The lost twin of Gravity Falls

Chapter 3 - 21st January, 1982

Ford stumbled through his small cabin before the dawn had even begun. His feet dragged against the cold and messy wooden floors, the only light source he had was the flickering candle in his hand and the few inventions that still had power whirring around him. The wax was slowly melting onto his fingers, but it didnt bother him. Being possessed had caused him much more pain. His hair was a matted mess, at least more than it usually was as the unkempt mop that was his hair blocked his vision partially. His vision was bad as it was, the cracked glasses askew on his face and his eye slowly dripping the blood-filled tears that stained his face due to frequent possessions he had now been experiencing. Despite the cabin having been only inhabited by a single soul for months, his eyes kept darting back and forth analysing his crowded walls each second. He supposed it was just a simple reminder of how little sanity he truly had left. And it also reminded him what he had been reduced to.

The brilliant scientist from a small hometown who had broken records and expectations his whole life; now reduced to a madman recluse who lived alone in his cabin deep in the woods. Although he was never truly alone. Even after Fiddleford left, there was one voice that always remained with him. The voice also remained with Ford to. But his relationship with the voice had turned into conversing with the being behind the voice on a regular basis.

Ford went over to a part of his cabin. He had already blocked off the entrance to the portal as best he could, and he was now doing the next part of what he had been instructed. Grabbing some scissors and snipping away at the pieces of paper stuck to the walls. However, after a period of time the cutting wasnt doing things fast enough for him, and he resorted to simply ripping the pages off with his shaky, insomnia driven hands. He needed a clean canvas for what his lord had asked him to do. Granted Ford had been questioning if he actually wanted to go through with this for weeks. But he couldnt exactly change his mind when he knew his saviour would always be watching and listening. Bill was everywhere. In the bar, on the trees, in his subconscious mind. Like a bad memory he couldnt escape. Although whether Bill was more of a nightmare or a blessing in disguise was still a bag debate in his mind.

He knew that Bill had lied to him about the portal. And that stupid wreck would haunt him forever. The thing he thought would bring him fame and glory simply caused him to be an absolute fool, that portal caused him to lose most of what he had. His sanity, his friend and himself. Ford still wished he listened to Fiddleford earlier, but he couldnt go back and change the past. When he did confront Bill about the treachery that he had been apart of, Bill did admit he was the mastermind behind it. Ford swore vengeance on Bill and told him he would dismantle the portal. But what Ford hadnt expected was for Bill to agree with him. He had been preparing for Bills annoyance and he almost expected Bill to try and kill him. But instead, Bill agreed. He spoke to Ford and agreed that the portal should be dismantled as he knew Ford would do it anyway. But Bill told Ford that the portal was merely a test, and that he had to find the sharpest and loyal minds among the feeble humans to spread his word. And Ford had been chosen. Ford didnt know if it was his own stubbornness or pride, but when he heard that he felt proud of himself. He craved that validation and asked Bill to forgive him for the outburst he had earlier to which the demon agreed. And now here Ford was, up before dawn ready to fulfil his duty. But even as he started to scrawl on the wall, he did have to admit there was some doubt in his mind that he was truly chosen. But that doubt would be eradicated soon as he heard the shrill voice of the demon behind him.

"Hey Sixer! I see youre getting an early start. You always did know how to impress a demon Fordsy!"

Ford couldnt help but crack a hidden smile. To have such a level of respect from someone of the status that Bill held... it felt amazing. His whole life Ford had craved the validation he deserved and not to be regarded as just some six fingered freak. And now he finally had that. Granted the thing giving him that validation was a demonic being from another universe, but that was at the back of his thoughts. Ford continued to scrawl his message on the wall. He made sure it was in big writing, so it was clear to see.

Around 15 minutes later he was done. The message complete as he grabbed a backpack with some inventions and his crossbow. As he was just about to walk out, he stopped and saw a postcard he had prepared. He picked it up gently, he was going to write to Stan. They hadnt seen each other in years but Ford knew that Stan would have listened to the call and came to help Ford. He was going to write due to the portal, but that plan went askew... maybe he should still write. His thoughts werent right, and he could use someone to sort him out slightly if he was going to be a messenger for a god. But the demonic voice came back into his head.

"Come on Sixer! You dont need that chump. Didnt he ruin everything already? He might do it again. You cannot trust him! Now... you gonna get going?"

Ford stopped.

He sighed and put the postcard back onto the floor and opening his door as he answered back to the voice in his head.

"Of course. No distractions." He mumbled

He went out of the front door and didnt bother to lock it. He simply grabbed his things and started his long trek to the caves in the mountains where his new duties would begin.