St4nch3z-f00l - Gravity Falls Stories

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…

Painfully Dreaming- Part Two

Bill pushed Ford to the ground and wrapped chains around his arms, legs, torso and neck, cutting off his precious airway. Bill floated down and laid down next to Ford. Ford couldn’t breathe. “You tried to kill me, so I'm going to kill you… It's only fair..”. He started to run out of air. What seemed like his last words were “Help me Stanley…” 

Suddenly, Ford woke up. 

“Stan…” Ford mumbled in his raspy voice. Stan rushed into the room and sat by Ford’s side. “You ok, Sixer?” Stan asked as he walked into the room. Ford pulled down his turtleneck and suddenly Stan saw it. Bruises. Bruises on Ford’s neck. From. The. Chains.

“Did he-” 

“Y-yeah…”

Stan looked furious. He looked like he wanted to scream. “Why that little-” 

“Stan, calm down. I-I don’t know how he’s alive, but we need to not worry a-about it. T-thinking about him is going to attract him m-more.”. Stan sighed. “Fine. But I don’t want him going near you, even in dreams.” “They're more like nightmares.” Ford chuckled, then sighed. He still had that same pain in his side, only it felt worse. “Is it starting to feel better Sixer?” Stan asked.

“N-not really… it almost hurts more actually…”

Stan sighed. He got up, and left the room. Ford laid in bed, wondering how Bill was still alive. He knew he wasn’t supposed to think about him, but he couldn’t help it. He turned towards the wall and sighed once again. Stan came back a couple minutes later with a bag of ice in one hand, and some food in the other. Stan set the food on the nightstand next to Ford, while he gave him the ice pack. Ford laid on his back, and he saw him. He was right there. Bill.

 “AH!” Ford screamed. Stan looked around the room but saw nothing. Ford peeked his head out and saw he was gone. “What happened, Sixer? Didja see something?” Stan asked, with a worried look on his face. 

“I-I could've sworn I saw h-him again...” 

“...”

Ford tried to sit up, but couldn’t. Stan grabbed both of Ford’s hands and helped him get up. “Stan… I-I don’t know how he’s alive…”. “That’s ok Sixer. Even if you are the smartest person I know, you don’t have to have the answer to everything.” Ford smiled back at Stan. “Here, I got you some jelly beans. I thought you would like them.”

“T-Thanks, Stan…”

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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The Day It All Went Down

Part Two

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Stan sat on his bed, crying like a baby, as he would call it. 

One goddamn mistake cost me my future and my brother…

It’s been 30 years and he’s still mad, even after I saved him from the stupid portal…

He then notices the knife on his desk from earlier that day. He sees it and quickly backs away from his bed. 

The trunk… the trunk of that car… 

When that happened, Stan had been stabbed 

I-don’t-know-how-many times, and he was in so much pain. It was almost impossible to get out of the trunk, but he managed to do it, somehow. 

He grabbed the knife off his desk and sunk to the ground. He looked at it, its metal shining in the moonlight from the small window in his room.

Then he remembered an incident from when he and Ford were kids. 

“Stanley!  Fordsie! Come out, don’t be shy. I don’t bite…” 

No… no… nonononono!... Stan dropped the knife. 

Stan and Ford lived in the city as a kid, so it was decently dangerous. One day when Ford and Stan were working on the Stan O’ War, a strange man came out of the shadows and scooped them up. He told them to be quiet or else he would stab one of them. Stan and Ford both knew they couldn’t live without each other, so they kept quiet.

 He took them to an abandoned warehouse, which had guns, knives and other weaponry. The man tied them up so they couldn’t escape. 

Stan somehow managed to grab a small knife out of a box behind him and cut the ropes to save him and Ford, but the guy went looking for them. Stan and Ford had hidden in a closet by the door, and when the man wasn’t looking, they escaped. 

They both were scarred by that experience though. 

“Stan? May I come in? I-I wanna talk to you about something… I-I mean someone….”

No…no…

He picked the knife up once again. He looked at it, and made a small incision on his arm. Then another. And another. And another. The pain felt good. 

“Stanley? Please answer me…”

“...”

Stan just made more and more incisions as the blood bled on to the floor to the sides next to him.

“Stan.”

“no…” Stan whispered in a hoarse voice.

“Stan, you haven’t locked the door so I'm coming in.”

As Ford opened the door, he stood in shock as he saw what his brother had done to himself. 

“...S-Stanley?”

The Day It All Went Down

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“WHAT THE F@#K, STAN?!?”

“What? Look, I'm sorry I crushed your snow globe thingy, ok?”

“STAN, YOU JUST CAUSED THE END OF THE WORLD!!”

“...what? It was just a sn-” 

The basement floor was cold, and as Stan stood in shock, a half-asleep Ford was screaming louder and louder as if he was their father. “Sixer, I'm sor-“ Ford stormed over to Stan and put his hands on his shoulder, and rammed Stan into the wall.

 “JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE!! YOU'RE ALWAYS SORRY!!”.

Pain striked through Stan's lower body and neck.

 Twelve fingers dug deep into Stan’s neck. “Ford- I can’t-“ Stan’s eyes started to wallow with tears with the dust and crap in the basement getting in his eyes. 

It was causing allergies and stuff.

Ford only dug his fingers deeper. Using his strength, he lifted Stan off the ground. Stan’s vision started to get blurry. He saw black spots, which began to get bigger and bigger. Sometimes they were gray, even green. 

Ford looked into Stan’s eyes, mainly into his pupils. He realizes it was really Stan, not who he thought it was. 

Ford drops him and immediately starts apologizing. “Stan- I-I…” He sees it wasn’t the rift he shattered. It was just a snowglobe of the Mystery Shack.

Stan coughs as he hits the ground and starts gasping for air. Ford stays silent. Tears are streaming down Stan’s face like a waterfall. 

Dammit, that hurt like hell.

He pushes himself to his feet and makes a run for the elevator, trying to make it seem that the room was still spinning and it still kinda felt like he was being choked. 

Ford doesn’t follow him.

sorry i haven’t posted much, school apparently doesn’t like me having a social life.

I Care

Part One

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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…