I Care

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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…”

The Day It All Went Down

Hi! I spent a while on this, so please enjoy!

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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.

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

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

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

((I can’t see it die! T_T ))

Originally posted by gaygemgoddess

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

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.

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