"It can be difficult at times. But if you having knowledge of events that happen in future that you can't tell me is the price of loving you, then I'm willing to pay that price every day for the rest of my life."
Y/N lives an ordinary and mundane...
"Y/N, I really don't like this." Stan said as watched me pack things into my canvas back pack.
I rolled my eyes. "Stan, Teddy is at school and I am perfectly capable of going out into the forest on my own." I quipped as I attached a scabbard to my belt.
"... do you seriously have a sword?"
"A short sword!"
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"Where the hell did you get it." He scowled and crossed his arms.
"I got it at a renaissance fair on our way to Gravity Falls." I said nonchalantly.
"Really?" He asked incredulously. "I would've thought you have found it an a troll cave or something."
I raised an eyebrow. "Not everything needs to have a supernatural explanation or history, Stan."
"Eh. Fair enough."
I sigh as I focused my attention onto him. "Look... even though Ford and I researched Gravity Falls for about six or seven years, I know that there's more things out in those woods. There has to be. I intend to find out as much as I can while I'm still somewhat young." I grabbed my own journal and gently placed it into the backpack.
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Stan shook his head. "You and Ford are too much alike for your own good, you know that?"
I slung my pack over my shoulder. "The difference between my husband and I is that I know better than to mess with forces beyond my control." I grumbled as I made my way up the stairs, Stan slowly following me. I turned around to face him. "I'll be back before Teddy comes home from school." I opened the front door and jogged off into the woods, not bothering to look back behind me.
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As soon as I saw something move in front of me, I immediately crouched and took out my journal and a pen. When I peeked into my binoculars, I saw the movement from before appeared to be human, but something about them seemed... off.
