Once in A Millennium Stanford Pines X Reader

Red Eye

Ford's POV- Sunday, 3:24 am
Ford stared at the mountain of worksheets he just completed. They were all neatly stacked by subject, and were ready to be turned in. He knew he'd pass each of them with flying colors, but part of him didn't want to be finished yet. He let his mind wander to the events a couple hours earlier.

Y/N looked at him fearfully, not wanting to be vulnerable to another attack. They didn't deserve this, all they wanted to do was help. He was determined, determined to help them feel better. The small act of kindness from the coffee shop touched his heart, and their passion during the concert set it aflame. He wasn't going to hurt them. As gently as he could muster, he assured them,
"I am not going to hurt you, I promise, I just want to help."

I should've come up to her in the lobby Ford thought to himself. Then maybe none of that would've happened to her. There was nothing that could be done about it now though. Pure luck saved them, if he hadn't been there, who knows what would've happened to them. Thankfully, he was there before anything too bad had happened. Thankfully, the cloud had some silver lining, as they were going to meet for lunch the next day. The anticipation made his heart skip.

Maybe that's why the work still lay out on the desk. Sure, putting away the work would allow him to sleep sounder, but sleep was already out of the question. It wasn't often that he was invited out. At college, it was always only him and his roommate Fiddleford.
Ford hadn't really had many friends growing up. He was always regarded as a loser, a freak. He looked down at his hands, six fingers on each hand.  How could anyone befriend a freak? He balled his hands tightly, no, this wasn't high school. He wasn't going to run away this time, he was sick of missing out. Still, his thoughts returned to his interaction with
Y/N. Perhaps it was the fact he was wearing gloves that hid his deformity. Tomorrow, he was determined not to hide it away. If they were to become friends, it would be wrong to hide it longer.
"Ford you really gotta go to bed. This is the third all nighter you've pulled in a row." Fiddleford slumped disapprovingly at his roommates door frame.
"Okay, okay fine." He shuffled his folders and put them neatly into a pile, "I guess a little shut eye I never hurt anyone."
"With your current sleep schedule,  you need a little bit more than just a wink of sleep."
Fiddleford gave him a well deserved eye roll and returned to his room. Ford begrudgingly laid down in his bed. His mind refused to turn off. He felt at his nightstand, and grabbed his 38 sided die.
His six fingers allowed him to learn dice tricks much easier than the average person. The dice moved effortlessly between his fingers. Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons allowed him to escape into a fantasy world. One where his deformity was considered normal, and sometimes even an advantage. He fiddled with the dice for a while, before succumbing to sleep.

"Cmon on Poindexter, you're nerdy anomaly detector is going bananas"
Ford's eyes shot open. His brother stood above him, a mischievous grin on his face. Ford looked around, realizing he was on a cot. The room seemed to sway back-and-forth, that's when he realized,
He was on a boat. Stan punched his shoulder, breaking his train of thought,
" You ever get out of bed sleeping beauty?
Sitting up, he laughed,
"Of course I am you knucklehead! Last one to the deck has to retie the ropes! " the men raced towards the ladder, Stan narrowly beating out his brother, and they ascended towards to deck. It was precisely how the boys imagined it, two triangular flags attached to the mast, a wooden wheel to help guide boat in the direction they chose.
Ford looked to the right of the steering wheel, where the detector was. It was indeed going off, pointing starboard side. He reached for the wheel when Stan interrupted him,
"No way am I letting you steer, I won, remember?" Stan rustled Ford's hair.
With a groan, Ford, effortlessly, replaced the old frayed rope with new, much stronger ones. It was a wonderful feeling, being out on the ocean, sailing away.
Suddenly, the boat went uncharacteristically still. Ford looked over the edge to see some movement beneath the water,
"Stan!! Come over here and look at this!" Stan hurried over to Ford's side and peered into the water. Hundreds of tiny lights began to dance around under the water. The brothers looked at each other with amazement, and awe. Ford pulled out a book and began to sketch the creatures when one popped up out of the water, onto the deck of the shift.
The creature itself was a small, silver fish with glowing scales all around it. Stan instantly crouched down and grabbed it,
"Be careful Stanley!!" Ford cautioned, " we don't know what it is, or what it could do. Put it in the barrel, I think there's still some sea water from the storm earlier." Stan dropped it in there, and returned to his brother,
" Whatcha drawing there Sixer?" Stan peered over Ford's shoulder, entranced by the drawing,
"This is incredible! We've seen tons of fish out here, but these seem to form actual coherent shapes! Look!"
Returning his gaze to the fish, Stan saw that they seem to form a symbol. It was quite familiar, the brothers dad had owned a Fez with the exact one. That could've been a coincidence, but nonetheless, it was interesting.
" Well, you're the resident nerd, so I'll leave you to the weird fish. I'll let the anchor down, so you have a bit more time" Stan turned around, hoisting the large anchor overboard.
"Hey Stanley," Ford turned to his brother smiling,
" Ugh, don't get all mushy on me now." Ford step towards him, and threw his arms around him,
" This year has truly been one of the best, and I have you to thank for that."
"Ugh, talk about an awkward sibling hug." Stan turned around, gazing into the sea, " you know this isn't real, right? You always wake up, and you still never call."
Ford turned around, facing opposite of his brother on the other side of the boat. The air was sick with silence, neither one of them dared to break it.
Maybe this time, things would end differently

That never did seem to happen.

Hey! Cara here, decided to do a little short Ford POV for funsies!! he just can't seem to get enough sleep ha ha. AnyWho, it's finally Christmas Break so I'm gonna be updating a lot more!! I have a couple chapters already in the works, so it should be a lot quicker!