POV: You Are 0.25 Seconds Away From Getting Your Neck Snapped.

A Fading Day~Part 2

TW: Su!c!de, self harm

Sorry this is short!

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Stan slowly walked back to the boat, wiping the tears from his eyes as he walked.

When he walked on, he felt he didn’t belong there. 

Stan didn’t want to be here.

He slowly walked over to his room, trying to not make any noise while going past the study. When he got there, he closed the door silently.

Then, Stan grabbed a pocket knife out of his drawer.

He made a small incision on his arm. 

And another.

And another.

And another.

After a couple minutes, his arm was covered in blood.

Finally, he felt some sort of happiness. He liked the pain.

He fell down onto the floor, smiled and in a hoarse voice, he whispered: “Do you like me now, Sixer?...”

Then, everything went black.

too easy to do

@overheard-at-the-mystery-shack

If you can’t read it (sorry for that!), here is the comic

Ford: On a scale from 1-10, how would you rate your emotional pain?

Dipper: Pi.

Dipper: Low-scale but never-ending.

Ford:

Ford, thinking: Is he okay?

No, he is not Ford.

i might make a fic about this pic. I just mighttttttttt.

a return to the sketchy stanchez fluff comfort zone

drew Mabel for Maybel (get it?)

I Care

Part One

Honestly, I think this story is a masterpiece, so please enjoy!

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Ford was doing research in the study of the Stan O’ War II, when he realizes that the boat was quiet. Too quiet. Ford sat up, put down his plans and pencil, and headed to their shared room. 

“Stanley?”

No answer. 

He looks around, then notices a note on the bottom bunk of their bed.

He sat down on Stan’s bed, surprised, because Stan almost never did things like this. He preferred to not leave notes because it made him feel “babyish” that he couldn't say it to whoever's face. Ford notices droplets on the paper, as if he was sniffling and crying. It almost makes it feel like Ford caused this…

No, you didn’t. You do good things, you don’t make Stan upset. 

You are fine. This is fine.

Ford focuses his gaze down to read the note.

“Dear Sixer, I’m sorry I can’t say this to your face but… Last night I had a nightmare…”

A wave of guilt swept over Ford.

That day, they had gotten into an argument. Stan wanted to buy some things for Ford, and they argued in the store. Ford and Stan were kicked out of the store, and Stan apologized a bunch, but Ford was still mad.

”In the nightmare, I screwed a bunch of stuff up, and… you said you never wanted to talk to me again… and told me to stay out of your life…”

No… Nononono… Stanley I’m sorry…

“I’m not on the boat anywhere. You can try and find me, and… I’d enjoy your company… Better than talkin’ to the seagulls..”

The day before, Stan and Ford decided to go to Glass Shard, New Jersey, to revisit their favorite places in the world. 

Then Ford knew where Stan was.

He ran off the ship, note gripped in his six-fingered hand.

I’m coming, Stanley…

PLEASE

POST THIS MAN OR HE WILL NOT SHOW UP AT THE FOOT OF YOUR BED AT 3AM!!!!

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. 

“What’s better than one Grunkle managing the Mystery Shack? TWO GRUNKLES managing the Mystery Shack!”

The past few weeks have been confusing for me, to say the least. I’ve never had so many things that I wanted to draw at the same time, so I’m literally trying to dump them all out in the form of silly drawings.

This is one of them! I was hoping this happened at one point, but that’s ok. We got an even better ending. :’)