Stanford Pines let out a deep sigh, leaning back in his chair. It was night yet again, darker with no moon in sight. His shared study with Fiddleford was dimly lit, his lab partner nowhere to be seen. He had retired to bed earlier, complaining about a headache.
Sigh. And he thought Ford was the more stressed one. All of this gave him a headache. And a strange sense of deja'vu.
The unfinished blueprints for the portal lay on his desk, scattered all over in messy piles. Half-finished plans from McGucket's newest passion project. His familiar, messy scrawl and partially completed sketches for possible designs.
Stanford had taken it upon himself to try and complete these plans, but with the pounding in his head increasing by the minute, that seemed...impossible. If only.... no. Bill won't help him. He said to stop anyone trying to destroy reality, not get sidetracked by some portal! Besides, Bill did say "Trust no one."
Still, the idea was tempting. The pain from his headache had only amplified, making his thoughts blurry and rendering him useless. Yes, it was definitely time to turn in for the night. He glanced over to his wristwatch. One thirty in the morning...yep, sleep was imminent.
Before he could even get up and leave, he slumped onto the desk, asleep, and unable to move from his headache. A faint glimpse of a yellow triangle appeared, saying something that sounded like "I'll see you soon..." before darkness consumed him.
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The Triangle's Deception...
FanfictionStanford Pines and his assistant, Fiddleford McGucket, have hit a roadblock in their research of the mysterious town of Gravity Falls. The situation seems to be hopeless...until Fiddleford discovers a mysterious, yet helpful, entity. However, does...
