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Gone But Still Here~Part One

Geez, I have been working on this fanfic for a while. 

Please enjoy!

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“Stan, can you…uh… come down to my lab with me?”

“Why Sixer? What d’ya need?”

“I…um… would like to do some experiments before summer ends.”

“Alright, be there in a second.”

Stan walked over to the vending machine, with his twin brother standing by it, waiting for him. As Stan and Ford went on to the elevator, Stan noticed Sixer had them going to the 2nd floor, which he had never been to. He never really knew it existed.

As they got off, Stan saw it was a huge mess. At first Ford was ok, looking at all the Bill Cipher stuff he had, but then, he got very shaky.

“You ok Sixer?”

“…”

Ford dropped down onto the floor, grasping the firm ground with all of his 12 fingers. He was trying to make himself know what’s real and what’s not. Ford started to breathe very fast. 

Stanley immediately ran to his side.

Ford grabbed Stan’s shoulders, feeling like he was still being choked by the chains and still being electrocuted by Him.

“Ford, I need you to breathe and calm down.”

“S-Stanley... H-He t-tormented me!... H-He tricked me!...”

Stan knew he was in pain. He could tell how much this yellow dorito demon scarred his brother.

“KIDS! FORD’S HAVING A PANIC ATTACK!”

Somehow, Dipper heard that, immediately told Mabel and ran down to the basement. They pressed the button to go to the second floor, and ran towards Ford when they got there.

“Grunkle Ford!”

“Great-Uncle Ford!”

Dipper and Mabel go to his sides and hug him, let go, but still keep a hand on his back.

Ford’s grip tightens on Stan’s shoulders.

Stan brings Ford’s head up so he can look at him. 

“Hey, it’s ok. He’s gone…”

“N-No… I-I f-fear he’s s-still a-alive…”

Alright, I didn’t want it to come to this, but it needs to happen.

Stan slowly puts his arms around Ford.

“Sixer, it’s ok. Even if he’s not dead, we have your back.”

Ford grasps Stan as tears are streaming down his face. He felt lightheaded, as if he was going to pass out.

“...I-It’s not that S-Stan…”

Then, everything goes black.

The Day It All Went Down-Part Three

I know y'all want this, so here it is.

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Ford sat on Stan’s bed as he wrapped bandages all along his arms. 

“Stan… why would you do that to yourself?...”

“....L-Look, Sixer. I-I’m an awful p-person… I-I’m a worthless, selfish, liar, screw up and failure…”

“Stanley, no matter how many crimes, bad things, or anything you’ve done, you will always be an amazing person to me. No matter what.”

“T-then why did you t-try to strangle m-me?!”

“…”

“Why?!?! Just tell me already!!!”

“Listen Stanley, I have to talk to you about something.”

“What, how you’re sOrRy and dIdNt MeAn To?!?”

“I-I…”

“Yeah, I thought so.”

“I-I’ll tell you in the morning if you're going to try and mock me.”

“Fine, Pointdexter.”

The next morning Stan and Ford meet in the living room. “Sit down, Stanley. I need to talk to you about… someone…”

“Alright, who? Did they hurt you?” If someone hurts Ford, I’ll smash their head on a rock till I can see their skull…

Little did Stan know, Ford heard that. Ford discovered an invention that could make it so you could hear their thoughts. You just had to wear the matching hearing aid. So, that’s what Ford did. 

“So, uhm… This is kind of hard to explain.”

“Just tell me Sixer.” Stan mumbles as he covers the bruise marks from the night before.

“There is a demon, who I worked with before. His name is Bill Cipher. He helped me create the portal. Bill said that the reason Gravity Falls was so weird was because it came from another dimension. He tricked me with his flattery, and boy, he was even a better liar and scam artist than you, Stanley.”

Stan stood in shock of what his brother had said. 

 A demon? Wait, I remember seeing in Pointdexter’s 3rd journal a demon that he said to not summon at all costs… I guess he learned not to do that the hard way… 

“Did he ever hurt you?” Stan asked, cracking his knuckles. 

”No, not physically. Only mentally. I’m just worried about this rift.” Ford answers, holding the rift up. 

“But, the thing is, Bill can possess people. That’s why I… I did what I did. I thought you were Bill and purposely smashed the rift.”

Stan looked confused but kind of relieved at the same time.

What? I mean, I now know why Ford did that but… how could he not tell it was me? Why did he think I was Bill?

Stanford answered right away. “The reason why I didn’t see it was really you at first, is because when Bill possesses someone, only the pupils change. They become long, and sharp like a dagger, instead of small and round.”

“How did you know I was just gonna ask you that?”

“That’s a secret.”

“Hey, uh… Sixer?”

“Yes, Stan?

“This is kind of off topic, but… I-I just owe you an apology… For everything, especially the science fair incident…”

“I-I…”

Stan slowly walks over to Ford and wraps his arms around him. 

“I’m sorry, Sixer… -I thought you were trying to get away from me…  And I couldn’t live without you… So…”

Ford puts on a small smile and hugs Stan back. 

“It’s ok, Stanley. I accept your apology.”

A small tear then runs down Stan’s face.

Mabel peeks her head in the doorway of the living room.

“Dipper! C’mere! Grunkle Ford and Grunkle Stan are finally hugging it out!”

Dipper runs down the stairs frantically with a camera in his hands.

Ford and Stan pretend like it’s not happening.

“Thank you…”

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Geez, this took a while! Idk when I started this, but I just wanted to say that this was inspired by the amazing and talented @saddle-up-dipper, and they are awesome! Check them out, and I'll see y'all later!

oh hey its fiddleford friday

A Fading Day~Part One

TW: Mention of su!c!de

Oh my god this took a long time! Anyways, enjoy!~

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“Thank you?! You really think I'm gonna thank you after what you did 30 years ago?!?!”

Stan awoke with a start.

Just a dream…

Calm down, Stan.

Calm down.

He looked over at his clock, and in bright green letters it read 6:28 AM.

Welp, seems like a good time as ever to get up.

Stan sat up from his bed, feeling a little nauseous. He brushed it off, walked over to the closet, and put on his normal clothes. A gray t-shirt, blue pants, red beanie, and headed to the kitchen

Stan walked into the kitchen, seeing Ford at the table drinking coffee and looking at maps. 

“Mornin’, Pointdexter.”

“Why must you always call me that? Just because I like reading, doesn’t mean I'm some kind of nerd!”

“Woah, geez, calm down Sixer. It’s just a nickname.”

“Well I don’t like it, Lee.”

“I’ve told you not to call me that…”

“Well, if you stop calling me Pointdexter, then I won’t call you Lee.”

“Fine…”

Stan didn’t have a good feeling about today. This morning when he woke up, he felt worse than usual.

But Stan being Stan, he decided to brush it off.

He grabs a mug from the cabinet, and notices there’s no more coffee in the coffee pot.

“Ford, did you drink all the coffee?”

“Yes, we don’t have any more left.”

Stan sighs, and walks over to the table to sit down.

“What’s the route for today?”

“I haven’t finished it yet, be patient.”

Stan, being bored, decided he was going to take a walk on the boardwalk, maybe down to the beach. He headed towards the door when Ford stopped him.

“Woah, woah, woah, where are you going?”

“I’m gonna take a walk on the beach, stop being so protective.”

“I’m not trying to be protective, I just want you to let me know next time! Don’t just leave the boat!”

“Alright, alright, geez, I get it.”

Stan takes just one step off the boat when he hears Ford call back:

“Actually, come back in. I’m almost done with the plans, it’ll probably only take 10 minutes for me to finish them.”

“Ugh. Ford, can I take a 10 minute walk then?”

“No, it’ll be quick. Come back on the boat.”

“Sixer, can I not spend a second off this boat without you telling me to come back?!? I wanna be alone! I want privacy for once!!”

“I’m just asking you to get back on the boat!”

“No! I’m not going to! Now leave me be, I'm going to take a walk.”

“You know what? Fine! I didn’t care about it anyway. But I guess YOU don’t care about the line ‘wherever we go, we go together’!!”

Stan whipped his head around, shocked by what his brother had said.

“W-what? I-I do care about it! We- just-...”

“Do me a favor Stan… Don’t talk to me for a while…”

The rest of the day felt silent.

Stan avoided going to the boat at all costs, only going there for snacks and others.

He hated everything he had done, and he wished this day never happened. Stan sat on the beach, crying, wondering why he was alive and realized what a jerk he was and saw why Sixer would never say thank you.

Dad was right about me all along.

I thought he was being mean, but now I see that I am really a screw up.

I’m an awful person…

I wish I could d!e…

Maybe then Ford would like me…

YES FINALLY

ngl i know its 2023 but i am still a stanchez truther

Painfully Dreaming

Part One

“Ford? Are you awake?” Stan said, shaking Ford while he was sleeping. Ford slowly opened his eyes to see his brother sitting right next to him, looking at his face worriedly. As Ford tried to mumble something, he felt a sharp, brutal pain in his side. It felt like he was being stabbed. “Easy Sixer.” Stan sighed. “You don’t want to move around too much.”. Ford tried to lift up the blanket to look at his wound, but it was just oh, so cold. “Here, Drink this. It’ll help.” Stan insisted. Ford grabbed the cup and sipped a little at a time. Hot cocoa, Ford thought, so he didn’t forget. 

When Ford and Stan were younger and their parents weren’t home, they would always make hot cocoa. Whether it was by heating up chocolate milk, or making it from packets, they would make it, sit on the couch and make up spooky stories to tell to each other.

“I’ll leave you be for now. You should get some rest.” Ford reached his hand out as Stan started to get up. “It’s ok Sixer. I’ll be back after you take a nap.” Ford sighed. Well, I should probably get some sleep. Maybe when I wake up the pain won’t be as bad. Ford drifted off to sleep about 10 minutes later, because of the exhaustion of the day before. Stan and Ford were out monster hunting in a lake that apparently had a monster in it. Ford saw a shadow in the water and shielded Stan so he wouldn’t get hurt. 

Ford was in a dream. The same field as before, and the same things as before. Ford didn’t worry about it and thought he was just having the same dream as before. But… Bill was there. And he acted differently. “You can’t get rid of me that easy Sixer…” He thought he heard Bill say. Bill suddenly appeared in his face. “Stanford! You really thought I was gone, didnt you?”. Impossible… Ford thought. 

Gone But Still Here~Part 2

qljsdnvlajks it’s done 

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Sixer? No… nonono… Ford wake up…. C’mon, wake up!...

Ford peeks open his eyes just a crack to see him in a different room, his twin brother looking down at him, and 2 12-year olds talking to each other.

“Ford? Can you hear me?” Stan waves a hand in front of Ford’s face, but he barely notices it.

“S-Stanley…?”

“Yes! Yes, it’s me! Are you ok??”

“I-I don’t know…”

“Ford… I know you are worried but…”

Stan wraps his arms around Ford once more.

“We got you. We’ll protect you from him.”

“S-Stan… What happened?...”

“You had a panic attack and passed out. We took you upstairs to wait for you to wake up.”

Ford sits up and scooches away from Stan quietly mumbles a “Thank you.”

“Do you need or want anything, Ford?”

“No… I’m ok…”

“Kids, could you go up to your room?”

“Sure, Grunkle Stan.”

Stan watches as the two twins head up the stairs mumbling and whispering to each other.

“Ford, I know when somethings wrong. Just tell me what it is. Please.”

“W-well…”

“Sixer, I know I haven’t been the greatest brother, but I care about you. Please, tell me so I can help you.”

Ford hesitates, but eventually mumbles a “A-Alright…”

Stan smiles back at his brother and lets him speak.

“I-I’m scared that Bill i-is still alive in your mind, and he’s gonna possess you and trick me again…”

Stan shakes his head and chuckles at the silly fear Ford developed. 

“Sixer, it’s fine-”

“C-Can you not call me that?”

“Why?”

“B-Bill called me that all the time.”

“Alright Ford.” 

Stan grabs Ford’s wrist and helps him stand up. They stand there awkwardly for a second, until Ford walks up and hugs Stan. Stan smiles and hugs him back. Ford’s grip tightens and he buries his head in Stan’s shoulder.

“Thank you…”

just kidding imma go make a fic ab this pic by @spinetrick instead