Fiddleford was cooking breakfast with the food they had left in the fridge when Mabel tugged on his sleeve.
"Grunkle Fidd?"
He looked down to see his grandniece, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Yes, Mabel?"
"How did you meet Grunkle Stan?"
As if on cue, Stanley walked in. It looked like he had just woken up from a particularly bad nap.
"Good morning, dear. Breakfast is almost ready, so why don't you sit down?"
Fidd smiled, turning off the stove. Stanley just kissed him on the forehead without saying another word and sat down by the dining table with Dipper, who was still reading that journal.
It's like all his grouchiness disappeared when it came to Fiddleford.
"Now, where were we?"
Fidd smiled, sliding the eggs onto the plates.
"You were about to tell me how you met Grunkle Stan!"
She beamed.
"Ah. Right. Let's see... if my memory serves me right, it all started in the winter..."
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Fiddleford was nervous. Why?
He was visiting Stanford. After months of no contact, months after that project.
He had to apologize.
He stilled his nerves and knocked on the door.
But the one on the other side wasn't Stanford at all. This guy had a mullet and no glasses... who was he?
"I'm here to see Stanford Pines. Is he here?"
He asked. The fake nodded.
"That's me, haha... who were you again?"
"It's me, Fiddleford. I just wanted to apologize, I didn't mean to - but that portal is dangerous-"
"No, no, it's fine!"
With that tone alone, he knew it wasn't Stanford. So, he drew a gun at him. How romantic
"Woah, woah! Put the gun down!"
"Who are you?! What did you do to Stanford?!"
Fiddleford exclaimed, pointing the gun directly at his chest.
("Grunkle Fidd! You tried to kill Grunkle Stan?" "I panicked, okay? What else was I supposed to do?")
The stranger raised his hands in surrender.
"Fine- fine! I'm not Stanford, happy? I'm his brother. "
"He never mentioned a brother,"
"He doesn't mention a lot of things,"
The guy mumbled under his breath. Unfortunately, Fiddleford heard him.
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☆ - fiddlestan
Fanfictionfiddleford visits stanford but is instead met with his estranged twin brother who claims to be him. years later, he retells that same story to his grandnieces. (one-shot) (credits to _fridgrave on Twitter for the cover art)
