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Despite his previous attempts to wipe the dampness from his face, tears continued to roll down the kid’s cheeks. He was lost, uncomfortable, and felt more lonely than he ever had. 

Though, there was at least some sort of comfort in the other’s voice. Stanford turned towards the teen, taking a few shaky breaths before speaking up.

“W-Well... I don’t really remember? I-I was just playing with my brother, t-then I wound up here somehow...”

He didn’t know where he was? Wendy frowned slightly, trying not to reveal her confusion. Did that mean like, the child had lost his mommy on a shopping trip or something? Or was the entire city strange to him?

“It’s okay buddy, just…” The redhead bit her lip for a while. This wasn’t exactly like comforting her brothers when they were feeling sad. She had no idea who this boy was, or how to deal with him. Despite the helpless feeling that tried to grasp her, Wendy sat beside the kid.

“Look at me, okay?” She asked gently, seeking for an eye contact. “I’m right here. Just, tell me what’s happened to you.”

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“A favor...? What is it?” Ford asked, raising his brows in curiosity as he made himself comfortable on his older brother’s lap. What could he do? Was there really something he could do to help?

Stan gathers his, now younger, twin into his arms and deposits him into his lap. Where to begin..?

“Just…a lot of things, Ford. A lot of worrying an’ workin’ and fightin’. But…can you do a favor for me?”

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The boy sniffled, tears running down his cheeks as he sat on the ground, hugging his knees. Not only was he in an unknown place, but he was in an unknown time, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. He was lost, scared, and even more so, he missed his brother. 

It wasn’t until he felt a hand on his shoulder did his wet eyes look up from the ground. Noticing the unfamiliar teen, Stanford did his best to wipe away his tears with the sleeve of his jacket.

“I-I’m..” Ford was interrupted a by a couple coughs. He might’ve been crying for some time now. “I-I don’t know where I am...”

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Stanford frowned. This was... sad. This wasn’t the Stanley he knew, not at all, but at the same time, it had to be him. Thirty years without sleep can’t be healthy, not one bit. 

“Why haven’t you been sleeping...?”

“Yeah Stanford, it’s me. How else would I know about that one time we switched clothes in gym so ya wouldn’t end up failin’ out?”

He sighs again, making himself seem older than he was, really. At this point he was just…exhausted.

“’s what 30 years of no sleep does to ya, Sixer. I’m pushin’ 70 at this point.”

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“You’re... You’re telling the truth? Stanley?” The boy gave Stan a look of both shock and worry. He didn’t know what to think. What was there to think? Was this man really his brother? “You’re so old...! 

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“He really did look like an alien though...”

Stanford huffed in annoyance, knowing that they have mistaken quite a few things to be paranormal when they weren’t in actuality, but this was different...! Right? However, once his brother offered to go scope it out, Ford’s demeanor made a quick turn.

“Yeah, maybe! There’s always a chance of them showing up again! Will you really check it out with me?”

“Ford, are you sure this ain’t the time we thought we saw an alien and it turned out to be a bald guy wearing a white suit? 

Stan knows as well as his brother how quickly they can jump to conclusions. The werewolf that’s actually just the mailman, the sea monster that’s just a piece of driftwood. But the way his brother is telling him all this…it makes him think he must have seen something. Maybe it would be a piece of incontrovertible fact after all, like catching cooties from getting near girls.

“Do you think we should go out and have a look? Maybe the light’ll be there again!”

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“I did! Swear!” The boy spoke frantically, trying to get his twin to believe him. It’s not like he would lie, right? He really saw it! At least, he thought he did! Oh what a young one’s imagination can come up with.

“W-Well, I didn’t see it clearly, but there were definitely some weird lights and a strange shadow casting from above!! You should’ve seen it!” 

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“So let me get this straight then Ford…” Stan sighed, trying to break down the tale logically. “You were cycling back from the library and you saw a flying saucer in the sky?” he asks incredulously.

Wolfmen, strange deformed mer-creatures and ghost and ghoulies were all within the realm of possibility and all made regular appearances in the pair’s day to day life. But space aliens? Don’t be so weird.

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The moment he felt someone sit beside him, the first thought that came to Stanford’s mind was that this was more than likely his brother. His immediate reaction was to turn towards him, reach out for the other’s arm in comfort, but the young boy nearly froze for a few moments as he realized this wasn’t Stanley.

Shocked and a little embarrassed, Stanford retreated his hands, hiding them in his pockets as a shade of red flushed over his cheeks. “I-I’m okay.” He replied, pulling a hand from his pocket to wipe away some of his tears before returning it.

All the while, he tried not to make much eye contact. It was weird, he hasn’t really seen this other boy before. Why should a stranger worry...?

Hoping he’d be able to find out where exactly in time he was, Dipper moved farther up the beach, looking around. It was a little on the warm side, today, so he was hoping that there would at least be people out that he could recognize the clothing style from.

Dipper looked curiously at the boy closest to him, the one that was crying in front of a swing set. Right, Stan and Ford had mentioned a swing set on the beach, hadn’t they? He had no idea who this boy was, though; it was kind of hard to see what he looked like being all curled up like that.

It was when the guy looked up and he got a good look at his face that Dipper felt a faint feeling of recognition inside of him. For a few moments, he had no idea where it came from, but then it hit him. He looked kinda like Mabel and himself. Eyes widened in realization. And the only one that had glasses this young was … Great Uncle Ford?

Now, normally, Dipper wouldn’t randomly go up to someone who was crying to try and comfort them. But this … this was different. This was Great Uncle Ford. This was family. Even if he had no idea who Dipper was or that he even existed at the moment.

And so, keeping in mind that he had to be careful or he could seriously mess up his own time, Dipper walked over and sat down next to the boy. “Hey, you okay?”

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The Ford from this new timeline could be found sitting at his favorite swing set, the one that him and his brother often played on, but instead of actually swinging, he sat on the sand in front of one of the swings. Without Stan being anywhere in sight, the young boy hugged his knees, face buried in his arms in front of the calming noise of light waves crashing onto the shore.

Just earlier, the bigger bully known as Crampelter decided to give the twins a visit, ending up with Stanley getting pretty beat up, and leaving Stanford feeling pretty guilty. 

The young boy choked back tears, mumbling things to himself as he looked up at the waves in the water briefly.

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In hindsight, playing with the time travel measuring tape again really wasn’t that good of an idea. Sure, it sounded like a good idea at the time, and he thought he’d gotten a pretty good idea of how it worked by now. Plus, he was only planning on going back like a half hour or so so he wouldn’t be late when Ford showed him Glass Shard Beach (Stan wasn’t able to be there, what with being banned from the state and everything).

… But he was not expecting to trip over a rock when he was pulling the tape out. Nor was he expecting it to be pulled out that long. When he recovered from the fall, he realized that the scenery around him was relatively different. He dusted himself off and looked around. So he had definitely traveled through time, one way or another. Now the question was, when was he?

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“Oh, uh, ..thank you.” He replied to the other’s comment, a little relieved that she didn’t say anything about his fingers, although she did look pretty confused. Ford shook Moony’s hand, raising a brow in confusion at her comment. “Er, you can call me Ford if you’d like. Stan is my twin brother. Is it really dangerous to give out a name…?”

"Aww, hey there little guy! Aren't you adorable?" -Moony

“Wha–? Who, me?”

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Stanford’s fingers fidgeted in his pockets, eyes glued on the hand that was held out to him. Oh no... Well, he didn’t want to be rude, but at the same time he didn’t want to show his hands... Come on, Stanford, you can do this.

The small boy hesitantly took his hand out of his pocket, uneasily reaching out to meet Moony’s. “I’m uh, S-Stanford.”

"Aww, hey there little guy! Aren't you adorable?" -Moony

“Wha–? Who, me?”

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Stanford shifted uneasily, shoving his six-fingered hands into his pockets. No need to let this fairly open and seemingly nice stranger see his faults. “Oh, w-well, uh.. T-Thank you, miss!” He tried to smile, showing his appreciation, but couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable in front of a stranger. 

"Aww, hey there little guy! Aren't you adorable?" -Moony

“Wha–? Who, me?”

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"Aww, hey there little guy! Aren't you adorable?" -Moony

“Wha–? Who, me?”

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“Woooooah!” The child’s eyes lit up as he saw the decently sized blanket being pulled out from the stranger’s sleeve. He didn’t notice the sparks of blue fire, but the hiss and small bit of smoke did catch his eye for a moment. 

Stanford stepped back a bit when the blanket was thrown at him, which had ended up covering him completely, so he worked on pulling it off of his head and wrapping it around himself. “That was so cool! Can I keep this?”

Bill smiled and put his right hand up his left hand’s sleeve, reaching up to about the elbow. Don’t set yourself on fire, Cipher, Bill thought silently as he created a blanket, pulling out of of his sleeve much like a magician.

“Tada!” He grinned and held out the blanket, ignoring the small sparks of blue fire from his right hand, which was put out by the rain with a small hiss. Bill held out the brown fleece blanket to the other.

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The beach was definitely one of the places the twins most enjoyed to spend their time. Being able to run about on the beach, finding new things to explore, and doing what they can to fix up the boat they have big plans for made everything worth while. When these two were together, it was like nothing else in the world mattered. 

After a day of running around and playing, they headed over to their favorite swing set to take a seat and watch the sunset. It was always so relaxing when it came to this, but before they could get too relaxed, Ford decided the six-fingered child hopped up to sit on his brother’s lap. 

Hearing Stanley complain about not being able to see the view, Stanford giggled in reply. “I am your view.” He teased, which only set him up for some sort of retaliation. 

“Hey!” He yelled back, struggling at his brother’s hands to try to get himself free. “Okay, okay! Let go of my ear!” He replied, adjusting himself so he could press a hand agains his brother’s cheek to push him away.