Ford tucked the now fast asleep boy up on the sofa and peeled the empty mug from his pale fingers as Fiddleford stoked the fire with the poker. "You figured out what he is yet?" Fidds asked, standing back up as he closed the grate. Ford shook his head, "Nope. Hang on, what's this?" he asked, turning Will's wrist over.
There, outlined upon the white skin and blue veins, was a barcode tattoo.
"Fiddleford? Do we still have that universal, multidimensional scanner from our last trip through the technology dimension?"
Fiddleford set the poker back in its holder, "It's in the lab, yes, why?"
"I want to see what comes up if I scan it" Ford said, showing him the barcode.
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Ford waved the scanner over the tattoo and quickly plugged the device into his laptop. Immediately files, reports, pictures and videos bombarded the computer. "Oh, my..." he said, eyes washing over everything as fast as he could, his mind absorbing all the info and processing it quicker than Fiddleford could blink three times.
"He was created, in a lab not too far from here" Fidds said, reading over his shoulder, "Yes and they took good care of him, so why did he run away?" Ford asked.
The two looked over at the boy, "Maybe something went wrong?" Fidds asked.
Ford nodded, "Its plausible" he said,
"Click on that video, I want to see" Fidds said, tapping the screen with a finger.
Ford double clicked on the file:
"Come on sweetie, show us what you did" a woman said excitedly, smiling at the small blue-haired boy standing by the wall. Will frowned, "I don't think I can!" he cried, a little upset by the sudden pressure.
The woman smiled, "I know you can do it, do it for Mom, I'm so proud of you."
Will nodded and put his hands together, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated. A burst of blue dust spread out around him from his fingertips, whispering and twisting around him as he gazed at it with a wistful smile. The woman clapped, as did the other scientists. "Well done, Subject 23, brilliant! What does it do, Jeanne?" the man asked, adjusting his spectacles to see it better. The woman picked up a folder and passed it to him,
"Anything he wants it too."
"So he's magic and his abilities are very powerful, especially if he manipulate it to whatever he desires." Fidds said, Ford nodded, "But that doesn't explain why Will would run away, he had parents and...What are you doing?" he asked, looking up as Fidds grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table.
"I always watch the late news" he said, flicking it on.
"Jeanne Hargrove, dead" the TV blared, "While working on a classified project at Gravity Falls Paranormal Research Lab, Jeanne Hargrove died in a workplace incident involving a science project gone wrong, the explosion took out most of Sector D..."
Fidds swallowed thickly, "Wasn't that Will's mother, in the video?" he asked, setting down the remote as the TV cast its flickering glow around the room, "Poor thing, he must have been so upset that he ran for it."
Ford shut the laptop, "Or he killed her,"
Fidds huffed, "Why would you say that?"
"They're not saying how the explosion happened, what if Will caused it?"
"Oh..."
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Spliced (A Gravity Falls Fan Fic) (A Short, Short Story)
FanfictionWilliam, or Subject 23, was created in a lab that housed and studied the supernatural creatures of Gravity Falls Oregon. After losing control of his powers and causing more than another damage to warrant being destroyed, Will runs away, hiding in th...
