The Day It All Went Down

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…

Gone But Still Here~Part One

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

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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.

okay guys i promise im working on the story for the stanchez pic i promise

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.

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. 

@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.

GO GRAVITY FALLS!!!!!!!!!!!!

REHLOG IF YOU'RE STILL IN THE GRAVITY FALLS FANDOM!

((I can’t see it die! T_T ))

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

a return to the sketchy stanchez fluff comfort zone

A Fading Day~Part One

TW: Mention of su!c!de

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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…