Spliced (A Gravity Falls Fan Fic) (A Short, Short Story)

Chapter 4: Hunger

Fiddleford sipped his coffee as Will devoured the large stack of pancakes he had made for him, the maple syrup bottle almost empty as he squirted yet another large amount onto his breakfast.

"Hungry?" he asked, stirring some more sugar into his drink,  

Will nodded, "Starving!" he said, syrup around his mouth, 

"I'm guessing your metabolize is a lot faster than the average human?" 

Will nodded, "My powers use up my energy quickly" he said, a few crumbs flying from his mouth. Ford came in with a smile and grimaced at the manner-less child, "Morning, Will, hungry I see" 

"Very! Thanks for the food!" 

"You are, very welcome" he replied, pouring some coffee into a mug. 

"Now, how about we get you home?" 

Will put down his knife and fork, "Well, you see, the thing is, I don't really have a home..." 

"Yes, you do, the facility, right? The one you ran from?" Fidds asked, Will blinked, "How did you know?" he asked, his muscles tensed and ready to run if danger was afoot. 

"Your tattoo gave us the info when we scanned it. I also contacted Henry this morning, he says you aren't in trouble, and you won't be harmed, Will. Please understand this, he's worried for your safety." 

Will was shocked, "I'm not going to be shot?" 

"No! Why would you say that!?" Fidds asked,  

Will trembled, "I killed Mama..." he said, swirling a finger in the puddle of maple syrup that was left on his plate from his frantic eating. 

"Did you intend to harm her?" 

"No..." 

"Then they have no reason to hurt you. After you've eaten, you can come with us, if anything starts to fly south we'll protect you." 

Will smiled, "You'd risk your life to help me?" 

"If it comes to that." 

Will got up off his chair and hugged the man tightly, Ford smiled and hugged him back. 

"Don't worry, William, everything will be okay."

~

Henry sighed and rubbed his eyes with his hands. Poor Will, he really had thought he was going to kill him? He must have been terrified by the thought. Henry looked over at the photograph in his desk and smiled softly. He wished she could be here now, Will would never calm down unless she was by his side, and now that she was gone. Well, he guessed it was just up to him now, and besides...

....He would never hurt his son.