[🔶] Gravity Falls: Rewritten!

Chapter 28: Elections and Betrayals

Stan slowly blinked his eyes open, his senses. coming back. Upon waking up, he already felt lethargic and sluggish. He quickly found his voice, raspy and gravelly. "Alright Stan," he said to himself. "Another day, another random body pain. Here we go."

He grunted, using all of his strength to sit up and place his feet on his slippers— which were soaked in milk. "Ugh!" He exclaimed, feeling immediately uncomfortable. Upon retrieving his glasses on the bedside table, he noticed a sticky-note in the shape of a shooting star. He plucked it out of the surface and read the note.

Dear Stan, I need something to carry milk in so I used your slippers. Love, Mabel.

Shivers ran up his spine at the thought of his great niece trying to move a slipper of milk around the house, and on top of that his feet were still wet and sticky. Nevertheless, he heaved his weight off the bed and continued to waddle his way to the kitchen with soggy slippers, making sloppy sounds in every step.

When he arrived, he saw that the lights were off, so he went to turn it on, but the light bulb burst, indicating that it expired. Stan groaned loudly, about to call for her help. If not Soos (who he knew wasn't here at this time of day), Y/n would always fix the lights.

But before he could open his mouth, he stopped himself. Y/n is not as free as before. He doesn't really know her schedule anymore, compared to before where they pretty much had the same routine every day. She had to spend her day with someone else now.

So Stan walked over to the cabinet with a deep pout on his face. Opening it, he found a box of bulbs but when he lifted it off the shelf, it was light. He shook the box in disbelief, finding it empty except for a piece of paper. He picked up and read it closely.

Dear Stan, I took these to build a planetarium suit for Soos! Sorry! Dipper.

Stan groaned some more and crumpled the paper in his hands. Yet another inconvenience, and it hasn't even been half a day.

Not even bothering to change his clothes or freshen himself up, he headed to the grocery store, got what he needed, and waited in line at the checkout counter. Behind him, a group of teenagers came up with their items. Lee spoke up in a not-so-subtle whisper. "Whoa, let's not take this line. There's an old person in it."

Robbie scoffed, "Yeah. He's probably gonna pay with like, pennies and war bombs or something—"

"HEY!" Stan turned around to face them, having heard their comments thanks to his big ears. "For your information, I was gonna shoplift most of this!"

The cashier whipped her head towards the older man. "Security!"

Long story short, he couldn't make his escape due to an expired smoke bomb now he had to win a brawl against two officers (not that he hadn't done that before, multiple times already), and successfully come home with bruises decorating his face, but he got it! He got a box of light bulbs!

He has had a rough start to his day, but looking down at the box of lightbulbs he obtained, it's all going to be worth it. He couldn't wait until he sees the smile on their faces when he fixed it eventually—

"Woahhh!"

His hope vanished as he watched Ford install a brand new lightbulb he invented instead of him, how they began cheering for Ford and calling him a hero instead of him, how Y/n looked up at Ford like her idol instead of him.

That irked him to his core.

Ignoring the pang of his chest, he retreated to the living room. He picked up the remote and slowly sank down on the seat of his beloved chair. "Well, TV at least you appreciate me. Give me the good news."