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Gone But Still Here~Part 2

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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…”

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.

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…

oh hey its fiddleford friday

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

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.

POV: You are 0.25 seconds away from getting your neck snapped.

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