Drabble inspired by @daidz-art’s Evil!Ford AU (I’ve also seen it called the One of Us AU? Or maybe that’s a different yet similar AU? Anyway, you get the gist.) I imagine Ford would still be interested in taking Dipper as an apprentice. Emphasis on taking.
Stanford didn’t expect him to cry.
The boy didn’t understand, that much was clear. And Stanford didn’t expect him to. After all, he was young and foolhardy and stupid, like he had been as a young man those 30 years ago. When right and wrong seemed as clearly divided as the shoreline viewed from his childhood window. But he was older now. Wiser. He understood things the boy could not. That morality was more like the wet sand where the waves pounded against the beach, always moving and changing, unsure if it were land or sea. Yes, Mason was only a child. He couldn’t be expected to comprehend the nuances of their new reality.
Still, Stanford was startled when he cried.
“Pl-please, Grunkle Ford…” Mason pleaded, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. “I—I know this isn’t you! Bill—he’s making you do this!”
Stanford tightened his grip around the boy’s arm and pulled him along. He truly had wanted to take his nephew on as an apprentice. Dipper—Mason—he was a spitting image did himself at that age. Intelligent, ambitious, insatiably curious.
Held back by those that were supposed to support him.
He needed someone to invest in his talents. That didn’t change now that Stanford had aligned with Bill. In fact, he now had more to offer Mason. Not just knowledge. But power.
He would understand one day. He would understand why his uncle had to tie his wrists together with unbreakable blue chains when he resisted.
This was for his own good. This was for everyone’s good.
“I assure you, my boy, I am very much myself. And with time, you’ll thank me for what I’m giving you. Something I could have only dreamed of at your age.”
“I—I don’t want anything you—anything BILL has to give me! Let go of me!” Mason wrenched back against him, voice wavering with sobs. “Please, I have to get to Mabel!”
Stanford frowned. “No. You’re coming with me, and that’s final.”
“NO!” Mason bawled hysterically, shoving against Stanford’s chest. “I WON’T GO! YOU’RE—YOU’RE A TRAITOR!!!” The pain in the boy’s cries nearly touched Stanford. He WAS just a child, after all. He was frightened. He wanted his twin. Stanford understood that. But he has to rise above those…. mortal desires, just as his uncle had.
He was about to become something so much more.
“MASON.” Stanford said fiercely, taking hold of the boy’s arms and giving him one quick shake. The protests fell to silence, Mason’s bleary eyes staring back at him, wide and terrified.
“I know you don’t understand yet. But soon… soon you’ll see.”
In spite of himself, Stanford felt a grin spread across his face.
“I will MAKE you see.”
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