "Mabel'll be fine, she said so."

The room gives another sickening lurch, and then suddenly Stanley's floating. His stomach squirms as the floor gets so far away, and he can do little more than curl into a ball, holding himself (and Ford) tight, and wait for it all to stop.

Below them, in the other half of the basement, the portal starts to hum, picking up speed and bathing everything in sharp blue.

Everything seems to slow down, and if Ford says something, Stanley doesn't hear it.

Either an hour or a second later, everything comes crashing down and when Stan dares to look there's, suddenly there's someone standing where it used to be? A broad-shouldered figure, backlit by the dying flickers of the portal, and all Stan can see is his father. All he can see is how small Mabel seems from up here, and how alone she looks.

He slips his hand from Ford's as gently as he can manage, and sneaks out of the control room. Barrels down the stairs as quickly as he can bear, trained instinct keeping his footsteps as quiet as possible.

Stan bolts down to the bottom level, ducking behind a nearby bit of debris before he can be seen, and prepares for the worst. This stranger is gonna try to hurt his Grauntie, and he's gonna make him regret it.

Completely unaware of the backup waiting for her, Mabel throws her arms out at the figure like she's going to catch him. "Dipper!" She practically giggles, bursting forward to catch the man- just a little bit shorter than her, Stan realizes- in a tight hug. "You got old!"

She laughs, spinning him around in an overexcited circle, and barely seems to register his complaint (a muffled "We're the same age, goofball!").

The strange man dusts himself off, his kinda cool outfit thrown off somewhat by the healthy sprinkling of glitter now coating his jacket, and gives her a stern look for just a second, before breaking into a grin. Stanley is suddenly struck by just how similar he looks to Mabel. "We did it. You did it; I-"

Unfortunately, Stanley's grip on the crate he's hiding behind chooses that exact moment to slip, and he stumbles out into view, and when he dares look, the man's eyes are fixed on him, expression unreadable.

"Is that, Mabel, is that a child?" He balks, looking back to Mabel with a frown. "What's going on, you know-"

Mabel cuts him off with a sharp sound, turning back to Stan, though she lets him duck behind her a little. "Dip-dop, this is our adorable great-nephew Stanley! Stan, this is my baby-brother Dipper; he's a lot less grumpy than he looks, I promise."

She throws her hand out in a flourish, gesturing at him like she's showing him off, and Stanley can't help but feel like one of the exhibits upstairs. Great-uncle Dipper seems equally nonplussed with the display, sputtering something under his breath.

Mabel repeats the gesture again, for emphasis, though neither gives her the reaction she wants.

"You can't be serious." Dipper grunts, one hand coming up to pinch his forehead. "You brought a child here, with everything going on!? How old is that kid even, 8? 9? Do you have any idea how many ways he could have screwed everything up?"

Stanley grumbles in protest, but neither adult seems to register the sound.

"We had a plan, Mabel!" The man snaps. "You know how dangerous this could be- What were you thinking!?"

Mabel's form goes stock-still, that eerie moment that Stan knows means things are about to get loud. "What happened, Dipper, is he needed our- needed my help!" She snaps back, and Stan's never heard Mabel angry like that, her warm, comforting voice twisted into a snarl. "What happened is our nephew is a piece of work, and I couldn't just stand by and watch him hurt my family! You haven't been here, you don't get to judge me; I-"

She cuts herself off, taking in a sharp breath, and her grip on Stanley's shoulder is warm, but not tight. "Dipper, I've been so alone since you've been gone, and I can't do it anymore. I've missed out on so much, there's so much I just let go of, trying to hold onto you. I don't know if I can forgive myself for how bad things got as it is."

The old man, Dipper, opens his mouth to growl something back, but Mabel doesn't give him the chance. The animosity doesn't return to her voice, but her shoulders grow tense again, her throat tight. "I promised I'd protect this family, Dip, and I mean it. I will die before I see these kids back in that house. If that's a problem for you, then it's my problem, and you can take it out on me."

There's silence at that, the old man's face going blank as what remains of the light from the portal dying out. It's only broken, eventually, when he reflects on her words, and tilts his head. "Wait, kids?"

#gravity falls #relativity falls #mabel pines #grauntie mabel #stanley pines #dipper is also here #ford is too but only barely #not what she seems #kind of also the start of whatever the equivalent to atots is #it's technically 12:30 rn but the day doesn't end until i go to bed

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roseverdict · 3 years

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GF x Venom (Movie) AU (beta edition)

so the gf server has come up with a venom au, and while i was writing in between calls at work, the au went in a different direction from what i was thinking. it's still EXCELLENT and i'll prolly write some of that at some point but HERE'S THE SNIPPET I WROTE TODAY >:D

disclaimer: my venom knowledge consists of

what i've picked up from tumblr

what i've learned since we all collectively went feral over symbiote gravity falls

what's stuck with me after watching the movie for the first time last night at 12 AM

so any inconsistencies in venom lore can be blamed on that sodhaodnskdjskd

have fun figuring out who the symbiotes are!!!

〜

(setting: stan still came when he got the postcard, but bill made his move between "ford sending the postcard" and "stan arriving in gravity falls." instead of ford's cabin in the woods, ford has an Entire Laboratory at this point out in the woods (separate from his house- no ABW here!!!) and THAT'S where things go south. stan showed up at ford's house and, when nobody was home for days at a time, he decided to try and explore the town. however, doing that takes Money, and Money is something he does not have, hence signing up for symbiosis.)

(this scene: stan's volunteered for symbiosis. maybe he's unaware that the whole symbiosis thing is ford's idea (and by ford's i mean bord's)? and bord isn't there to oversee his attempt at symbiosis so this means stan doesn't see ford('s body) standing there and go HEY WHAT THE F U C K)

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Stan swallowed as the door locked behind him. "Hey, uh…This is safe, right?"

The speakers crackled.

"That's what we're here to find out." One of the scientists replied.

That…was not encouraging.

Stan didn't say so out loud, however. Part of the reason was because if he started chickening out, he was worried they'd tell him to just leave.

The other part was because he was too busy staring at the roiling, bubbling mass in the center of the room.

Navy blue and a magenta so deep it was purple tumbled over each other as the whatever-it-was approached him.

Stan's blood froze.

He couldn't move.

He couldn't look away.

He couldn't run.

He couldn't do anything.

The mass of blue and purple rolled up against his ratty boots, then began climbing up and up his pant leg until finally reaching his chest.

Stan managed a high-pitched, hysterical chuckle, staring at the thing with wide eyes. "Uh, hello."

And then-

-his nerves lit on fire.

Stan couldn't hold back a scream as he stumbled back against the glass, but the pain was already subsiding.

The thing had vanished.

Somehow, Stan knew it wasn't gone.

STAN.

Stan screamed again and stumbled back. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

〜

The next thing Stan knew, he tumbled to the ground as if he'd just been tossed in a prison cell. He cracked a bleary eye open and glanced behind him, but the probably-not-actually-glass door had already sealed itself.

Just perfect.

Stan groaned and rolled onto his back. This was what he got for not reading the fine print.

There was an overwhelming urge to get to his feet, so that's what he did.

He blinked. What the-?

His feet led him in pacing circles around the tiny room.

Normally, he would've done rounds through his latest prison cell anyway, looking for any weaknesses he could exploit to escape. It was what he'd done every other time he'd been jailed, and he'd had no intention of stopping just because it was a science prison.

The fact that his feet had started moving without any input from him, however, snapped him back to full awareness in a blink.

His stomach rumbled.

He had to get out of here.

Heavy footsteps came down the hall outside, and Stan threw himself into the far corner, hiding his face from the window…though he wasn't entirely sure why. Maybe he was still half-asleep and figured he could pretend to be a basket case until he escaped?

Stan didn't know, but he just rolled with it anyway, even as his heartbeat sped up against his will.

"…reckon this can't be sustainable." Someone said. "Even you've gotta agree-!"

"Are you questioning me?" A guttural voice growled.

The first person squeaked. "O'-o' course not! I just figured, maybe having the…the volunteers…dropping like flies might not be effic-EEP!"

"Unless you want to be a volunteer, I suggest you keep your mouth shut," the other hissed. "You know what happened last time one of you 'raised concerns' over this."

"Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm!" The first speaker managed, clearly terrified out of his mind.

"Good. I'm off to check the other subjects. You just make sure Forrester is settling in." The deeper voice said, seemingly cheerfully.

The heavy footsteps stomped away, and Stan chanced a look at the door.

One of the scientists stood there, pale as a ghost. He lifted his glasses and pinched the bridge of his incredibly-long nose before turning to look into Stan's cell.

And then he froze.

He glanced off to the side, most likely looking at the man he'd just been speaking with.

He looked back at Stan, a horrified recognition in his eyes.

Before Stan could wonder what it meant, however, the scientist hurriedly tapped something into the side of the wall next to the door, then scurried off.

A screen on Stan's side of the wall flickered on, and he cautiously crept up to it to read.

'Wait for half an hour. The lights will dim and the door will open. Get out. Get help. We're all in grave danger. -F'

Stan's eyes widened, and a split second later, a second rush of understanding shot through him.

The scientist was…going to try to bust him out?

None of it made any sense- how had seeing Stan's face brought this on? What sort of danger were they all in? What had happened 'last time'?- but Stan still settled in to wait.

If worst came to worst, he could always just try breaking out on his own. He could handle one more escape.

He shouldn't have to.

But he could if he needed to.

Time crawled by more and more slowly the longer Stan waited. He counted the number of tiles in the floor, he traced imaginary pictures in the frosted glass of the door, and he reread F's message over and over again. It was almost like being a kid again, wanting to ask "Are we there yet?" every five minutes.

And then the humming of the lights went quiet, and the tiny room grew dim, and the door rose up into the ceiling.

F came through.

He decided he liked F.

Stan slunk up beside the door and listened carefully.

There were panicked sounds down the halls, but none of them seemed to be coming closer.

...he'd take it!

Stan darted out into the hall and sprinted as fast as his out-of-shape, probably-feverish body could take him, passing the rest of the cells at lightning speed.

That was his first (well, second, really, if he counted whatever had happened before he passed out) clue that something was off.

He ignored it for the time being.

He raced past the labs, distantly noticing the opened containment unit that'd held the whatever-it-was that they'd made melt into him.

NOT WHAT. WHO.

Stan flinched at the childish voices, whipping around to try and locate them, only to find himself alone in the hall.

NOT ALONE.

"...I'm losing my mind." Stan decided, turning to run even faster.

EXCUSE YOU?

"Ignoring that!"

Stan burst from the main labs at top speed, mere moments before an alarm began blaring. "SPECIMEN HDMP2 HAS ESCAPED! SPECIMEN HDMP2 HAS ESCAPED!"

"Shit." Stan hissed, leaping down a staircase and barrelling around to the next. "If this lab has a lockdown procedure, I'm screwed!"

DON'T BE SO SURE.

"Wait, what-?!"

But Stan's hand shot off to the side of its own accord, grabbing onto the handrail and yanking him over the edge as he screamed.

He plummeted down the stairwell, dropping all the way to the bottom of the building in just a few moments and landing without injuring himself at all.

That...should not have been possible.

From above, the deep voice from before roared, "THERE HE IS!"

Stan decided to focus on escaping first, then he would try to figure out the how and why his escape was even possible.

GOOD PLAN.

He sprinted for the doors and went to push them open, but they flew off their hinges instead, crash-landing a few feet away.

He gulped. "Don't like that!"

"GET BACK HERE!" shrieked the voice, heavy footsteps charging closer.

Stan glanced over his shoulder, only intending to see whether he had time to run or if he needed to dive out of the way-

-and.

He.

Froze.

Ford was chasing him down, but his hair was in disarray and his bared teeth were too sharp and his eyes had no pupils and his voice was two octaves too deep, because never ONCE had Ma told him about his twin's voice changing so drastically.

The voices Stan was convinced were hallucinations went deathly-quiet, then...

wait, you're like us?

Right. Hallucinating. Escaping. That was a thing.

Stan swallowed, then ran out the door, his heartbeat pounding louder in his ears than his feet on the pavement.

He needed to get away from this place.

He needed to get to his car.

He needed to get out of town.

He needed to run, run, run away as fast as he could.

Ford, or whatever Ford had become, skidded to a halt at the entryway, unable or unwilling to leave the premises, and he howled in rage.

Stan bit back a curse.

He needed to figure out what the hell had happened to his brother.

But first, he needed to eat something.

#rosie writes #gf #venom #also i watched the venom movie for the first time last night :D #gf symbiote au (rosie flavor)#stan pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #fiddleford mcgucket #bill cipher #ford pines #Y. YEAH #AH ZEE BRAINEROTTE #i may or may not post to ao3 idk wosshxhsoxjskxjsoxn

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wendip-week · 3 years

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Prompt: Time-Travel

Prompt – Time Travel

It was another fine day in Gravity Falls. Squirrels were chasing each other, baby birds were chirping for food, and the local citizens went about their business, blissfully unaware of the rumored-weirdness that surrounded the valley.

In the town’s tourist-trap, the Mystery Shack, two young workers were sitting behind the register, looking bored. One was a short, scrawny pre-teen with shaggy, brown hair covered by a cap featuring a pine-tree. The other was a tall, lanky redheaded girl in flannel and sporting a trapper-hat. They were the best of friends (or partners-in-crime, depending on who you ask); and at that moment, they’d rather have been anywhere else.

“Ugh! Dipper! Why’s your uncle making us sit here? This place is half-dead! We’ve had, what? Sixteen customers all day, and maybe three of them wanted to buy something?” the girl said, laying across the counter.

“Yeah. Well, it’s Stan, Wendy. ‘Any potential sucker is basically a customer, and customers have money, so don’t miss an opportunity to get some!’”

“Nice one. But seriously, dude, I wish we could go on some adventure. Heck, I’ll take anything: scary or cheesy,” the girl said confidently.

“Really?” Dipper replied, looking at her. “You’d stoop to something out of our B-movie collection?”

Wendy paused, clearly giving this some thought. “Well…”

“The Crawling Deer-Demon-Duck is hiding in that condemned-house, Cassandara!” Dipper said in a low-baritone, his face pouting with mock-bravery. “What kind of brave seventeen-year-old slight bad-boy would I be if I didn’t go in there alone to try and stop it?”

Accepting his challenge, Wendy stood up. “Oh, Drewson! You can’t! It’s too dangerous!” she replied, adopting a terrible accent of a Southern-belle. She put the back-end of her hand on her forehead dramatically, while using her other to grab his sleeve. “I won’t let you go into that condemned house where the Deer-Demon-Duck is hiding!”

Dipper gently moved her hand away and faced her more directly. “But you have to let me!”

“Oh, Drewson!!!” Wendy lamented, now looking Dipper in the eyes.

“Cassandara…” Dipper did the same…

The two’s faces came closer and closer…

Meanwhile, from two different ends of the Shack, a couple of thirteen-year-olds watched with interest. One, a fit-looking, freckle-faced girl with brown hair, stared with wide-eyes; she had her hands over her mouth as she barely suppressed a squeal. It was just too cute and hilarious! The other was a bulky young-man with copper hair. He just rolled his eyes and shook his head, chuckling.

Wendy and Dipper’s faces were now inches from one another; neither breaking the act. Just as it seemed they were about make contact…

*FLASH!*

“Bwaaaahhh!!!” cried out a voice of pure-chaos.

…A white flash of light and a subsequent familiar-sounding snap caught them off-guard (and momentarily blinded the duo).

“Hey!” Dipper shouted.

“What the heck?!” Wendy replied, blinking to get her sight back.

“You guys! That was adorable!” Mabel, Dipper’s twin who sported braces, a homemade sweater, and thick, long brown cried out.

“Mabel?” said Wendy. “How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to hear all that!” the energetic girl told her friend while holding a photo-camera.

“W-We were imitating a scene from one of our movies!” Dipper replied quickly, his face suddenly a deep-red.

“Tomato-Potato! A smooch-scene’s a smooch-scene! Look!” Mabel told them, holding up an instant-photo. Looking closer, it featured Dipper and Wendy, inches apart and puckered up. “And I thought your only chest-hair was scrapbook-material, Dip!”

“Mabel, you better throw that away!” Dipper told his sister, while Wendy just shook her head, a hand covering her eyes.

“Nope! Scrapbook-ortunity!” Mabel opened her scrapbook and, finding a spot that was (relatively) empty, put the photo in. “Boom! Now, I just need some glue! Be right back!”

Mabel ran into the house to look around, leaving her brother and friend alone and little embarrassed.

Dipper looked at his redheaded crush. “Sorry, Wendy. She didn’t need to do that.”

“It’s whatever, dork. I mean, we were kind of cutting it close. That’s what happens when you play chicken.”

“Yeah… I’m gonna destroy it before she gets back,” Dipper said, reaching out for the scrapbook.

“No, don’t!” Wendy replied, putting her hand on his shoulder.

“Wendy, you know she’ll show people. What’ll our friends think? I don’t want you to get embarrassed,” the younger Mystery-Twin said to the redhead.

“Thanks, but if everyone starts laughing, we can just say we’re great actors. After all, I’d pick you over the lead in that cheesy-film any day,” Wendy reassured Dipper, a gentle smile on her face.

Not knowing what to say, the blushing twelve-year-old just awkwardly chuckled.

“Hey!” shouted a gravelly-voice from inside the house. “Can somebody help me with this pimple on my back! I don’t need it bothering me on my next tour!”

Wendy turned to look at her dork, looking a little nonplussed. “…We should probably run before Stan singles us out.”

“To the roof, you think?” Dipper asked.

“Nah, I’m starved. Let’s hit Greasy’s. There’s a great lunch-special if we hurry.”

The nigh-inseparable duo quietly rushed off, leaving the gift-shop completely unattended. With that, the two customers slowly approached the counter, awkwardly looking around.

“Well, that was adorable and weird,” the girl told the boy around her age.

The large boy shrugged. “Definitely right on the latter.” He turned to face the girl. “How has your day been progressing?”

“Uh, fine I guess?” she replied, not used to hearing a greeting in such context. “How about yours?”

“Can’t complain. So… the gift-shop’s abandoned, it looks like,” the boy said, looking around.

“I guess so. Someone could steal something from here and no one would notice.”

“True. Looks like the rumors of this place sparing every expense were true,” the boy said with a chuckle. “Are you planning on stealing something?”

“No! Of course not!” the girl replied with a huff. As the boy looked away, she discreetly took a glance at the scrapbook left behind.

“Well, that’s good. Lots of punk-teens wouldn’t think twice about robbing this place blind,” he told her.

“Fair point,” The girl replied. She reached a small hand out. “I’m May, by the way.”

The other teen answered by clasping it with a meaty-looking hand of his own. “Cool. That’s my sister’s name. I’m Danny.”

For a second, the girl called May’s eyes widened, before narrowing suspiciously. Danny suddenly realized she wasn’t letting go of his hand.

“No, it isn’t,” she replied curtly. “My brother’s Danny!”

As she said that, the other teen frowned before his eyes mirrored the girl. They stared momentarily before pouncing. May attempted to pull “Danny” toward her. Danny, however, was ready. He spun and pulled the hand still clasping his behind the girl’s back. With her momentarily caught off-guard, he pushed her into one of the aisles. He quickly snatched the scrapbook from the counter before racing out the door. May, after stopping herself from hitting a wall, turned to see no scrapbook near the register. She immediately rushed outside to find the boy.

Behind the Mystery Shack, Danny was going rummaging the somewhat sticky-pages of the book he snatched, careful not let anything besides some glitter fall out from between. Finally, his eyes settled on his objective. He was just about to take it when-

“Hey, you!” Danny turned towards an angry-looking May, her fist punching her other palm. “That’s stealing! I don’t know who you are, but I’m not letting you have that!” she shouted.

“Please!” he replied. “As if you weren’t planning on it. I’m smarter than I look, you know!” he accused the girl, who gritted her teeth at his comeback. “And for your information, I’m me! And you’re not you!”

With that, the two of them raced towards each other. This time, however, May slid between the large boy’s legs and got behind him. Before he could react, she grabbed him underneath his shoulders. With him successfully in a headlock, May reached for the book in the redheaded boy’s hand. Realizing what she was trying to do, Danny swung back-and-forth, trying to make May let go of him.

Caught off-guard, the strong girl actually lost her grip on one of his arms for a minute, though she quickly regained it by getting her arm around his neck. However, this wasn’t enough. He reached behind, and this time, he got ahold of May’s shirt, enabling him to throw her off, despite her attempts to hold onto his head. (She even grabbed and stretched his mouth in the process).

She landed with a thud but was quick to get back on her feet. And May was immediately shocked by the sight before her. Next to this guy’s feet was the scrapbook of Mabel, apparently dropped when she made him throw her off. But on the other side of “Danny” laid what looked like a rubber-mask of his face. The head on his body now sported something else: a head that she could only describe as resembling an oversized pistachio, but with red-eyes and sharp teeth.

The creature posing as a human, realizing he was exposed, quickly grabbed his mask and slipped it back on with a growl. Now indiscernible from a human, he wagged what May assumed was a false finger, clearly ticked by that. He charged at her, only for her to roll out of the way. She tried a roundhouse-kick, only for the disguised teen to catch her foot. When May tried to break out, she lost her balance, enabling Danny to catch her from behind the same way she had him.

However, May was ready this time. As this guy grabbed her underneath her shoulders, May somersaulted backwards and caught Danny’s neck with her shoes. With all of her might, she used her legs to throw Danny forward, headfirst! He landed with a loud thud, giving May time to grab the book and escape.

Danny, checking to make sure his mask was straight, raced to catch up to May. He went around the side and rushing in the general direction she ran, saw her carefully moving around a large hole not too far from the Mystery Shack. Taking off a hand-shaped glove, he launched a vine-like appendage and grabbed May’s leg, tripping her and pulling her back. At the same time, she dropped the book near the edge of the long drop. Danny rushed forward and picked it up.

Of course, by this time, May was back on her feet. She charged with all he had and slammed her shoulder into the creature’s costumed-midsection, making him drop the book again. “OW!” They both shouted after May made contact.

Danny rubbed the spot where he got rammed with one hand and pushed her back with his other. He then looked at the pained girl strangely. “That was… You tackle just like May does; only weaker. Who are-? Hey, you okay?”

“Do I look okay?” May was clutching her shoulder, and as the boy could see more plainly, it didn’t look quite right.

“You’re hurt.” Before Danny could say more, the edge of the hole he was standing by gave way. He fell and, because he was still holding onto May, ended up pulling her in, too.

They both fell, screaming all the way down, only realize that they didn’t seem to be getting there anytime soon.

“Wait… I know what this is! We’re in the Bottomless Pit!” May said in realization.

“Oh, yeah! Haven’t seen the inside of this I was five…” Danny thought out loud.

“So you say!” May snapped. “Stop pretending already and tell me what the heck you are! Running into you is like crashing into a tree-trunk! What the heck?!”

Danny paused. “Okay, seeing as you look like you’re hurting, and I’m not, I’m going to call a truce. I’m willing to talk if you are, but I’d rather check your arm first. Is that cool with you?”

“Fine,” May grumbled, seeing no options at the moment. She was at a disadvantage, and if this monster could reach her, she’d be in trouble.

“Alright. Now, stay calm and try not to freak out.” Danny took a hand-shaped glove off and from where it was, slowly extended a vine in May’s direction. It gently went around the teenager’s midriff and pulled her towards him. It was plain to see she was suspicious. “Let me see…” Using his other hand, he poked May’s shoulder.

“Augh!” she grunted.

“Yeah… Looks like you dislocated your shoulder,” Danny assessed with a shudder. “You meatbags and your weird bodies.”

“MEATBAGS?! Look who’s talking!”

“Hey, it is basically what you are. You’re like, mostly water, aren’t you?”

“Well, yeah…” May admitted awkwardly. “But that’s still rude.”

“Right. Sorry,” he apologized sheepishly. “Look, we can’t do anything until we come back up, so we might well as chat and find what the heck is going on here; maybe why you want that scrapbook so much.”

“You took it first,” May replied. “What about you? Also, would you mind letting go of me?”

“Can do.” Danny retracted his vine, allowing May to freefall on her own, then slipped his glove back on over his branch-like hand.

“Okay, so… who the heck are you? I’ve lived in Gravity Falls all of my life; I know that names being alike isn’t some coincidence.” May said.

“Agreed. I’m Danny Pines,” said the strange-teen. “And I’m assuming you’re May Pines.”

“Yeah. May Pines: daughter of Mason and Wendy Pines,” May stated proudly.

“Those are my parents’ names,” Danny replied, an eyebrow raised.

“Weird. My brother’s human, and he doesn’t look much like whatever that costume is you’re wearing. Are you being honest that you’re who you say you are?”

“Yes, I am,” Danny replied, starting to sound annoyed. “Look, I’m a plant-person, okay? So is most of the family, along with the half-the-town where I’m from. We wear disguises to blend in with humans… And what’s wrong with the way I look?”

“Well, for starters, my Danny’s not built like you. He’s muscular, but like the lean-kind. And he’s tall. You kind of have a build like my uncles on Mom’s side of the family. Plus, your face kind of looks like Aunt Mabel’s. He’s got more of one that looks kind of like Grandpa Dan,” May said thoughtfully.

“Huh. Go figure. I never actually wondered if my disguise was accurate… As for my height, I can safely tell you I’m taller than I look. I basically slouch in this costume,” Danny told her. “And my May’s costume doesn’t have you so good, either.”

“Really? Why?” May asked.

“Well, her mask has red-hair and no freckles. And your nose definitely isn’t Mom’s.”

“Oh. I always wondered how I’d look with red hair…” May thought out loud. “Uh, so… why the heck were you trying to take that book?”

“Why do you need it?”

May sighed in resignation. “Look, I’m looking for an anniversary-present for Mom and Dad. I remember Aunt Mabel told me about some cute picture in her scrapbook that went missing. It was that little scene with Mom and Dad from a little earlier. Apparently, it disappeared. It’d be a good gift, and I thought maybe it was me taking it after Blendin Blandin loaned me his Time-Tape that caused it disappear. Now, I’m wondering if it vanishes because you steal it.”

“What a coincidence. I was planning on getting that as an anniversary present for them, too. Well, my version of Mom and Dad.”

“Yeah… How’s that work again? I’m already assuming this is probably one of those Other-Dimension/Universe deals. Or maybe even another timeline,” asked May

“Really? How would that last one work? New timelines always replace old ones, right?” Danny replied.

“I don’t know. I don’t do this for a liv-Oh! We’re coming back up!”

About a minute later, the two thirteen-year-olds found themselves back outside the Bottomless Pit, not a minute gone by since they fell in. Immediately, they stepped away, quick to attend to more important matters. Well, besides the picture in Mabel’s scrapbook, anyway. (Danny quickly picked that up).

“Alright,” Danny said after making sure no one was around. “I’m not an expert, but I’ve been taught the basics of human-skeletons. We’ve gotta fix that arm.”

“Right. Uh, one sec.” May used her good arm to pull a coin-purse out of her pocket. From there, she pulled out a piece of wood with some bite-marks and stuck it in her mouth. “Do your worst.”

Danny put one hand on her forearm; the other on her shoulder. “This is gonna hurt. I’m going to count to five. Got it?” May nodded, and Danny counted. “One… Two… Five.”

A shrill, girly scream echoed through the valley. A scream rivaled only by those who were unfortunate enough to stick an appendage into the infamous “Pain Hole”.

“You okay?” Danny asked, concerned.

“Yeah,” May grunted, rolling her shoulder a couple of times. “This actually happens more often than you think. I’ll be fine in a couple of days.

“Well, I guess that’s one thing you humans have over us,” the boy said, shaking his head. “Your broken limbs don’t have to stay broken. We need to regrow ours. It’s pretty rough.”

“I guess… So, is your time like that lizard-people timeline or something? Dad and Aunt Mabel said something like that happened or was talked about when they were hunting for treasure one time.”

“I don’t remember either of them talking about that,” Danny said, shrugging. “All I know is that my version of Mom and Dad were turned into plants outside of Gravity Falls, and that there was time-travel involved. Come to think of it, I wonder if maybe Time-Wishes have something to do with this.”

May raised an eyebrow. “I don’t follow.”

“They’re paradox-free, but what if they don’t line up with the future. And they can’t be part of a time-loop, either. That’s another paradox. But splitting timelines might make for a good technicality, especially if they lead to the same futures or something.”

“…You read a lot of science-fiction, don’t you?” May deadpanned.

Danny shrugged. “When I’m camping. Yeah.”

“So… you think maybe we come from different branches and that this is a shared-moment in the past?”

“In a nutshell. No pun intended.”

May shrugged. “Anything’s possible. So, how are things in your timeline? Is the Shack still standing?”

“Yeah. Uncle Soos is doing a great job with it.”

“Nice! Does Arctica exist in in that time? Do you like-like her?” May asked in a sly voice.

“N-No! I mean, uh, yes… and no!” Danny replied quickly.

“Oh my gosh! I knew it!” May said, almost squealing. “Everyone knows! Me, our parents, our friends! Aunt Pacifica sure approves! So does-!”

“Wait! Pacifica… She’s alive in your time?” Danny asked, looking a bit shocked.

“Yeah. Is she not…? Oh, man! What happened?” May replied, looking very concerned.

“She just got sick. Last year, I think. That kind of thing’s one drawback to being human, I guess. Still, everyone was there, so I think she was comfortable, at least,” Danny told his sister from what might be an alternate-timeline.

“Shoot…” May thought out loud.

“Sorry to bring the mood down. So, does Chaz still try to keep his distance from you and your cooties?”

“As if! He’s just intimidated by my tackle!”

“Sure… No doubt that’s why he and Drake Jr. tried to discover a vaccine for them,” Danny said with a chuckle. “Dad thinks they might be onto rediscovering the Philosopher’s Stone instead.”

“So, Aunt Mabel married Uncle Drake in your timeline, too?”

“Yep.”

“Great… Two versions of our uncle to pass on his terrible driving skills two different versions of our cousin,” May said in exasperation.

“Don’t forget our siblings…” Danny added.

“Siblings? What siblings?” May asked.

“…You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Seriously, we have them? What are they like?” May said with interest. “Younger? Older?”

“All of the above. Dang. I wish I had my special phone-glove so I could show you pics. Too bad I didn’t want to accidentally leave it.”

“Shoot! Lucky!”

Danny laughed. “Keep telling yourself that.”

May smiled, then looked at her aunt’s scrapbook. “That photo’s still in there.”

Danny rummaged through it and found the page with said photo. The siblings from different timelines both stared, admiring the young versions of their parents doing that corny, mock-romance scene.

“What do you wanna do?” Danny asked her.

“I don’t know… I want it, but you’ve got as much right to snatch it as I do,” May replied. “I wish we both could take it with us.”

“You know, maybe we can,” Danny said after a minute.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Doesn’t the Shack have a magic photocopy-machine in this time?”

“…And Mom and Dad are gone, so we might be able to pull this off!”

Meanwhile, Mabel was in her and Dipper’s room in the attic, which had basically been torn apart in a futile-search.

“Come on, Mabel!” The sweater-loving preteen said to herself. “Where’d you put that extra glue?”

The Mystery Twins of different timelines slipped through the currently-unguarded gift-shop of the Mystery Shack with ease, only to run into an elderly, bespectacled man in a fez, faded-white tee-shirt, and boxers in the living room, who was sitting on the couch, watching tv. The man turned to face them.

“Hey!” he said gruffly. “No exploring the house unless I’m leading a tour! Back to the gift-shop with you.”

Danny approached him, a hand behind his back. “No. Back to sleep with you.” Danny brought his concealed hand out from behind him, a large flower blooming from his wooden hand. He blew what looked like pollen into the old man’s face. The man was out in an instant, drooling all over himself.

May took the tv remote and flipped through a couple of channels. When she was satisfied, she abandoned the remote and joined Danny, though not before laying a soft kiss on the scary-looking man’s temple.

“Love you, Great-Grunkle Stan,” May whispered. She turned back to rubber-suited variation of her brother. “Let’s go.”

The two kids wandered down the hall towards the back, where they found a beaten, worn-out copy machine with words like “Danger” and other warnings on and around it.

“So… if I remember correctly, Dad said this’ll clone whatever you put into it,” May said. “It’s how Great Grunkle Stan made copies of the Journals that triangle-dude ruined.”

“Right,” Danny replied. “Seems straightforward. I think I’ll make two. This way, we don’t have to steal anything.”

“Sounds good. Let’s just remember not to get either wet.” May stepped out to check the living room.

Meanwhile, a heavy-set young man in a cap and a shirt with a big question-mark stepped into the living-room. “Hey, Mr. Pines. I just finished fixing-Oh, cool! You’ve got anime on!”

Soos Ramirez sat down on the couch, his gaze focused entirely on the tv-screen. He didn’t notice the teenage-girl peering around the corner, nor the bright and completely-noticeable flash from down the hall. He also didn’t notice two teens step back into the gift-shop, the boy holding three identical-copies of what looked like Mabel’s scrapbook.

In the Mystery Shack’s gift shop, May sat the scrapbook back down on the counter where she and Danny found it.

“Alright! Are we good to go?” May asked Danny.

“I think so. I made whole scrapbooks that we can maybe use for Aunt Mabel sometime. I bet she’d like to see her old pet-project again,” Danny replied.

“Great idea. You know, if it’s not us that steal the photo, I wonder what happens to this one.”

“Beats me. But no time to find out. Someone’s bound to come back any time now.” Danny said, handing one of the copies to May.

“You’re right… Hey, I’m sorry I kind of jumped you when we ran into each other. I thought maybe I violated some time-bureau thing and you were an agent or something,” May replied with sincerity as the two of them walked out of the entrance.

“That’s alright. No harm done. I’m sorry you hurt yourself trying to hurt me,” Danny replied to the girl.

“It’s fine,” May told her… sibling. “You know, it would be cool if we could hang, but with whatever this is, I don’t see how that’s possible any time soon.”

“You’re right,” Danny agreed, almost regretfully. “I don’t know how time-travel works, and I don’t Blendin’s inclined to tell someone who got the drop on him.”

“Huh?!”

“Nothing!”

The two stared at each other, not knowing what else to say. Finally, May broke the ice: “Awkward sibling-hug?”

The Mystery Twins embraced, awkwardly patting each other’s backs before separating.

“So, before we go our separate ways, can I ask you a weird question?” Danny asked sheepishly.

“Sure. What is it?” May responded.

“What’s like having a nose? A real one, I mean…”

Meanwhile, Mabel Pines had just come back downstairs. “I can’t believe I forgot I have one in my sweater’s inner pocket. What a silly-Mabel I am!” she said to herself, chuckling.

She stood by her scrapbook on the counter and tried to work the cap to the new glue-bottle off.

At the same time, a customer, who had come into the empty gift-shop just before the girl came down, went to approach Mabel and ask about getting rung up. Unfortunately, there was a snowglobe left on the floor by some child earlier that day. The man suddenly tripped on it and fell forward, only to stop himself by catching a fan. Said fan immediately started blowing on high, blasting Mabel’s hair all over her face and blowing a certain photograph into the yard, where an odd-looking goat caught in his mouth and ate it.

That was a dark day for Mabel Pines… who immediately planned to try to convince Dipper and Wendy to reenact that scene again.

The Pines twins from alternate futures faced each other, holding out their respective Time-Tapes (with the tape pulled out appropriately) and holding tightly onto their respective scrapbooks. The two got one last look at each other.

“Bye, Danny,” May said to her secret monster of a brother. “I love you, and I hope Mom and Dad like your gift.”

“Likewise, May,” Danny said, looking a bit sad. I wish you could see the others… I’d have liked to see their reactions meeting you.”

May gave him a soft smile. “Hey, I got to meet you, at least.” Danny smiled in response.

The Mystery Twins let the tape on their devices retract. There was a flash of light, and it was like they had never been there.

#wendip #Wendy Corduroy #Dipper Pines #Gravity Falls #WenDipWeek #fanfic #time travel #submission

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bluemoonbeam15 · 2 years

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Since I notice you’ve posted about gravity falls before, remember that ask about hopper fighting a bunch of wasps I sent you?

Imagine hopper beating up a bunch of wasps… but it’s exactly like that scene where Stan pines beats up all the zombies. (If you haven’t seen it, here’s the link. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bBJ8HOHRLtY It’s super cool.) in this case, dipper and mabel would be dot and flik, maybe?

Alright, got a day off from work so we'll call today "prompt day" XD.

And I remember this episode, absolutely one of my favorites. Stan really does capture a lot of Hopper's energy in the show. I don't have any backstory to incorporate on this so I'll just jump straight into the action. Plus, I know you wrote about a similar scene for one of the prompts I sent you so I hope this one doesn't tread too closely to yours.

Warning! This does have violence and blood and other things that are associated with fighting! Don't read if you can't stomach that stuff...please. I can't...really make you guys do anything but...can't say I didn't try.

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Flik sprinted down the tunnels. Like he was going to stay put while the others were out there fighting. Hopper couldn't tell him what to do. With so many things running through his mind, he nearly slammed into the princess as she zoomed in front of him, "Flik!"

He dug his heels in the ground to stop, "Dot? What are you doing? You should be in the bunker!"

"And so should you!"

The inventor held up his new invention: a curved piece of wood with a string tied to either end. A basket of arrows was strapped around his chest, "I'm armed, you're not."

"But Hopper said--"

"Hopper is out there risking his life! The last thing I'm gonna do is sit around and not do anything." He sidestepped the princess and hurried down the tunnel again.

Dot huffed and hurried after him, "Well, if you're going then so am I!"

"Dot, stay here."

"You can't tell me what to do!"

"I'm older than you!"

"And Hopper's older than you!"

Flik ran a hand down his face, "That's different--" But Dot had already zoomed past him and toward the top of the anthill. "Dot! Get back here!"

"Can't hear you! Too far away!" Flik screamed internally as he raced to get to her.

The second he reached the outside, a wasp landed heavily in front of him. It stayed still...dead. He stared with wide eyes and looked up to see that some of the colony was catapulting acorns from the tree branches -- another one of his inventions being put to use. He readied his bow and searched frantically for Dot. The princess peeked out from behind his legs, "We need to get back inside, Flik!"

He looked down at her, "Dot! Don't ever run out like that again!"

"Did you hear me?"

"I'm not going back in, go on and get to the bunker," he pushed her back toward the entrance.

"B-But--"

"Dot go!"

She glanced behind him quickly and screamed. Flik whirled around to see a wasp -- a good five feet taller than him -- looming over dangerously. He was taller than Hopper. "Another termite?" He grabbed Flik by his ankle, holding him invertedly, "Where do you pests keep coming from?"

Flik swallowed and held onto his bow tightly. The ground looked awfully far away from where he was hovering. "D-Don't make me--"

"What?" The wasp hissed with a crooked grin, "D-D-Don't. Broken thing, aren't you? Takes you an hour just to speak. Maybe slitting your throat will fix that," he pushed a claw down on the bottom of the ant's chin. Flik whimpered as he felt it begin to break through.

Something slammed against the wasps head and he grunted, releasing Flik. The ant winced from the impact. A stone lay not too far from him and he looked over to see Hopper standing his ground near the wasp. "Oh boy, you're a big one, huh?" The wasp chuckled and wiped the blood trickling down his jaw, "I always love a challenge." He swung a fist out but froze when Hopper caught it and dug his claws in. "What the--?"

Hopper twisted his arm back and kicked the back of his knee. The wasp took in a sharp breath and fell to his knees. Hopper wasted no time in grabbing the other arm and twisting it behind him, pushing the wasp further to the ground and using his lower arms to rip out the stinger. "Gah!" The wasp squeezed his eyes shut and became frantic to escape. Hopper pressed a foot down on his back and leaned close, holding the stinger flush against the wasp's neck.

"You talk too much," he growled lowly, "maybe slitting your throat will fix that." The wasp choked as the stinger broke through a little. Hopper looked up at Dot, "Get inside, Squirt." When the princess didn't move, he bared his teeth, "Now."

Not a second later, she was diving back into the entrance. Hopper waited another moment before driving the stinger into the wasp's throat and dragging it down his chest. With the stinger still embedded, he rammed a foot down on the wasp's legs to break them. Hopper lifted his face up while the blood-soaked the ground beneath him, "Should've thought twice before messing with my family." With a quick twist, he snapped his neck and watched the wasp go limp on the ground.

Flik swallowed and shakily stood up, bow trembling in his hand, "I-I--"

"I told you to stay in the bunker, kid," Hopper wiped the blood from his cheek. "Anyone would half a brain would know how to do that."

The ant straightened, "I wasn't gonna let you get yourself killed."

Hopper laughed darkly and gestured to the wasp, "Speak for yourself." He strode past Flik and nodded toward the hill, "Now get back inside before something worse happens."

Flik held up his bow, "I'm armed, actually, so I can fight as much as the next guy!"

Hopper looked back, unimpressed as he eyed the weapon. "Kid, I'm the next guy. That stick isn't gonna do anything against this swarm. Now I'm not gonna tell you again, get back in that bunker."

"You can't tell me what to do," Flik clenched his fists. By God he was going to fight. If everyone would stop treating him like a child! Who all was in the bunker? The children, the newborns, the elders...even some of the females were out here fighting. And Flik was subjected to the same treatment as most -- if not all -- of the most vulnerable subjects.

Hopper was silent, eyes lidded as he stood before Flik, leaning down to be almost nose-to-nose. Flik forced himself to not shrink back. There was still blood staining the grasshopper's face and the scar glittered in the light from where some had splattered in the slit. It had been quite a time since he found himself intimidated by Hopper that he nearly forgot what it felt like. The sight before him now, though, reminded him why the colony had so easily submitted to him before.

"I can't huh?" Hopper regarded the ant imperiously, "And what makes you think that?" Flik finally had to divert his gaze and his resolve wavered. He heard Hopper sigh and glanced up to see his look softening, "Go back in the bunker...please. I'll let that one slide," he nodded to the dead wasp, "for touching you. But if another one so much as grazes your arm I'll have to slaughter this whole swarm. And my chances of getting into Heaven are already slim as it is," he chuckled.

Flik smiled small, nodding, "Alright, I'll go back."

"Thank you," he brushed Flik's antennae back with the hand not soaked in blood. "Don't worry about me, kid, I'll see through." He started his wings and pushed off toward the heart of the battle.

Flik bit his lip, watching the chaos from a safer distance. He took half a step back...before hurrying toward the edge of the clearing. If Hopper fought for his family then so would Flik. The last thing he would do is let Hopper get hurt trying to protect everyone. "Don't worry about me either," he mumbled and pulled apart the bow where it connected halfway. He reassembled the contraption. Pulling back on one of the pieces sticking out, the machine made a clicking noise and he broke the end off one of the arrows, inserting the sharp bit into the barrel of the stick he had hallowed out. Another pull and click set the machine and he held it firmly against his chest. "I'll see through."

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Aw man this was so much fun to write! I have to do more action scenes like this cause this was just fun to imagine. Hope you like it!

#a bugs life #hopper #flik #dot #violence warnings #blood warning #action #fanfiction #ask #prompt #answer #writing

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oliveiraveiro · 4 years

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Open Heart, Rafael Aveiro x F!MC

Additional Rafael scene after the events of Book 2, Chapter 12 in which Casey seeks comfort from Rafael after the funeral.

rating: teen & up / words: 2117

note: a great day to raf stans only <3 this is my offering so we can all pretend ohsy doesn’t exist

Casey could swear she can hear her own heartbeat as she waited for someone to answer the door. Throughout the memorial, as well as in the past few days, she has done really well in putting up a brave face.

But after today… after Jackie, the strongest person she knew, broke down crying in front of her and fell asleep listening to her breathing… the gravity of losing two good people who were her friends finally hit her. And when she thinks about how she almost died too, how he almost died… she cannot help but to want to scream and cry and punch something all at the same time.

It is late at night, and she knows at the back of her mind that knocking at Juliana’s door at this time is too impolite. But she must see him. She just needs a reminder too that he is alive and breathing, that although she lost him before, he is not gone like Danny and Bobby.

Before she can focus on feeling like something is gripping her heart again as she thinks about them, Juliana finally opens the door. Her doubts about coming tonight completely turn into regret as she sees her looking sleepy in her nightgown, but before she can apologize and attempt to just leave, the older woman gives her a kind, sad smile and immediately motions her to come inside.

“Don’t worry, you didn’t wake me. Raf couldn’t sleep either.” Juliana thankfully says before she can fumble with her words. She is relieved that she is awake, but to hear that Rafael also was… Casey swallows the lump in her throat, willing herself not to tear up. “The room on the right upstairs.”

Casey simply gives her a grateful smile before she goes without hugging her or speaking a word because she knows she only needs one comforting touch for the dam holding back her tears to give out and break. She quietly runs up the stairs, then softly knocks at the familiar door of Rafael’s childhood room. A second passes then she hears an invitation to come in.

With a deep breath she opens the door, steps inside the room, then closes it behind her. She gives Rafael time to take in that she was here. She watches her own hand at the doorknob for another second before she turns and finally meets his gaze.

Rafael is sat up on his bed in a white T-shirt and gray sweats. Apart from looking like he recently woke up from a coma, it was very obvious that he had been crying. Casey watches him set something down on the side table as she walks towards him, and as soon as she realized it was the photobooth picture of them along with Sienna and Danny from the carnival, there was no stopping the dam from breaking.

She reaches for the photo but fails to take it as she falls to her knees after a violent sob. Casey cries, a hand holding onto Rafael’s knee for support as she lets out all that she has been keeping deep inside.

He quickly joins her on the floor, pulling her close to him so she can cry on his chest. He stopped crying almost half an hour ago, already thinking that there were probably no tears left in him, but the agony in Casey’s sobs has tears streaming down his face yet again.

To think that she was feeling the same torment as him. The same guilt, the same mourning, the same feeling of absolute helplessness. He holds her tight, wishing he can shield her from all the pain. But sadly, and extremely ironically, the way for them to process their grief is to first drown in it.

And so that is what they do. Like being near death’s doorstep hand by hand, they do it together.

For the first time, Casey lets herself feel. She lets herself feel beyond terrified thinking about what happened to them. She wallows in her grief for Danny and Bobby. She accepts the anger she has for Travis, for Senator Farrugia, for this unfair, cruel world. She lets her love for Sienna overwhelm her. The same with her love for Rafael. She takes in the guilt that she is relieved that he did not die too. That she did not. She lets all of it overcome her because Rafael is here to pull her back up to the surface.

Rafael also lets himself sink to the deepest end of his sorrow. He lets himself realize that all he can do right now is accept things as they are. That while he might be heroic, he is not a superhero who can and will save everyone all the time. And as terrifying this fact is, sometimes all he can do is save himself.

It did not seem like either of them could stop crying, but after maybe an hour Rafael was relieved to realize that sobs no longer wracked Casey’s body. He moves one of his arms, starting to gently rub her back.

Casey moves after another minute, wiping her face and sniffing, sitting next to Rafael so he could also change his position.

He looked even more of a mess now, and judging his ruined shirt, she knows she only looked worse. “Raf…” Casey starts, but was unable to continue without her lips trembling once again.

Rafael gives her hand a squeeze, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips, then another that lingers a second longer. “I know, Casey.” He answers softly before getting the both of them up and making her sit on the bed. He gets her some tissues and a glass of water from his desk and later they both lay on their backs on his bed, both comfortable and comforted by silence and each other’s presence.

Rafael was now just thinking about how warm his fresh shirt was, but Casey’s thoughts are still far away from the room.

“They’re gone, Raf. They’re really gone.” Casey finally speaks a sentence. “When we go back to Edenbrook, Bobby and Danny won’t be there.”

She spoke with such finality that Rafael feels like his face has been splashed with ice cold water. He struggles to take in a full breath of air, but he finds her hands and again he gives it a squeeze, their fingers interlocking. “They’re gone,” he agrees.

Casey looks over at Rafael, and he meets her gaze almost immediately. “But we’re still here.”

“We are.” This time Rafael answers without missing a beat. “And we’re gonna make it count. If not for ourselves, for the people who love us.”

“And Danny and Bobby?”

“Especially them.” Rafael agrees again, turning on his side to face Casey, and she follows suit.

She looks up into his eyes, then steals a glance at his lips. He smiles a little and slowly leans in to meet her lips with his, and they share a gentle, comforting kiss.

They pull away after a while, Rafael pressing another kiss on top of Casey’s head, and he pulls her close to him again.

“Did Sora ever come to visit?” Casey asks almost immediately, and despite being emotionally spent, Rafael finds it in him to laugh softly.

“Really? Right after our great kiss?” He gives her a small grin, to which she only smiles sheepishly. “She visited right after I was discharged.”

“What did she say?” Casey wraps an arm around his torso, cuddling closer. Despite now feeling numb with all that has happened, her heart flutters at how much she missed being this close to him and how safe it feels in his arms.

“She apologized for breaking up with me when she did.” Rafael lightly massages Casey’s shoulder with one hand.

“Did she want to take you back?” Casey was worried to ask despite being laid next to him in his bed right now.

“No. I think we both finally realized we both rushed into something we didn’t really want.” He sighs. “If I could just go back…” He starts, but then trails off. If the past few days and their recent crying session taught him something, it is that this kind of thinking is not going to help him or anyone.

“Listen, Casey, I know I can’t go back and change anything that already happened. But I just want you to know that I’m gonna do all that I can to make it up to you.”

Casey blinks slowly, biting on her lip. She was already in so much pain; she did not need to revisit how it felt like when Rafael left her. Granted, it already felt like forever ago, with all that has happened. But still… she has to know why he left.

“Why did you do it, Raf?” She asks, voice small. “I… I know we weren’t officially together, but we were dating. It was special-- at least I thought it was. Why did you leave me?”

Rafael takes a deep breath. “You’re gonna hate me.” He does not even need to look to know that Casey already had a frown, but he continues. “I didn’t really have a real reason. It’s like… something made me get back together with Sora. As soon as she got back to Boston she came here to visit Juliana when I was also over. When I opened the door and saw her, my childhood sweetheart, visiting my vovo at the same time I did, it felt like… fate, if you will. I just-- I had this voice in my mind telling me I should pursue her again.”

Casey still furrowed her eyebrows. Rafael, like always, is too honest, but after months of second-guessing herself, she finally knew the truth. She is conflicted if it was comforting or infuriating that it was not even about her.

“You didn’t… it wasn’t- about me? Or about us?” Her shaky voice told the both of them what she really felt.

“I’m sorry, Casey.” Rafael clenched his jaw. “If I could take it back, if I could somehow go back and make myself realize how much I loved you before I ended things between us…” he sighed deeply. “Up to this day I still regret that I only realized how very important you were to me when I already lost you. God, after I left you.”

She swallows, letting herself take a moment to process that. There was too much to unpack: suddenly she knows Rafael loved her and thought she was very important to him.

“What is this now, Raf? What are we doing here?” After a long moment, Casey asks.

“If you just need someone to lean on, Casey, I’m the perfect person. Not only because I’ve been through what you’ve been through… it’s the least I can do and want to do for you.” He starts. “If you just want that… that’s okay, and I’m here for you no matter what. But if you’ll still have me, Case, despite what I did and my reason for it… I want to give us another chance. We both lost so much, and I think it’s only fitting we start building our lives again together.”

Casey plays with her bottom lip, again taking a minute to let that sink in. Exhaustion is finally taking over her, and judging Raf’s sleepy voice despite his declaration of feelings, he is obviously tired as well. Casey pulled away a little so she can look up at Rafael, only able to ask, “You don’t have another childhood sweetheart I have to worry about? Because I swear I won’t be so nice the next time you leave me for no reason.”

He chuckles. “I won’t be living that down any time soon, am I?”

“You won’t be living it down, ever.” Casey grins.

“Well… as long as you take me back, I really won’t be in the position to complain.” Rafael holds Casey’s face with one hand, rubbing her cheek gently and smiling, eyes fluttering sleepily.

How absolutely adorable and lovable he looked made her kiss him again. It was way too gentle than their usual kisses, but right now it was perfect. Innocent, honest, genuine. “Get some sleep, my boyfriend who absolutely cannot break up with me for an ex-girlfriend from high school.” She presses another soft kiss on his lips once more.

“You won’t leave before I wake up?” Raf asks, pulling Casey’s body close to him again.

“I won’t if you promise not to break up with me for an ex partner from college or from work either.”

Again he laughs softly, eyes fluttering close. “I promise, Casey. I’ll love you and make you feel loved each day. I promise.” He whispers goodnight.

#rafael aveiro #rafael aveiro x mc #rafael x mc #open heart fanfiction #open heart #choices open heart #choices #choices stories you play #playchoices

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thetaleofsirthopas · 4 years

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The Long Wait

Summary: Stan's eyes were cloudy with pain. He looked small, which was wrong. Grunkle Stan was larger than life. Mabel sat in the chair and waited. Characters: Stan Pines, Mabel Pines, Ford Pines, Dipper Pines, Soos Ramirez, Melody Tags: Major Character Death, Death by Old Age, Grief/Mourning AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27137243

Mabel had been lying in bed, flipping through her art history textbook and debating whether she should go ahead and start on her term paper or toss the book in favor of a night in with popcorn and cheesy vampire movies when she got the call.

Mabel scrounged around for her phone as it vibrated sonewhere underneath the blankets. "Hey, Dipping Sauce," she chirped when she finally found it.

"How soon can you come home?" Dipper asked without so much as a 'hello.' He was using his 'this is very serious and I am an adult' voice. "Can you ask your professors for a leave of absence?"

"Uhh..." Mabel jerked upright and she saw her roommate give her a concerned look from their desk. "Yeah, I don't think that'll be a problem. What's up? Is something wrong?"

"I think you better get to Gravity Falls. Sooner than later. Stan isn't doing too good. I think--" Dipper's voice hitched. "It might be time."

Mabel hadn't bothered to wait for permission from her professors, only barely remembering to send them an email from the airport. She didn't care if they failed her; her Grunkle needed her.

She was a wreck all during the flight. Three hours was such a long time. Anything could happen. Nothing was going to happen, she harshly reminded herself. Grunkle Stan had punched a pterodactyl in the face! He was going to laugh himself silly when he saw how worked up everyone was getting. Mabel sucked in a breath and let it out slowly between her teeth. She closed her eyes and felt the way his arms had wrapped around her when she was a child, safe and protected. Not as they felt now, when she was too tall and his waist and arms too thin.

Dad was waiting for her at the airport. "How are you holding up, sweetie?" He asked as they climbed into Soos's jeep. Mabel shrugged and refused to look up from the last text Dipper had sent: no change. That was good, wasn't it? At least, she didn't think it was bad.

It was still another hour before they reached Gravity Falls.

The mid-March sun was beating on the lingering hints of snow, turning the ground into a gray slush. Dad drove slowly, to keep from spinning out. The minutes added on. Mabel sucked in a breath when they finally pulled around the bend in the forest and there was the Mystery Shack. Dad drove around to the back, parking in front of the house Soos had built with Melody.

Mabel jumped out of the car and was racing up the stairs before Dad had even put the jeep in park. Mom was with Melody in the kitchen, sipping coffee and talking in low voices. "I just talked to Sherman. He's devastated that he can't come up, but he just had that surgery, and oh-- Mabel, honey, they're all in Stan's room. Go on in. Mason's been asking when you'll arrive."

Mabel nodded and looked past the staircase, down the hall that had been a guest room until Grunkle Stan moved in permanently. His memory had never been quite the same after Weirdmageddon. He knew Mabel and Dipper, could recall each and every moment he had spent with them and Mabel had felt a vicious and possessive sort of pride at that. He had loved her so much that even when everything else was gone she remained. His years as a drifter were spotty, his high school days hazy, Filbrick was almost non-existent. But not her, not Dipper.

Grunkle Ford said his recovery had "plateaued." Mabel could remember when her Grunkles had come to California for a visit. He had shuffled into the kitchen from the guest bedroom, where Mabel had been eating a bowl of Fruit Loops. "You want a glass of orange juice, pumpkin?" Stan asked as he grabbed the carton from the fridge and poured himself one.

"No thanks, I'm good!"

Stan nodded, drank his OJ, put the glass in the sink and sat at the table. After a few minutes, he got up, pulled the carton back out and got himself a new glass. "You want a glass of orange juice, pumpkin?"

"Uhh... no, still... still good."

Stan didn't answer. He just stared at the already dirty glass in the sink like he had no idea how it got there. Grunkle Ford decided they would stop sailing soon after that.

Mabel stared at the yellow door, took a deep breath, and pushed it open. It took her a moment to find her Grunkle. He looked so small in the bed. She could see a sliver of his dark eyes peeking through the half-closed lids, but they didn't move when she came in. Didn't recognize her. His breaths were wispy and rattled with each intake. He didn't move, didn't react. Just breathed. That was enough for Mabel. Ford sat by his head, his hands clutching Stan's. "It's alright," he whispered near his temple. "You can let go now. We're going to be alright."

The scene was torn from her, blocked by Soos's body. She felt his arms wrap around her and it reminded her so much of when she was little, with Stan holding her, that she sagged and let out a choked sob.

She finally pulled back and wiped at the wet stain she had left on Soos's shirt. Soos gave a little laugh. "It's okay," he whispered. "That's not the worst stain on here."

Mabel gave a soft chuckle and looked to see Dipper sitting in a corner, wringing his hands, pale and frightened. He jumped up from the chair and gestured her towards it. "Here, take a seat."

"You two should go outside, get some fresh air while you can," Ford spoke. He didn't take his eyes off of Stan. "It'll be a while yet."

Mabel's stomach did a weird little flip. "Are you sure?" Dipper asked.

"I'm sure." There was no hesitation in his voice. "I'll come get you if there's any change. Go on."

Dipper reached out and Mabel met him half-way, clasping his hand as Soos led them back out the bedroom. He gave them a sad smile and Mabel was suddenly struck with the fact that Ford hadn't asked Soos to leave. Surely he needed a breather too. But the door closed and Dipper was pulling her outside.

The sun was too bright, too warm. She blinked away the dots dancing in front of her vision and caught just a glimpse of something red darting through the trees. "Was that a gnome?" She asked, pointing to where it had disappeared. She was still holding Dipper's hand.

"Maybe we should turn on the sprinklers, scare them off before they can get into the garbage."

Mabel tugged him toward the tree line and they spent twenty minutes picking their way through the underbrush, searching for little gnomish footprints.

They heard the screen door open and Melody stood on the porch. She said something, her voice too small to be heard. She coughed and tried again. "Kids? Come inside."

Mabel ran up the steps, Dipper close at her heels. "How is he?"

Melody's hands fluttered, and she coughed again, running her hand underneath her nose. "It's happened. Stan's gone."

Mabel froze.

Dipper shook his head. "Great Uncle Ford would have called us."

"I'm so sorry--"

Dipper pushed past her and Mabel latched onto his hand again before he could leave her behind. He stormed into the living room, towards their Grunkle's door. Ford blocked them, closing it firmly behind him. "You don't need to go in there," he said. "Soos is arranging the body. Someone from the funeral home will be here in about thirty minutes."

Dipper glared at him, his voice accusing. "You were supposed to get us."

"I didn't want you to see."

Mabel tugged on Dipper's hand. She didn't want to fight about it. It wasn't right to do that after... Dipper let her pull him away. Their parents were sitting on the couch and Mabel buried herself between them. Her Mom ran her fingers through her hair and Mabel let her head droop onto her shoulder. "Are you going to be okay, sweetheart?" She asked.

Mabel nodded her head. Soos came out a few minutes later and they all sat around, talking, waiting, eating. Mabel opened her eyes at the crinkling sounds of tires over rocks as a car pulled up the dirt driveway. There was a knock at the door and Melody left the couch to answer it. There were low voices. Soos and Ford and her parents all wandered over to where the mortician was waiting. "We still remember what he did for us," the man was saying.

Mabel glanced at the door that led to Stan's bedroom. She looked at Dipper and he nodded. He already knew what she was thinking. What she needed. Dipper stayed on the couch, keeping watch as Mabel crept toward the bedroom and stepped inside. Stan's rattled breathing was gone. He was laid out on the bed, ready to be taken somewhere dark and lonely. Where Mabel would never get to see him again. She moved closer and peered at his face.

It wasn't her Stan.

It was some other old man, someone she didn't know. His skin was yellow and hung off of his face like dripping wax. They mistook Grunkle Stan for Wax Stanley, she thought. That was when the smell hit her. Mabel burst into tears, gasping for air that wouldn't reach her lungs. She couldn't breathe. Her Grunkle was gone.

A pair of large hands -- twelve fingers, six on each hand, hard and warm -- pulled her out of the room and wrapped her up in a fierce hug, hiding her face into his coat.

#stanley pines #mabel pines #ford pines #gravity falls #dipper pines #fanfic #tw character death

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minijenn · 4 years

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I Don’t Belong Here Anymore (A MK 2.0 era one-shot)

Well folks, here’s my late submission to UF celebration week one! And, how about for MK week we take a look at Stonemason and his relationship with the MKs’ successors! That’s right, this will be an MK 2.0 fic! Because it focuses on them (and not the original four MK) I guess you could also argue this is actually an early week three submission lol. I’ll leave it up to reader interpretation on which week it belongs to. This is something set very early in that section of the timeline. Some notes ahead of it: this assumes Stonemason has his own body (but that it too has the robot arm), it is slightly inspired by a Doctor Who scene from the episode The Big Bang (but is also very much its own thing), and also remember that Ava’s real name is Avery, so that’s what she’s called throughout this. Now, let us begin.

Looking out into the woods of Gravity Falls, Stonemason stood quietly and alone on the porch of the Mystery Shack. For years he had loved this feeling. It had been part of the reason he had lived out in the woods during his teenage years, close enough to the Shack if he ever needed to come by but also enough of his own space. The forest of Gravity Falls had everything he’d always wanted. The quiet night, the buzz of nearby fireflies, and that sense some being was watching you from the tree line. Taking a deep breath of the warm summer air, Stonemason tried to internalize the sensation. He truly loved living here.

And he always would.

“I don’t think I belong here anymore.” He said to himself, for the third time tonight. He hoped he had some kind of audience stalking him from the trees, just so something could hear his goodbye. He was still trying to process the idea of leaving, but he thought it was the right thing to do. He and Dipper had finally decided what was best for the two infants sleeping upstairs. Dipper had not wanted to go through with it, but the former assassin pushed the idea. Dipper still had trauma from his summers all those years ago. The possession, Weirdmageddon, his time trapped on Homeworld, and so much more. Stonemason couldn’t blame him and knew his counterpart did not like thinking back on his torment, but he also quickly realized Dipper’s two daughters would ask endless questions. At least one of them probably would. And, when Stonemason realized that, he realized his very presence would inspire those questions. They’d want to know why their “uncle” looked exactly like their father, and he knew simply claiming he was another twin was not a strong lie.

Holding back a few tears, Stonemason took another deep breath and thought about those two, Avery and Abigail. He loved those two kids. Dipper and Pacifica had teased him before they were born, telling him how much he’d care about them. He never expected he would love his two nieces as much as he did, and that was the larger reason why he planned on leaving. Yes, he wanted to help Dipper, but he knew the mystery seeker would triumph through his past pain. “But I can’t imagine needing to explain it to those two,” Stonemason said aloud. He wanted Abigail and Avery to stay innocent and not need to face nightmares. If that meant leaving Gravity Falls, meaning he’d never need to tell them about the suffering Dipper went through so he could come to exist, then he thought it was worth it.

The former assassin took one last deep breath of the outside air before turning to open the door. He loved those two kids too much to not say goodbye. But they would be the only ones he bid farewell. While Dipper had agreed to his plan to leave, he knew that, if they tried to have a farewell, Dipper would never be able to go through with it. Dipper would change his mind at the last minute. He always did.

Sneaking through the old door, the former assassin walked the several feet to the living room, recalling all the old memories he’d always love. From his first few days trying to live as part of the Pines Family, to those few visits he’d make after he’d move out to the woods, and everything else. As he looked throughout the old room, however, Stonemason felt another tear forming at his eye, which he quickly wiped away. He wasn’t going to get distracted, not again. He quickly decided to avoid taking a last look at any other room for now, thus meaning he’d have no way to get sentimental and second guess himself. Well, second guess himself more than he already was. He wasn’t sure about this. He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to rob the kids the chance to met him. He’d even miss the small things, like the weekly poker games he would play with Stan, Greg and other people he’d never really bothered to learn the names of. But, as he quietly walked up the stairs and opened the door to the baby room, seeing the two of them sleeping before him, Stonemason reminded himself of why he was doing this and sat down.

“Hey, you two,” he said quietly to the sleeping infants, “its good old me, Uncle Stonemason.” A small sad simile formed on Stonemason’s face as he spoke, only slightly ahead of the tears that began to form in his eyes. “I may not know much about infants and all but… well… I…” Stonemason found himself taking a breath and wiping away another tear. Once again, a part of himself said to stop just. Just go to bed and stay. So, for a few seconds, he just sat. Thinking over his options and plans. He could stay, help the two grow up, but… “I want you two to be safe,” he said at last, “and be without worry. And I have a feeling at least one of you will inherit Dipper’s curiosity. And that’s okay, just be careful with your adventures….”

Stonemason took another breath, wiped away a few more tears and looked back down at them, “but that means you’d inevitably look into how I came to be. And I’m going to avoid that. If that means being out of your lives—” Stonemason found himself stopping the sentence, trying to wrap his head around never seeing them again. “so be it” he said at last with all his strength.

Is that it? He thought to himself, that was the big goodbye? Stonemason wiped these thoughts away and got up to leave. Yes, keep it simple and—

And then one of the babies stirred.

With the speed of a bullet, Stonemason turned around to face the child, quickly seeing that it was Avery who was waking up. Without thinking, Stonemason quickly picked up the infant to calm her down. Of course, with her sister’s presence suddenly gone, Abigail also began to stir, so the former assassin picked her up as well. As thus, now holding each twin in both of his arms, Stonemason realized he was again taking on the caretaker role he was trying to run from. “I guess you don’t want me to go either,” he joked, looking down at his nieces. “I-its for the best, you know,” Stonemason lied, trying to convince himself more than the kids. “I-I…” Stonemason felt another rush of emotion run through him, but this time… he simply let it come.

As tears rolled down his face, Stonemason kept his eyes locked on the two twins. “The new Pines Twins,” he recounted to make himself feel better, a small smile appearing on his face. “That’s what Stan dubbed you. I’m sure you’ll live up to that title. Better yet, you’ll surpass that title. Dipper and Mabel have prepared the path, now all you two have to do is do better than them in every category” he joked quietly. “And I have no doubt you’ll do so… as long as I’m not there to scare you.”

As if on cue, both infants looked up into their uncle’s eyes, and, yet, while he felt more tears scroll down his face, it only served to make him more sure of his plan. “I think you’d be scared,” he lied, “scared of the former assassin and his dark origins…” Stonemason then shook away his remaining doubts. “Yes, this is for the best,” he again lied as he felt Avery and Abigail drift back to sleep. Still, however, Stonemason held onto them for another minute, making sure both had fallen back to sleep and simply not wanting to let go.

“I don’t want this,” he repeated as he put them back into their crib. “I… I-I… just want you to be safe,” he said as moved away from the babies, now both fully asleep and tucked into their crib for the night. At first he wanted that to be it and leave with that. But, as Stonemason turned to the door, he stopped himself again. “You two deserve for me to actually say ‘goodbye,’ you know. Well, you deserve far more than that, but its what I can provide.”

The uncle again turned back to his nieces. He had tried to think over what a last goodbye would include but never brought himself to actually think it up. So, he took another minute in the room, trying in vain to find the words, though nothing came to mind. Instead, he again found himself thinking about life if he stayed. Just leave back to his camping site and let this life he loved so much continue. He could be their uncle. Help them grow up. Be here for their holidays, birthdays, and all in between. For the laughs and the tears, he could stay and help them. He could stay a part of the Pines Family.

“Can you imagine it?” he caught himself asking the sleeping infants. “Me staying? Maybe if you were a bit older… I know you could. Your lovable, if sometimes on edge, Uncle Stonemason. The weird Pines who was made to be an assassin…. but was so much more. I could tell you my story,” he said, feeling another wave of tears build up, “I hope it could teach you a lesson. And we would have so much fun….”

Stonemason looked over to the wall of the bedroom, noticing a framed picture of himself, Dipper, Pacifica, Steven, Mabel, and Connie from their teenage years. Slowing approaching the photograph, the once assassin quietly took it down from the wall, all while looking into his younger self’s eyes. “I made an impact,” he said at last. “I grew… your parents grew…. your family, everyone. We all grew to be better. And we all helped each other with that.” With that said, Stonemason brought himself to look at his nieces one last time. “And maybe that’s the one reason I can bring myself to leave… because I know I’ll never really be gone.”

“Whatever lessons we taught each other will be passed down to you. I’ll be there. For every adventure, every laugh, everyday… I’ll be there in spirit, pushing you both along.” And now, Stonemason fully let the latest wave of tears fall down his face. “I hope you two somehow always know your Uncle Stonemason will never leave you. I’ll be there, in spirit, making sure you grow up.”

As he placed the framed photo into his cape pocket, Stonemason took a quick glance down to Dipper and Pacifica’s room, noticing that the door was still closed, meaning they were still asleep. “I’m free to go, kids,” he said, trying his best to throw in his typical sense of humor, though it only served to inspire a small smile.

And so, as Stonemason walked out the door of the twins’ room for the final time, he said his farewell without turning to face them. “Goodbye, Avery. Goodbye, Abigail. Love every minute, learn every lesson, and know that deep down… I’ll still be here,” Stonemason said through his tears but giving himself a sad smile. “I will always be here, even if I can’t physically be so. You will always have me.”

And now, Stonemason moved to walk down the stairs. Despite what he had said, he knew and accepted it didn’t mean anything for himself. He would never see those two kids again, but as he reached the Shack door, he again wiped away the tears and accepted it. He’d always be here for the kids thanks to the lessons that would be passed down, and they would get the best of him thanks to that. Stonemason took another look back at the Shack’s rooms, replaying every memory he had of the old building that came to mind. And then, taking a deep breath, he walked through the door, left the Pines property, and snuck into the Crystal Temple. Approaching the warp pad, he let his past experiences here wash over him, creating new sets of tears and regrets. Nevertheless, he stood atop the warp pad, calibrated his arm to make sure he could use it to activate the pad’s teleport, and stole one last glance out the house’s windows to the Shack.

“I don’t belong here anymore,” he said again, embracing the lie and activating the teleport. And thus, Professor Stonemason Yellow Pines—the man who was a former assassin, a Mystery Kid/Adult, a Gem Military Brigadier, a researcher, an uncle, and so much more—disappeared from Gravity Falls.

#sumbission #submission #uf 5th year anniversary celebration #dropped it under the cut to save dash space buuuuuut #oh this hit me right in the honey nut feelios #i cant speak much to what actually does happen with stonemason by the time of mk2 #but this was still #an emotional journey #uf fan fics #not mine #mk2 #universe falls

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