Drew Mabel For Maybel (get It?)

A Fading Day~ Part Three

I am totally obsessed with this story, so please enjoy! I worked very hard on this!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stan slowly opened his eyes to see Ford, out of all people.“S-Stanley? A-Are you ok!?”

“Sixer?… A-aren’t you mad at me…?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Remember? Y-You said you didn’t want me to go off the boat but I went anyway and you said I didn’t care about ‘wherever we go we go together’...”

“That never happened, Stan… You've been out for a week…”Ford wraps his arms around Stan.“I thought you died on me…” Sixer whispers.

Stan smiles and hugs Ford back.“Well, I'm still here aren’t I?”

Dipper and Mabel run into the hospital room.“Grunkle Stan!”

“Are you ok?!?!”

“Heh, I think kiddos.”

Stan sits up and hugs Dipper and Mabel.“What happened?” asks a curious Dipper.“I don’t know. I was doing research when I walked into our room and saw Stan had passed out on the floor.”

“Was he holding anything?”

“...Yes… I’d rather not say what it was…”

Stan tries to remember something before he passed out. Then, he knows.“Hey kiddos, can I talk to Ford for a minute?” Stan asks as he ruffles Dipper’s hair.

 “Sure, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel responds in a cheery voice. Dipper and Mabel proceed to walk out of the room, Stan’s eyes waiting for the door to click closed.As they leave, Stan sighs and asks Ford in a worried voice, “That really happened, didn’t it?”

Ford shivers as a small tear runs down his face.“I-It did…”

“Why did you deny it then?”

“I-I hate knowing I caused you this and I wanted you to think it never happened…”

“Hey, look, for what it’s worth, I'm sorry, ok?” Stan opens his arms up and slaps a small smile across his face.

Ford practically leaps towards Stan and squeezes him so tight Stan felt he might as well burst like a balloon! While doing this, Stan looks at his arms and sees scars from it. More than before. 

Then, a tall, skinny figure knocks on the door. “Come in!” Stan yells while Ford sits back on one of the chairs by Stan.

Rick Sanchez runs over to Stanley and hugs him. “L-Lee!” Rick ruffles Stan’s hair. “Hey babe. You comin’ was kinda unexpected.” Stan rolls his eyes, as his boyfriend was never this sappy. “A-Are you kidding m-me?!? Why wouldn’t I come?!? Plus-Plus, why w-ould y-you f-fucking do that-that to y-y-yourself!?!” Rick yells, but then starts to whisper. “I was- I was worried as h-hell about you.”. 

All this is happening while Ford is sitting there with his arms crossed, grumbling and still mad about Rick Sanchez being Stan’s boyfriend. Rick kisses Stan, and sits down on the hospital bed with him. That’s when he sees Ford.

“Hey-Hey Sixer.”

Ford grumbles, but still knows he needs to be polite. “Hello, Rick.”

Then, Dipper and Mabel open the door, and walk back into the room. “Uh, Grunkle Stan? Who’s that?” Dipper asks, sitting down next to Ford, while Mabel goes to him and tries touching Rick’s hair, but he swats her hand away. “Uh, he-he’s a-” Rick stops him and answers instead. “I-I’m his boy-boyfriend, kid.”. Dipper and Mabel freeze and keep looking at Stan then Rick. They look back and forth until Stan starts coughing. 

“Stan, are you-” Ford gets cut off by Rick asking, “Hey-Hey, you ok L-Lee?”. “Yeah, *cough* I’m-I’m fine.” Stan responds, trying to act like he’s not burning up and it feels like he’s being stabbed. “Do you want me to call the nurse in, Stanley?” Ford asks worriedly.

“*cough* I… *cough* can’t… *cough* breath…*cough*” Rick’s hand slams on the button to call the nurse. He did it before Ford could even bring his hand up to press it. The nurse comes in and sees Stan coughing. She immediately starts helping. 

Ford is holding one of Stan’s hands and Rick is holding the other. Stan looks over at Rick and Ford. He smiles at them, and he’ll never admit it, but Rick is afraid it’s the last time he’ll ever see his wonderful smile.

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!

i am going to cry because of this.

Its amazing because of the perfect amount of angst, fiddauthor and Stan and Ford bonding.

More sad Ford

Dont know what’s wrong with me, but you can’t stop me

oh hey its fiddleford friday

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.

@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.

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

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…

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?”