"Don't cry" AU - Gravity falls

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Stanley POV

It has been about a month since I lost Ford to that stupid glowing triangle machine in his basement. It wouldn't be the first time I lost my brother because of one of his inventions. But I made a promise to myself that it would be the last. All this time he's been gone I've been reading the journal he threw at me trying to find a way to fix the damn thing. But I'm not a genius, and the blueprints weren't even finished! I needed help, but there's no one in this hick town I can really trust. Only reason I talk to any of these suckers is to cheat them out of their money at my "murder hut". The name is kinda wonky, I think I might change it.

I was sitting at a table, trying to decipher Ford's writing. It might as well have been in some alien language. Because I didn't understand a single thing.

KNOCK KNOCK

I looked up from my book. "Hey! The Murder hut is not open right now! Come back tomorrow!"

KNOCK KNOCK

I walked up to the door angrily. "Geez can't you guys take a hi-"

As I opened the door I saw a man all by himself. "Uh... can I help you?" He was shivering, looking around erratically like he was a deer actively being hunted but a bloodthirsty dog.

He was small, well smaller than me. His features were rounded just like the glasses sitting on top of his nose. His hair was fluffy, but also incredibly disheveled, and the eye bags under his eyes made it obvious he hasn't slept in days, maybe weeks.

"Standford I need to-" He looked up at me and paused when he took in my appearance. "You're not Stanford."

I froze. Uh oh. Who is this guy?? How does he know the real ford. This his boyfriend or something??! He's gonna blow my cover!

"Wh- what do you mean... pal? It hasn't been that long since you've seen me!" I laughed nervously.

The man in front of me harshly grabbed my hand examining it closely. I blushed at the sudden contact. "Five fingers... who are you? You look just like him."

I grunted in frustration, grabbing the man by the shirt and pulling him inside. "You're gonna blow my cover!" I pushed him up against the door, fist gripping his shirt. "What do you want buddy?! Money? Cuz I ain't got shit! I don't know how you know the real Ford but you better start talking." I held up my fist threateningly.

His face was flushed red. Not the response I was expecting. Him and Ford must have had something going on.

"W- wait! I can explain!" He flinched. "My name is Fiddleford Mcguckett. Me and Stanford were partners for a scientific study. I- I left on short notice because of something that happened. I just wanted to talk to him. Is he here?"

My expression softened at the question. "Look as far as you're concerned, you're looking at him." I explained. Loosening my grip on him setting him free.

"Please! I need to warn him about something! This might be my last chance..." His eyes looked away thoughtfully. He rubbed his shoulder and tugged at his hair nervously. I almost felt bad for the guy...

"O-ok look bud. Why don't you just have a seat." I motioned to the table I was sitting at before he knocked. "Okay..." He hesitantly sat down. I couldn't tell if he was suspicious of me or the chair. It was pretty rickety.

"You seem like you knew Ford pretty well. Can I get you some coffee or something, and we can talk about it?" I put my hands out in a passive stance.

"I... I reckon we could both benefit from that." He finally responded.

I chuckled. "Man, you and him must've been good buds huh? You talk all nerdy just like he does!"

He just tilted his head at me, a slight smile creeping out before slowly fading back away.