𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝘽𝙤𝙢𝙗―𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

14

When Stanford Pines recieved the first letter from his psychology lab partner from their college days about her daughter, he didn't know what to do. He read the letter. And absorbed all of the information that he could. The girl was about eleven. And she had powers. Born with prophetic dreams, teleportation, and mild telepathy. And a hidden darkness (according to her mother). A perfect victim for Bill Cipher and his doing. He didn't know the extent of the darkness until [M/N] [L/N], now [M/N] Deacon since the divorce, beought her daughter to Gravity Falls to show him what she was talking about. Then, he understood just what kind of danger she was in. What danger everyone around her was in. Stanford Pine picked up the letter that had come to his doorstep in September of 1985. Almost five years since the last one. And he walked back inside, opening the letter as he did.

Stanford,

I hope this letter finds you well with whatever it is that I am interrupting you from. But knowing you, this will be a much needed break. You remember my daughter, [Y/N]? Well at the beginning of the summer she went missing.

But she didn't go missing. In actuality, she was abducted. Abducted by monsters. From Weirdmeggaden. Actually, that's what she called it. And in the spam of twenty four hours, she got her friends almost involved and almost got them killed when monsters went after her, drew several pictures that makes no sense, explained her entire time, and mumbled gibberish.

She went to the Weirdmeggaden. She dealt with something there. And she voiced something about Bill Cipher. But that's not the point. Her drawings are dark. There's a collection of them in the envelope.

Ford reached for the drawings along with two pictures. Both of them were of the differing sides of the white board. How we win. Wss written on one and he saw two men that looked very smiliar to him and his brother. The other had When we lose written on it in more curvy letters.

"Ah shit." he muttered underneath his breath.

But that's not the point either. The point is is that my daughter is darker. Darker than I have ever seen her. She's different. Something's going to happen. To make her snap sooner of later. And I'm scared. Because I think the thing I've been worried about all this time will make me right. Right that her best friends will abandon her. And I'm scared because of what will happen when she finally snaps. I need your help. In breaking her out of her doomed future. Breaking out of her lonely future full of nothing lovely. I need you to do what you did before. Talk to her on her level and then on yours. Talk to her to see things my way. Talk to her. Because I fear she doesn't trust me yet.

Your friend,
[Mother]

Stanford put down the letter on the table before a call was heard from down the stairs by his partner. Littleford was calling for him. Stanford thought he would get to this later. But to tell you the truth, he never did.