{This is my own art!}
Stanford's POV
//Flashback//
The rain beat down on my face. I was sitting on the swing set outside of my school, with the other swing next to me, empty. Stanley sat down next on it. I rubbed my bruised face from where that kid hit me. "Hey, are you okay?" Stanley finally asked me gently. "No," I replied, close to tears. I pushed up my square-framed glasses that were sliding down my face, and turned to look at my twin. He was looking down at the ground while rocking softly on the swing. "Man, I wish he would just leave you alone," he whispered. I sighed. "Me too..."
//Time Skip// [One year later]
Stanley pulled out his 'theory' notebook, and scribbled something on it. "We're close to something, Ford, I can feel it," he said excitedly. I rolled my eyes. My twin always got excited when we where solving mysteries. My eyes glanced around the woods clearing we were standing in, and spotted something. "Lee, look!" I pointed to a shiny object lying underneath some leaves about three yards away. My brother ran up to the object, and picked it up. "It's another peice!" Stanley shouted. Suddenly I had a realization. We had found parts of a machine laying in the clearing, but they were unfamiliar and unlike anything we had seen before. What if those parts were part of... A UFO?! I quickly rethought my theory. No, that was impossible. Besides, if I enlightened my brother on the idea, he wouldn't let it go until he found a way to prove it, which most of the time was never. I wasn't the type to yell out whatever was on my mind. I thought of consequences, except for that time when... No. I closed my eyes and squinted at the part, trying to think of a place I'd seen it, so I could prove my own theory wrong.
"Stanley! Stanford! Dinner!"
Time to go.
//Time Skip// [Seventeen years later]
"Fiddleford!" My brother shouted from the basement. I rolled my eyes. Stanley was working on his so-called journals with Fiddleford, Gravity Falls' best inventor. The two had become close friends, and were working on a 'machine' they believed could benefit all of mankind. I heard fast footsteps coming up the basement stairs, and a traumatized Fiddleford burst through. He headed for the door. "Hey, where are you going, Fidd?" He clutched his head. "I quit," he told me. "This is too much for me."
"What happened?"
"See for yourself."
Ah, I just wanted to publish this chapter already, so I made it kind of short. The next part of the chapter will be coming out soon!
