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₊˚⊹ No me mires con esos ojos. ☆˚- _ MoonBerry _ -

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“Astro, M’fine.. I just need to get a bit of sleep and I'll be okay for the next run tomorrow. “

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Based on the Artwork of the lovely @Strolling.Star on Tiktok and @Strexxed.Vylxd on Instagram!

Two-Part Fanfiction! Second half to be uploaded soon!

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Sprout is trapped in his Dream, and who else would come to his rescue other than Astro?

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- Part 1 (You are here!) -

- Part 2 -

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“ I’ll be alright Astro, promise. “

It had been a particularly stressful run that evening. The main run didn't go as planned, and even the common toons who tagged along were hurt, which weighed heavily on Sprout's conscience.

Every time he blinked he swore he could see the events of the day replaying over and over. Rudie, covered in ichor diving for Boxten with no time for him to escape before he was impaled in the arm.

It wasn’t Boxtens' fault entirely, No. He just didn't see Pebble rounding the corner in time to move off the machine.

As the group of main toons returned to their rooms for the evening Astro stuck beside Sprout. He made an effort to make sure he made it to his room safely without passing out, and the bags under his eyes were especially prominent today.

His many hands fidgeted under the blanket wrapped around his shoulders anxiously as he looked up at the taller toon.

“Are you sure… You don’t seem alright... I can swing by your room and make you some tea, Teagan always says it helps.. ”

Sprout felt his eye twitch as he reached and rubbed at his face. Trying to wake himself up a bit more, he didn't want to sleep. If he slept he would see Ichor. The substance that kept them alive always came back to haunt him in his dreams most nights.

…He never told Astro of course. He already spread himself much too thin helping others, and even still a few slipped through the cracks no matter how hard Astro tried.

No. He didn’t want to be a bother.

Instead of telling his partner his woes he pulled his hand away from his face and gave a meek smile as they neared his room. Stopping just short of it as he turned to face Astro directly.

“Astro, M’fine.. I just need to get a bit of sleep and I'll be okay for the next run tomorrow. “

Dandy never really allowed the toons breaks from Ichor runs, especially the mains, but Astro would be damned if he wasn’t tempted to ask for one for Sprout right this instant.

Now that he was looking at Sprout dead on he could see just how prominent his eyebrows pinched together. A clear indicator he wasn’t really okay. He was used to picking up on the little things the other toons did.

He was supposed to help the others, and to help he needed to know when things were wrong.

Astro felt his worry spike as he continued to pick apart the little details Sprout tried so hard to hide from the others. Astro always noticed. He noticed how his leaves slightly frayed out of the usual style he used, how he bounced on his feet more, and especially the eye bags.

…But he wouldn’t pry. It wasn’t in his nature at the end of the day, no matter how worried he grew for Sprout.

Instead, he spared a glance down the hall, making sure the others were squared away in their rooms before slipping his blanket down just a tad. Letting his two hands reach up and cradle the side of his face.

Neither of them made an effort to hide their feelings towards each other, but still, Astro never liked showing his hands. It always drew questions.

Sprout practically melted into the other cool touch, his artificial warmth seeping into Astros' naturally cold hands.

“...Please tell me if anything is bothering you… I can help..”

He was made to help, but he didn't say that of course.

Sprout just carefully reached for his second set of hands still buried under his blanket and softly squeezed them. Trying his best to reassure his partner as he felt his eyes slip shut momentarily against his will.

He quickly regained his balance and sat up slightly, pulling his face out of Astro's hands.

“ I promise Astro… Go rest my Nova.. “

Astros' hands meekly went back to holding his blanket corners as Sprout still held his bottom two. Giving a weary smile as he tried to read Sprout's expression. How he wished he could know what was going on in his mind.

“ You as well… I'm right across the hall if you change your mind on that tea…”

Astro knew he wasn’t going to rest anytime soon, and if his assumption was correct neither was Sprout. Hopefully, he would see reason and just come to get him if he needed anything.

Sprout let out a soft and airy chuckle as he gave Astros hands a final squeeze before turning to go to his room.

“ Of course, sweet dreams Astro,”

He then turned and went into his bedroom. His door softly clicked shut behind him, leaving Astro in the hall for a few moments before the moon went to his bedroom. His mind filled with anxiety for his partner.

…He would have to be sure to keep an eye out for his dream tonight. He hadn’t been seeing any from Sprout for a while now.

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Sprout didn’t sleep for a good long while that night, not that he really wanted to anyway. His knees ached as he lay in his all too stiff and creaky bed. You’d think Sprout being a main toon would atleast get him a better bed, but nope. Dandy was stingy as ever.

He flopped on his back and stared up at the ceiling. If he zoned out hard enough it almost made him feel relaxed.

…But it always crept back. The Ichor.

A constant force in his everyday life no matter how hard he tried to avoid it. No one knew how it started infecting them, not even Rodger of all Toons could pinpoint anything.

He sighed and let his eyes fall shut for only a few seconds. Feeling his body relax ever so slightly into his mattress before feeling something cold and slimy drip onto his cheek.

Slimy and cold.

He sat up with a start as he felt his heart hammering in his chest, he couldn’t breathe as he swiped it off of his cheek. Scrambling for his bedside lamp.

His hands were slick with either sweat or Ichor, he couldn’t tell anymore. His skin prickled with artificial goosebumps as he felt around on his table.

…Only to feel a cold and damp jello-like surface give way under his palm. His body reeled back as he tried fruitlessly to push himself back onto his bed.

His front half of his body fell forward, almost as if gravity didn't exist anymore as he felt his chest heave in a blind panic. A terrible sense of vertigo took hold of his mind.

His hands pulled away from the surface he thought was his nightstand so he could hold them in front of his body. Bracing for everything and anything.

He screamed, or at least he thought he did, he couldn’t hear himself over his ears that began to ring.

He fell face-first into the darkness surrounding his bed as it all encompassed his being.

His face felt uncomfortably warm and wet at first as he fell into the Ichor that surrounded his bed. His torso and legs followed soon after. His arms flailed to gather some semblance of gravity as his conscience reeled to grasp the situation.

A pipe must have burst filling his room with Ichor. He hadn’t been paying attention. He shouldn’t have tried to sleep, he shouldn’t have even laid down.

He was supposed to support everyone. Why did he always fail?

Sprouts' hands eventually breached the surface of the Ichor. His legs kicking to tread and keep himself afloat desperately. His mouth momentarily opened to gasp in the air he craved, only to get a mouthful of the dark substance.

It burned the back of his throat as he tried to breathe. The dark liquid was heavy in his mouth as he tried not to taste the liquid that hurt so many of his friends. The bitter tang settled on his tongue as he hacked and heaved.

He was going to die here. He was going to die and it was his fault, he should have been watching his friends' backs. He should have been up and making sure none of the Ichor got onto the main floors they lived on.

He spat out what he could as he tried to keep afloat. His heart desperately clattered in his ribs as he felt his chest was about to burst. His legs ached from how hard he had to tread to keep afloat.

His lungs burned and all he could think about was his friends. He would never get to bake with Cosmo again. He would never get to bake cookies for Pebbles or hear Vee’s snarky remarks.

He didn’t like Rodger very much because he tended to pry but he would never get to tell the detective off again. He would never hear Rodger complain about Glisten. He would never hear Teagan and Tisha idly chattering in the kitchen while he baked.

His heart panged as he remembered the most important one, someone who meant more to Sprout than just a friend. Astro.

His Supernova. His star. The center of his heart, his Sun.

The Ichor soaked his scarf and it held heavy around his neck. He pulled at his once beloved scarf now wanting nothing more than to yank it off.

He thought of yelling out. To scream. To thrash and fight to live.

…But if all the Ichor was in his room right now his friends would be none the better. He just hoped the others weren’t awake for it.

He stopped fighting against the Ichor and felt his hands fall away from his scarf. Letting the heavy and waterlogged fabric tug him down into the neverending sea of darkness.

‘I’m sorry everyone. I’m sorry Astro.’

“...Oh my dear..”

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I wrote this for funsies because of the impeccable art drawn by @/Strolling.Star over on Tiktok, do go show them some love! Their style is truly something that I believe all can enjoy no matter what you ship. Speaking of ships, please do not go into the comments of my work, or anyone else's for that matter, talking about Fruitcake. I MIGHT write it in the future, but if greeted with "Where's Cosmo??" Comments I'm gonna just delete them. Let people ship what they want as long as it's not harmful! I do hope you all enjoyed! Until the next update!!

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#astro/sprout #moonberry #two-part #hurt/comfort #nightmares #dandys world #astro dandys world #sprout seedly #sprout dandys world #angst with comfort #eventual giant astro #based on artwork #dandys world has consumed my brain #updates #giant/tiny #g/t

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kodared · 6 months ago

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CH 5- A Small Nudge (Gravity Falls g/t)

Evie watched from Ford’s desk as he cleaned around the basement. He didn’t know she was there yet, but it wouldn’t even matter if he did, given the argument they had not too long ago.

“You can’t just ignore me,” she said finally, and the way he froze for less than a second was the only indication he heard her. He continued about his business.

Evie sighed dramatically, then plopped down to a seat. He could just ignore her, but he couldn’t make her go away. She’d make him talk eventually…somehow.

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Ford had lectured Stan up and down and backwards and forwards at this point, and everyone was sick of hearing it, especially Evie.

She piped up from her spot on the table. “If you’re mad at Stan, then you should be mad at me, too. I helped him build the portal.”

“You what ?”

Evie gulped. This new Ford was intense. Before she could defend herself, he continued. “I expect this kind of reckless behavior from Stanley, but you of all people should know better. You should know how dangerous that was!”

“I take offense to that,” Stan interjected.

“How should I know when you don’t tell me anything? Maybe if you didn’t push me away, I would have ‘known better’,” she said, throwing his own words back in his face. Her voice increased in volume as she spoke, and by the end of her sentence she was yelling.

“Well, it’s not as though I planned on being pushed through a portal.”

“Uh oh-” Stan said.

“What do you mean, 'pushed'?” Evie shouted, unable to stop the anger from steamrolling into her question, but she was more confused than anything.

Ford turned on Stan. “All this time, and you didn’t tell her that you pushed me through?”

“I was getting around to it-” A sharp glare from Ford cut him off. He shifted the glare to Evie, then stormed off.

Evie threw her arms in the air, exasperated. “Wait!” But there was nothing she could do that would stop a giant.

“Eh, he’ll cool off eventually…,” Stan said, waving Ford off. “...maybe…You know, now that I think about it…maybe not.”

Evie didn’t want to hear it. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Look, you were already so scared of me, I wasn’t gonna make it worse by-” As he spoke, he reached in to nudge her with a knuckle, his go-to move when things got too heavy.

“Don’t,” she recoiled.

"Come on!" Stan teased, and he nudged her anyway. Evie tried to push his finger away, and even though she knew it was in vain, she was still frustrated that she couldn't. She was frustrated that she just had to let it happen. She always had to roll with the punches, because at only a couple inches in height, what other choice was there?

Refusing to dignify that with a response, she didn't look back as she took off to go find Ford.

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Ford spun in a circle, looking for that stack of papers he set down somewhere. He just finished emptying the filing cabinet of Stan’s various, unorganized documents. He located the papers on his desk, but unfortunately, someone was sitting on them.

He gave Evie a look that said, ‘move’, but she stayed put, crossing her arms and staring right back. If he wasn’t gonna ask, then he wasn’t gonna get a response.

Ford sighed, then grabbed the papers anyway. Evie tumbled backwards as he pulled them out from under her, head over heels, and landed sprawled out on the cold metal of the desk. “Hey!”

Ford rubbed his forehead, and in an obligatory tone, asked, “Are you alright?”

A number of sarcastic remarks nearly made it to Evie’s mouth, but she had his attention now. She didn’t want to lose it and push him away further. “Yeah…Are you?”

Ford hesitated for a long moment. Evie watched him debate with himself, and she honestly had no clue if he was going to answer. He was very different now, hardened from his time fighting his way through the multiverse. But, she supposed she was different too. A lot can change over thirty years. That didn’t mean she liked it.

“Yes,” he finally said.

Evie exhaled sharply. “Alright. You don’t have to forgive me, but can you at least talk to me?”

He turned to her, his eyebrows raised impatiently.

“Okay, fine. Answer me this, and I’ll leave you alone……If Stan or I went through the portal, would you have reopened it?”

“Of course not.”

Ouch.

Evie honestly did not expect that answer, and moreso, she didn’t expect it to come so quickly. But she also didn’t believe him. He experienced horrible atrocities in that portal, which shaped how he was looking at the whole situation. Deep down, Evie believed he would work just as hard, if not harder, for her or Stan. Especially Stan. Maybe it would take him a while to come around to it, but he had a heart buried somewhere in there. “Hmm.”

“No, I - that’s not a fair question. I don’t know. I don’t know what I would have done, but I know what happened. And it was reckless-”

“-reckless to open it, I know. But did you ever consider that we did it because we care about you? That we dedicated thirty years of our lives to getting you back because you mean something to us?”

Ford was speechless.

“Come here,” Evie said.

Ford awkwardly shuffled over and rested his hand a couple inches away from her. Refusing to feel intimidated, Evie jogged to him and rested her own hand on his index finger. It was covered in dozens of miniscule cuts and scars. There was no telling how old they were.

“You need help with anything?” she offered. He almost tugged his hand away. She could feel the impulsive twitch just underneath the skin, but he didn’t follow through. She bit her lip, awaiting his answer.

“No, no help is necessary.” Damn. She really thought she had him. “But,” he continued, “I’d enjoy some company.”

Evie couldn’t help the smile that lit up her face. She pushed on his finger, knowing full well she couldn’t budge it, but he played along, flipping his hand over for her. With only a brief hesitation, she climbed into his palm. It was rougher than before, it had plenty more wrinkles, but all six fingers were accounted for.

Ford immediately whisked her away, dumping her haphazardly on the top of the filing cabinet. Disoriented and a little nauseous, Evie chuckled. This was the Ford she knew. Quick and a little thoughtless, but eager to show her whatever he was working on.

She swung her legs over the edge and peered way down into the filing cabinet he was organizing. It was probably very methodical to him, but she sure couldn’t figure out the method. After a while, she fell into a sort of trance.

As the night wore on, they actually talked. Evie did her best to fill him in on the last thirty years, but she admitted he should probably ask Stan, Dipper, Mabel, or literally anyone else, since she spent every waking moment inside the shack. He explained that he appreciated her unique view on current events, not in spite of her limited information, but because of it. Something told her he thought it was amusing, but whatever kept him talking.

Ford didn’t say much about what happened over the years, but what little Evie was able to extract out of him sounded…weird. Some dimensions sounded downright terrifying, others physically impossible. Even the idea of dimension hopping still didn’t seem feasible, despite having worked on a literal portal for most of her life.

They steered clear of the ‘Stan’ topic, but it appeared as though they both had some forgiveness to dish out. Perhaps even some apologies.

And no matter how ‘reckless’ it was, or how much it ‘shouldn't have happened’, Ford had to admit he appreciated the company opening the portal provided. He found comfort in having his old friend back, and he was surprised she wanted anything to do with him based on how they parted ways. With the memory of that night now at the forefront of both their minds, the comfortable silence soon shifted to an anxious one.

It didn’t escape Evie’s notice that, for the first time since Ford returned, she was truly alone with him. No Stan. No kids. Nobody but her and Ford. Without a doubt, she trusted him. She did not trust this ‘monster’ that supposedly lived in his head. It had yet to make a reappearance, but Evie feared it was only a matter of time.

“Before you left…,” she started, but found she didn’t have an end to the sentence.

Ford picked up on her meaning. He suddenly went quiet and turned his attention toward something out of Evie’s eyeline, his back to her.

“Is it still here?” she whispered. She almost didn’t want to ask, afraid she might speak the being back into existence. Afraid Ford’s mind would snap again. She took note of her surroundings. The walls were very far away. He was very tall. The overwhelming, instinctual urge to hide made her feel itchy.

It was a long moment of contemplation. Ford did not want to talk about this, and even though he was unable to remember most of the night, brief images flashed through his mind. None of them were good. He cleared his throat, and he noticed the way Evie startled. “No, he’s not here.” The word ‘yet’ was on the tip of his tongue, but in a rare moment of clarity, he understood that that would be unhelpful. Whether Bill would return was scarily up in the air, but Evie did not need to know that at present.

He watched her body visibly relax. Ford, on the other hand, was still visibly tense, on edge at the notion that she’d pry further. She didn’t.

However, there was one thing he did need to know. “I’m afraid I don’t remember much. Did I hurt you?” The question came out of his mouth the same way everything did. Unemotional. Detached. A question asked purely in pursuit of knowledge. But he wasn’t so sure that was why he asked, actually.

“No, no, you…,” Evie swallowed. “... he ,” she corrected, looking to Ford to make sure she used the correct pronoun. He. Not it. The monster was a person, and it was not Ford. The monster was a person, and it was not Ford. The monster was a person, and it was not Ford . “He tried to. I didn’t let him, of course.” She smirked.

“In any case, whatever I did - it was not of my own will. This being is capable of unimaginable things, has unimaginable power. He had possession of my body when-”

“I know. I mean, I don’t know. But I knew it wasn’t you because you would never hurt me,” Evie shrugged. She came to terms with what happened a long time ago. With confirmation that the threat was gone, that the monster was gone, she could hardly be bothered by it now.

Ford felt his heart thaw for the first time in a long time. After all these years, after all that happened, after he gave her the cold shoulder for giving him his life back, Evie still trusted him. After his own two hands clawed through the walls to get at her, this miraculously small being trusted him . Without thinking much about it, he poked her lightly in the side. She looked up at him in surprise, and he gave her a small smile. He hoped she understood what it meant.

She did. A poke from a giant was always jarring, no matter how many times it happened. It was always stronger than they thought too, rocking her off balance. But when she saw his smile, all the confusion melted away. He was back. They were back.

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kodared · 6 months ago

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prev | next [ in kofi, but it will be public in a couple of days :D ]

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kodared · 7 months ago

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a small surprise (gravity falls g/t!)

aka when you fall back down the gravity falls rabbit hole and before you know it you're brainstorming every possible g/t idea...

and then you end up with something like this: ford's borrower friend is left alone and confused when a mysterious force jolts them awake one night... and discovers that the author of the journals has a mysterious twin brother

s/o to @pocket-lad for all the ramblings about giant stans and for fostering this idea with me -- check out their take on this!!

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Jay had never felt tremors like this before.

She thought the earth was about to split open and swallow her whole with how intensely her world shook. Of course she had felt earthquakes before – or what she thought were earthquakes. Ford had tried to explain it a million times, and Jay pretended to get it around explanation No. 837,382 so she wouldn’t have to hear it anymore.

But that was ages ago. Ford had gotten pretty much impossible to talk to after the whole triangle worshiping thing, and after Fiddleford quit, the house had fallen into an intense state of disrepair. Jay still lived here, of course, because it was warm and safe and Ford still remembered to leave food and water out for her. But anytime she tried to talk to him, he would look at her like he was hallucinating. He probably was.

It had been a few weeks since the two had actually spoken face to face. She felt uncomfortable trying to get through to someone who clearly wasn’t himself anymore. But this – earthquake, whatever it was – was enough to scare her to the point where she was afraid of being alone. She at least had to ask Ford what had happened; even if he was delusional most of the time, she knew him well enough that she could glean some sort of answer from his ramblings.

Careful not to trip over fallen objects, Jay made her way from her little hiding spot upstairs to the small pulley system Ford helped her construct to get down to the bunker. That had taken a lot of convincing, since Ford didn’t understand why he couldn’t just carry her down with him every time – “It’s much more practical!” he would say, dramatically pointing his finger up in the air – but she eventually persuaded him because he liked a challenge. It worked just as lowering a bucket into a well did, a simple enough mechanism that Jay could use herself no matter what. Ford was always fascinated by her raw strength.

The house was dark and quiet – nothing new – but there was an eerie feeling in the air that Jay just couldn’t shake. Something felt… wrong. Ford’s presence was easily felt, and Jay couldn’t sense him anywhere. The only sound was the snowstorm battering against the thin glass windows, making the wood creak and shake but nothing more. With one hand, Jay clutched the sewing needle that served as her protection. The other was pressed behind her back, ready to fend off anything from behind. It didn’t make her feel much better.

“What did you do now, Ford…” Jay muttered to herself, eyes darting left and right. It was hard to make out much of anything, but the usual controlled chaos of the main floor felt skewed, and it was clear to see from up on the table. Maybe once she got to her makeshift elevator, she’d start to feel better.

But she stopped short of the bunker’s entrance, because a sudden noise scared the living daylights out of her. She flung her needle forward, but nothing was in her immediate vicinity. She cautiously lowered the weapon, and it didn’t take long for her eyes to find the source. Standing in the center of the main room, staring intently at the journal like it was his last remaining possession on Earth, was…

“Ford?”

Ford froze, stiff as a board. Jay swallowed the lump in her throat. He was probably pissed at her.

“Ford…” Jay paused. She didn’t really think about what she would say if – when – she finally saw him. “What–what happened? Is everything okay? It’s–”

She was cut off abruptly when Ford turned around, and Jay’s stomach dropped so fast she thought it might take her through the floor. He – this man – he had Ford’s face, but this was not him. The hair was all wrong (he had a mullet, for Christ’s sake). The posture. The clothes. The look in his glasses-less eyes as he stared right at her. This wasn’t him. Jay was baffled. Did he do something to himself? Is this just what he looked like now? Could he really have changed that much in a few weeks?

Not-Ford blinked, then blinked again. His mouth hung slightly agape, and his eyes were blown wide. He looked dirty and tired, but most pressing, he looked mad. Mad at Jay.

“What the…”

Not-Ford’s gruff, hoarse voice was the final nail in the coffin. Ford didn’t sound like that. Even when he was losing his mind, he spoke with a surprising amount of authority. He was just like that. This man… he sounded lost.

The reality of the situation hit Jay like a freight train. Slowly, she held her hands up and began to back away, like she was retreating from an animal. Whether this was some weird, alternate version of Ford or a complete stranger, it didn’t change the fact that she was being seen.

Jay was quick. Not-Ford was quicker.

At a blinding speed that Jay would never get used to from humans, Not-Ford had grabbed a jar from an adjacent table and slammed it on top of her, eliciting a very high-pitched scream. She jumped when a piece of paper replaced the wood of the table underneath her feet, and in just a few seconds, her world turned upside down. Literally. She was flipped to the bottom of the jar as Not-Ford brought her shaking form up to eye level.

“What the hell are you?” That rough voice was distorted through thick glass, but still terrifying. “And what the hell do you know about my brother?”

Jay almost choked. Brother? Ford had never mentioned a brother.

“Wh–who–where’s Ford?” Jay barely had the courage to speak.

“Oh, it talks,” Not-Ford sounded intrigued for a moment. “What, are you one of his experiments gone wrong? You’re so… tiny.”

Jay opened her mouth to respond, but her words died in her throat when Not-Ford – Ford’s brother, apparently – tilted the jar to the side, causing her to fall to the side with an unceremonious oof. He was observing her, like some caged animal. She tried to regain her footing, but failed miserably each time. Her legs felt like they were still stuck in those tremors. She wanted to yell at him to stop, but she could barely get air in her lungs as she was swirled around like water going down a drain.

“Huh,” Not-Ford said, going still after what felt like a million years. “Did my brother do this to you?”

Jay stumbled and tilted her head. “Do–do what?”

“What do you mean, do what. Make you tiny.”

“Make me – no, he didn’t make me tiny,” Jay shot back, almost insulted. She felt the anger boil up inside of her when Not-Ford almost smiled.

“Oh, man, you really got the short end of the stick, then. Literally.”

Despite herself, Jay rolled her eyes. Height jokes. Very original.

“L–look, I don’t know who you are, but–”

“Can it, pipsqueak!” Jay actually had to cover her ears at the sheer volume of his voice. “I’m asking the questions here. Did you help him with this – portal thing?”

The portal. The tremors. Jay’s eyes widened. No. He didn’t…

Ford’s brother evidently understood her look of recognition. “Ah, so you do know about it. Well, you’re gonna help me fix it.”

“Wh–” Jay didn’t get a chance to speak as he swung the jar to his side. She flew into the side, and she tried to ignore the way her arm crunched under the pressure. The world whizzed by underneath her feet, and she could barely keep her balance with the way Not-Ford was lumbering around. Looks like she was getting a ride down to the bunker after all.

Jay’s mind raced with ways she could get herself out of this. As badly as she wanted to figure out what happened to Ford, she didn’t care to have this guy help her. She could easily find Ford by herself. Maybe she could try to find Fiddleford, too, but for all Jay knew, he was halfway across the world at this point, so that was probably a fruitless effort. He was very adamant about quitting when he left that night, which always made Jay sad whenever she thought about it. She sorely missed his calm demeanor and gentleness with her. She liked spending time with Ford, but at the end of the day, he had a tendency to regard her as some kind of scientific marvel, not a fully functioning person. Fiddleford never seemed to care. He just wanted to make sure she was safe and happy.

A harsh jolt brought Jay back to reality. Oh. Right. Not-Ford. Ford’s crazy brother. It had taken her a bit to notice, but Not-Ford’s hands were shaking. And the anger… it didn’t seem like he was mad at her. That made no sense; the only crime she was guilty of was knowing Ford. But the way he spoke about Ford – like he wasn’t here right now – and how the portal needed fixing, and he wanted help doing it… what exactly happened?

“Stupid secret bunker… stupid portal… stupid brother…” Not-Ford muttered. He was glancing behind him, as if Ford would pop out at any moment and yell surprise!

Not-Ford definitely got discombobulated, but he eventually found his way back to the control room. He threw the jar onto the main control panel, and Jay shut her eyes, hoping the sensation of moving would fade away quickly.

“Alright, short stuff,” Not-Ford said gruffly, slamming a journal in front of her. “Tell me how to turn this thing on.”

Jay started blankly at the journal. It wasn’t even opened to the correct section, and she could barely see over the horizon of the pages.

Not-Ford grunted. “Well, what are you waiting for?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Tiny people can read, right?”

“Wh–what makes you think I can do anything?” Jay managed to choke out. It had worked on Ford when they first met; using her diminutive size to her advantage. She had wriggled out of so many things she didn’t want to do by playing the useless card.

Ford’s brother stopped. He abruptly grabbed the jar, lifting it up to his dirty, unhappy face. Jay gasped and inched back until her head softly hit the glass. Through the distortion of her clear prison, it looked like he was actually considering her words. If he was anything like Ford, it would work.

He was nothing like Ford.

“Heh, if you want to weasel your way out of this, you’re gonna have to try harder, tiny,” he smirked, placing the jar back in front of the journal.

Jay shook her head in disbelief. “But – what –” she paused. Trying to reason with him wouldn’t work. This guy clearly didn’t work like that. With wide eyes and trembling hands, Jay considered her next move. Her primary goal of getting the hell out of this jar didn’t seem like it was going to happen anytime soon, and he obviously wasn't going to fall for a sob story. She could help him, but based on the way he’s been acting, he’d probably put her in a closet and forget about her as quickly as he found her. She looked up, trying to read Not-Ford through the warped glass. His hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, and his eyes darted nervously at every little sound. His demeanor didn’t match his tough-guy attitude one bit.

A lightbulb went off in Jay’s head: He’s desperate. And she could use that to her advantage.

“I’ll help you if you tell me what happened,” she said, sounding way less assertive than she wanted to. Not-Ford regarded her in something of a condescending curiosity before bursting out into laughter. Jay felt the heat rush to her cheeks. Why was he laughing? What was so funny? Oh, she shouldn’t have tried to play tough. She was in no position to negotiate.

“Trying to do this my way, huh?” Not-Ford leaned back in his seat. “Alright, I’ll play along.”

Jay was stunned silent.

“Go ahead, ask me what you wanna know. But don’t think about trying to be slick, because I have no problem shaking you around like a martini.”

It took her a second to gather her thoughts. She wasn’t planning on conning him, because she knew the consequences, but it was interesting that Not-Ford defaulted to assuming the worst. There were a million things she wanted – needed – to ask, but he was volatile. She had to tread carefully. So she started simple.

“Wh… what’s your name? And are you really… Ford’s brother?”

“Name’s Stanley,” he said, brushing some loose hair from his face. “And yeah, Poindexter's my brother. We’re twins.”

“Twins…” Jay repeated. That’s why they looked identical, even down to their names. But why would Ford never say anything about it? “I… Ford never mentioned anything about having a twin.”

Stanley laughed. “Yeah, that’s not surprising. We haven’t seen each other in years. He was probably tryin’ to pretend I didn’t exist.”

Jay frowned. Stanley sounded miserable saying that out loud, and she didn’t need to ask to know what that meant.

“And what are you supposed to be? Some kind of fairy or something? I know Ford was into weird stuff, but this is just unnatural.”

Jay crossed her arms. “I’m a borrower.”

Stanley blinked. “You say that like I’m supposed to know what that is.”

“Well, it’s what… I am,” Jay said, gesturing to herself.

“Okay… so, what? You were Ford’s pet or something?”

“I was not – no!” Jay cried as that familiar sinking feeling entered her stomach. She was not about to do this again right now. “I am not a pet!”

“Okay, okay, yeesh,” Stanley said, throwing his hands up. “Sore subject, I see.”

“We were… friends,” Jay said cautiously. “He respected me. I think.”

“You think?” Stanley laughed. “Oh, I’m sure he did. He loves listening to other people. Especially when they’re the size of a doll.”

Jay felt the tears welling up in her eyes, but pushed past it. There were more pressing matters at hand than her feelings. “Where… where is Ford? What happened?”

Stanley froze, like all his bodily control was stolen from him. For a moment, he stared off into the distance, something flashing before his eyes that only he could see. If Jay didn’t know any better, she’d almost say he looked… embarrassed.

“I – he – we got into a fight,” Stanley said, hanging his head a bit. “One second, he was here, and the next, some wacky machine turns on and he’s bein’ pulled right into it! And I can’t get it back on, because in case you haven’t noticed, I’m the handsome twin, not the nerdy twin. So either you help me get this thing back on or I’ll–”

“Wait wait wait. He went through?”

“What, are your tiny ears incapable of hearing? That's what I just said!” Stanley cried.

Jay felt like she was going to throw up. Fiddleford walked out on site from what he saw inside that portal, and Ford went mad trying to make sure it was never used again. If he got pulled through…

“...he might not even be alive,” Jay whispered, her voice trembling as violently as her body.

Stanley leaned in, causing Jay to recoil. “What? You’re gonna have to talk louder than that, pipsqueak. I can barely hear you.”

“I said HE MIGHT BE DEAD!”

For a moment, Stanley’s face remained stoic. But it soon twisted into a cocktail of sadness, rage and annoyance, his eyes practically glowing red, staring straight through Jay’s soul.

Jay tensed up. Maybe that was a bad idea.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. F-forget I said anything,” Jay stammered, holding her hands up. She retreated – as if there was anywhere she could go. Stanley could kill her in 10,000 different ways, and she didn’t even want to speculate about any of them.

But instead of taking the jar, Stanley just sighed. “That’s right, tiny. I don’t wanna hear any of that. My brother may be the biggest pain in the ass I’ve ever known, but he is one tough son of a bitch and there is no way some – stupid gadget killed him!”

Jay opened her mouth, but stopped. Something piqued her interest.

“How… how much do you know about the portal?”

Stanley glared at her. “Nothing. That’s why I’ve resorted to asking some half-baked person to help me.”

“No, I mean… did Ford tell you anything about what it does?”

“Yeah,” Stanley said, though he sounded unsure. “Something about a universal gateway into unfathomable knowledge, blah blah, boring nerd stuff. Look, it doesn’t matter, just – tell me how to get it back on already, will ya?!”

“I don’t–!” Jay started to yell, but she took a breath. She couldn’t lose her cool. “I was here – around – I would watch when Ford and Fidds were working on it, but it’s not like I understood any of it.” Jay shut her eyes, waiting for blowback, some kind of retaliation. But it never came. Stanley just stared at her, eyes shaking. “Besides, if you only have one journal, you can’t… Ford wrote three journals, see, and they have to be combined to build it. Sort of a failsafe thing. Do you have the others?”

Stanley shook his head. “He told me he buried them or something. He didn’t want to turn that thing back on, I – I don’t even know what happened.”

There was a long stretch of silence after that. The two of them just stared at each other, unmoving. It was hard for Jay to put all the pieces together based on the limited useful information Ford told her after Fidds quit, but one thing was crystal clear – that portal should be shut down at all costs. Ford kept saying he was tricked, and using the portal again would destroy the universe. Jay believed him, too, because the kind of stuff he got himself into always seemed bigger than themselves. If Ford actually was taken through the portal, then that means it was turned on… and the universe was still here. No mass destruction, no end of humanity, no triangles. Everything seemed to be okay… except for the noticeable lack of Ford.

Ford. The first human she had ever talked to; one of the only beings on earth she considered to be her friend. Sure, he was obsessive, invasive and sometimes lacked humanity… but he was also protective, curious and caring of her. Jay hadn’t had to hunt for food in a year. She had unlimited access to cold, clean water. The worst thing she had to endure was Ford’s endless stream of questions and experiments, but it was a trade she’d make 100 times out of 100 if it meant sustenance, shelter and safety for the rest of her life.

Above all, Ford trusted her. He would let her watch other experiments, take her on trips, and even contribute to brainstorming sessions. She would listen quietly as Ford and Fidds reminisced about their Backupsmore days and the things they would do to change the world. She felt part of it all. Ford made her feel part of it all.

So what would he want her to do, right now, in this moment? He would never want to put himself above the safety of humanity; not once he found out what Bill was really up to. He would rather spend a thousand years in another dimension than risk the safety of this one. Maybe the portal didn’t do anything this time, but would they be so lucky again? Something told her no. Maybe there was a reason Ford didn’t talk to his brother anymore. Maybe he was just reckless. With Fidds and Ford both gone now… it really was up to her to keep everyone safe.

Jay sighed, realizing she needed to say something before Stanley shook her around again. “Look, even if I – even if I wanted to, you need those other journals, and I – I don’t really understand all that mechanical stuff. I’m… I’m sorry, Stanley. I don’t know how to turn it back on.”

Stanley said nothing. Jay gulped. Oh, boy, he was mad.

“I – I just mean – I can’t –”

“What do you mean, even if you wanted to?”

Jay paused. The temperature in the room seemed to drop 20 degrees. “I– well–”

“My brother is trapped on the other side of some – some – some inter-dimensional weirdness, and you don’t even want to get him back?”

“That’s not – I didn’t mean –”

But she didn’t get to finish her sentence as Stanley grabbed the jar off the table, throwing Jay to the back of the glass again. “Listen to this, tiny! I don’t care what some half-pint wants! He’s my family! And if you’re not going to help me get him back, then – then you’re useless to me!”

“Wait, Stanley, come on, I –”

“And stop saying my name as if we’re on the same level here! You’re just some – some – some thing my brother happened to find interesting. You don’t know anything about Ford!”

“You’re one to talk, considering I’ve spent more time with him in the last year than you have for the last 10!”

All the oxygen in the room seemed to evaporate. Jay didn’t mean to say that, not really – sure, it’s how she felt, but she didn’t want to say it out loud. Maybe Stanley didn’t hear her. Maybe he wouldn’t even care. Maybe he’d just say you’re right and come to his senses.

Maybe not.

It was perhaps scarier that Stanley didn’t say anything in response. Instead, he simply blinked a few times, took a few breaths, then got moving.

He didn’t know where he was going, just that he wanted to be anywhere but here right now, talking to anyone but – but – damn it, he didn’t even know her name. It didn’t matter. This stupid little thing was right about one thing – she’d spoken to his brother more in the last week than he had for a decade. What did Stan do to deserve this? Just because he broke his dumb brother’s dumb science project back in high school? And just when he was hopeful Ford was ready to turn the page, they got right back into it – and now he was gone, with no way to come back.

He glanced down at the impossibly small figure in the jar. How was this even possible? He didn’t think any of that fairy tale folk junk was real. And Ford would befriend it, too. They probably forged some weird bond over being weird.

Deep down, Stan felt bad. He barely knew this little guy, and he didn’t really have a right to keep them trapped. But right now, he was pissed off and feeling irrational. The more he stared at this tiny being, the more it reminded him of everything he lost with Ford.

So he found the highest shelf and stuck the jar up there.

“HEY! ARE YOU KIDDING ME! HEY!!!” Jay kicked at the glass, as if that would do anything. “YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME UP HERE!”

“I can do whatever the hell I want, pipsqueak,” Stanley mumbled, not even bothering to look her in the eye. In an instant, he was gone, head down and hands shoved in his pockets. He had work to do.

“STANLEY!!!!” Jay gave it one more try, but it was no use. Okay, don’t panic. You’ve been in worse situations. Maybe I can just push the glass off the shelf. Jay slammed her body onto the side of the jar until she became numb. It barely moved an inch. Okay, maybe if I… no, that won’t work. Or I can… no, that won’t do either. What if… if… if…

“If,” Jay sighed out loud, her legs crumbling beneath her. She was trapped. Stanley wasn’t coming back to let her out. Ford wasn’t coming back at all. She would die here. What first, starvation? Dehydration? Oxygen deprivation? It was all the same to her at this point.

Truthfully, she didn’t know how much time passed. The low light of the bunker was the same any time of day, and she never saw Stanley pass by, so either it had only been a few hours or Stanley was working nonstop for days. The whirlwind of everything had finally caught up to her, and the cool glass of the jar felt nice when she laid down and stretched her body out. There’s not much I can do right now. I’ll think of something later…

The second she closed her eyes, she passed out.

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kodared · 7 months ago

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headcanoning Ford is a much bigger menace than Stan during highschool days but he gets away with it..

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kodared · 7 months ago

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Sneak peek ooo...

EEK i hope im not..,, too behind to throw this out, i am typing it up! But no set release date as i still have another few days until my holiday break, but homeworks eased up a bit!

#koda moments #fears not enough they have to tear him apart #sneak peek #g/t

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kodared · 7 months ago

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hi koda!!:3 just want to make sure ur still brwathing and remind you to take your time on writing bc its awesome but it's also YOUURR project so tyt!:3

also happy halloween (if you celebrate):3

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So sorry for everyone if i worried you!!! College just got to be alot! i just needed to take time away from my writing and try to catch up on homework! Dont fear! i am now trying to get back into writing and im only influenced more by the vast amount of roleplays ive found myself in.... cough cough .. So do expect to maybe see a few oneshots to ease myself back into writing! Ill try to be more active on my tumblr, i hate to leave ya'll hanging but i do have to prioritize my work sometimes<3 much love to you all

#koda moments #updates #asks

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kodared · 8 months ago

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I absolutely love your writing!! Do you have any relative date on the next chapter’s release?

first of all thank you so much for enjoying my writing!! for an explanation on where i’ve been, for lack of a better term i’ve fallen off the face of the earth and been really active in my friend groups and on discord!

The next chapters IDEA is written, but i have not started formally writing it! So for now i do not have a set release, im hoping to get it out this month though!

Sorry for falling off the face of tumblr for a week- I’ve been really enjoying my time with my friends and doing my classwork but now that i’ve settled in i’ll try to post a bit more!!

#koda moments

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kodared · 8 months ago

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Another really good Gravity falls G/T fic for those looking for more!!!

I’m unaware if this person has a tumblr, but if they do please tag them!!

FOUND THEIR TUMBLR!! DO FOLLOW THEM :)!! @pocket-lad

#gravity falls g/t #koda moments

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kodared · 9 months ago

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✰ Stanford & Borrower/Anomaly Reader ✰

fears not enough they have to tear him apart.

Chapter 5/?

Wordcount: 2,263/ 12,551

➤ Summary Based on the borrowers of many universes! I hope you enjoy it, and if you don't know about borrowers, let me be your guide into a world I've loved since I was young. ✰Written because I saw the severe lack of borrower content in Gravity Falls fanfic, i hope you enjoy <3 ✰ - ★Updates irregularly! I write when I want ★ ★ - Also on AO3! - ★

“For goodness sake..”

Fiddleford pinched the bridge of his nose and slumped his head as he leaned over his coffee mug.

The borrower tugged their fishhook from Ford's pointer and thumb, looking over his hand now that it was close enough.

Small scars rippled across his knuckles, his fingertips brandished small blisters. They were small enough to be ignored by the human, but they more than likely hurt when he got them.

Now that he was no longer handing you your hook and thread he folded his hands back on the table. His fingers covered the top of his palms.

Speaking of fingers, you had yet to ask him about his extra one. You were going to speak before being startled from your thoughts as you heard a motion behind you.

Turning around you saw Fiddleford grabbing your thimble tenderly with a slow and calculated grip. You still had to physically restrain yourself from flinching regardless of the care she showed.

Fiddlefords expression was still taut. His eyebrows pinched together in a concerned look as he dipped the small thimble into his coffee.

“Like I was tryin’ to say, you're under no obligation to stay near us if ya don’t want to. We ain’t holdin’ you hostage here… Ford.”

You could have sworn he was gritting his teeth as he said the other researcher's name. Ford quickly held his hands up in surrender, making you flinch as Fiddleford set down your thimble again.

“I’m not holding them hostage! I was just giving them a solution that benefitted us both!..”

You walked to the thimble again and picked it up as you walked back to your spot on the table, sitting down you looked into the thimble. Fiddleford’s coffee wasn’t as dark as Fords' was, it was a light brown instead of that dark black you had just drunk moments earlier.

“It don't benefit them none to be trapped here!-.. You just want more notes!”

While the two bickered you took a sip of the coffee Fiddleford gave you.

It was much sweeter than Fords that's for sure. A slight nutty flavor showed itself in the coffee, you didn't know it could have two flavors in one.

You enjoyed it more than Fords’ coffee, you took another large sip before tuning back into the conversation happening just above you.

“They don't have to worry about scavenging for food anymore! I’d say that it's an improvement from hiding in the walls!..”

You sighed and decided to just let them ride the conversation out.

For once they weren’t staring at you so you’d take it as a win.

Lifting the thimble to your mouth again your wrist flared up in pain as you turned it wrong. You honestly almost forgot you were still hurt from earlier in the night in all the commotion.

Unfortunately for you, your wrist decided now would be a marvelous time to give out.

The thimble fell out of your grip as it seized for a moment, drawing the attention back on you. You tried to catch it with your other uninjured hand, only serving to spill it as it fell on the table lying on its side.

Now sporting coffee on your pants and a little on your shirt you stood quickly to not get any more on you.

“Sorry!-.. I didn't mean to drop it-”

You tried to ignore the pain in your wrist and in your flurry of embarrassment, you could feel your ankle also now screaming its protests again as you put most of your weight on it.

Fiddleford seemed the most concerned out of the two. His hand instinctually reached towards you as you staggered a bit to regain your footing with your injured ankle.

“Yer alright! Are ya hurt anywhere? Your hands shakin’ an ya don't look too steady there-”

Ford didn't reach for you but he did hold his hand up to stop Fiddleford from reaching any closer. Noticing how you leaned away from his approaching hand.

“...When I put you in the jar did you land on anything weird?”

You didn't have the energy to lie to him. He was as wise as ever as he watched you struggle to stay standing.

You refused to sit down though. Your shirt and pants were still covered in coffee as you tried to wring some of it from your shirt.

“I landed on my ankle and wrist but they were already hurt.”

You didn’t mean to sound so agitated, but the pain was slowly growing more present the longer you stood.

Fiddleford took the initiative and stood from the table, grabbing a paper towel before holding it out to you.

“How’d ya injure them?”

You hesitantly took the paper towel from Fiddleford and tried to wipe off most of the coffee. Deciding it was useless you set it on the table, opting to help clean it off the countertop you spilled it on.

You shrugged.

“Getting supplies,”

It wasn’t entirely a lie. You had been out gathering when Ford first saw you, making you fall off your thread.

Of course, it also didn't help being repeatedly grabbed by the researcher, only furthering the pain in your ankle after you ran into him properly.

Ford took notice of the way your eyes occasionally flickered toward him. Taking the hint that he had something to do with how injured you were.

He didn’t like the feeling of guilt swirling in his gut.

He was a researcher. He wasn’t meant to feel bad for gathering data in the name of science. So why was it that every time you recoiled he remembered just how hard you fought against his hands mere hours ago? The way you still even now flinched back from his hand like he was going to grab you.

He didn’t like feeling guilty. Not one bit. Especially when he was discovering such an innovative species.

He stood from the table and didn't miss the way you staggered back a bit and closer to Fiddleford. Walking to one of his shelves he grabbed a small first aid kit.

You watched as the six-fingered researcher set down the tin container, exuding more care than he had shown to be capable of.

You could feel Fiddlefords anxious eyes still on you as your leg still struggled to hold your weight. To help he moved his hand to you again, his pointer just barely grazing your back.

The second his pointer touched your back you pulled your needle from your hip. Stabbing his finger. His yelp went unheard as adrenaline pumped back into your brain.

Cornered. You were cornered.

Unsafe. Nothing about this situation was safe.

Fiddleford stuck his pointer finger in his mouth briefly to stifle the pain. Seeing the anxiety he had spent so long to help go away returned in an instant.

He didn’t reach his hand to you again, his other hand held up in surrender.

“Yer alright!.. Didn’ mean to startle you, sit down yer shakin’ like a leaf..”

Lies. He was lying. Instinct flooded your mind and fueled your legs as you took a step away from Fiddleford.

Realizing you were now closer to Ford you whipped your head around to look at him. His eyes were wide with both fascination and concern.

He had no reason to be concerned unless he was worried you were going to take off. You kept your eyes glued to his hands. Still placed on top of the first aid kit he was about to open.

“Calm down, please. We’re not going to grab you. We want to help,”

Oh, now you were for sure convinced he was lying. Both of them were.

They just wanted to put you back in the jar. To study you.

Your breathing grew quicker as you glanced at the horrid glass prison just to the right of you.

Ford was quick to meet your gaze. His eyebrows furrowed before reaching for it.

You were going to take off into the wall before seeing him pick it up and set it on the ground.

Moving it out of your sight before he kicked it away. The glass makes a hollow clink before rolling deeper into the kitchen.

“...I want to help.”

His hands unclasped the first aid kit as he rifled around inside. The lid blocked your view of what he was doing.

Fiddleford pushed something closer to you and as you turned your head you saw what it was.

A small glass was turned on its rim. Leaving only the bottom of the glass resting up.

It reminded you of the makeshift table and chair in your room. Just larger and glass.

“We won't touch ya, but please sit.”

The way your body shook made you nauseous. You didn't like being thrown in a whirlwind of emotions.

Instinct told you to run. To hide in the safety of the walls.

…But Fiddleford looked so concerned.

Ford pulled out two bandaids and a small toothpick from the first aid kit. Motioning with his eyes for you to sit on the glass.

You kept telling yourself you weren’t doing it because he wanted you to, but in truth, you wanted his help.

You were mentally and physically exhausted. Tired of fighting all your life.

So for the first time in a long time, you listened and sat on the makeshift chair.

Both of the humans seemed to relax now that you were sitting. Your shaking legs and aching ankle thank you as well.

You sheathed your needle and glanced curiously to see fiddlefords stabbed finger.

A small dot of blood showed on his finger, but he didn't look mad.

He still had that sickening sweet look on his face as he saw you relax briefly.

Drawing your attention back to the present you heard Ford unwrapping the two bandaids.

“Can you roll up your pant leg, please? I can splint your ankle, your wrist you’ll have to wrap,”

You physically tensed up again at the mention of him wrapping your ankle. Before you could speak fiddleford was quick to console you.

“We’re not gonna grab ya sweet pea, just gotta properly set your ankle..”

His hand twitched up from its resting spot on the table before settling again. If you weren’t so adverse to touch no doubt he would be trying to rub your back.

Unsure if you wanted to place your trust in them yet, you hesitated.

Ford watched you curiously as you internally debated with yourself. Before ultimately deciding to roll up your pant leg.

Small scars littered your skin underneath, if Ford noticed he didn't say anything. Most were from rough tumbles in the forest, and one or two were from predators you had to escape.

You thought the bruises on your ribs would be just another scar and you could move on from your human encounter.

…You never expected this to be the result.

Fords eyes relaxed a bit as he carefully reached for your leg. His pointer guided your knee up as he first assessed the damage.

“Hm. Nothing looks broken.. You were lucky,”

He let go and you tried not to think about the warmth that radiated from his pointer finger. Once uncomfortable and suffocating, now provided you with a strange comfort.

You pushed that thought from your mind as he snapped the toothpick and moved for your ankle again.

The snap makes you tense before feeling his thumb and pointer holding your leg still.

His thumb gently mimicked a motion you could only describe as a pet to calm you down. You wished it didn’t in all honesty, but who were you to deny yourself a bit of comfort.

He gently wrapped your ankle in a thick gauze before positioning the toothpick.

“How does that feel? Think you could walk with it?”

He held the makeshift splint there while you looked at his work so far. It wasn’t terribly uncomfortable, but it would make borrowing a bit harder.

“…It feels fine..”

He gave an approving nod before solidifying the splint with another bandaid. Being careful to not pull it too tight.

“you feelin’ any better?”

Fiddleford tilted his head a bit, trying to gauge your reaction as you looked at the splint.

“,.Why are you helping me?”

Both humans looked a bit confused. Ford busying his hands with unwrapping another bandaid for your wrist.

“Whaddya mean?”

Fiddlefords eyebrows pinched together in concern and worry. Pushing up his glasses a bit in a nervous fidget.

You were growing more frustrated with the humans dancing around the subject.

“You’re researchers!… I’m a.. An unknown anamoly!… This- i shouldn’t even-,”

You put your head in your hands for a moment, ignoring the throbbing pain that shot through your wrist.

“In the deal you only agreed to feed me and house me. You didn’t say anything about patching me up. Why? Why help me if you can’t get anything out of it? because if this is some way to get me to be indebted to you it’s not going-..”

Ford had an achingly painful look on his face. Almost one of familiarity.

“We’re helping because we care. I do apologize for my previous impression, I was cruel.”

Ford finished unwrapping the bandaid and held it out to you. You could feel your body tensing up again.

“…You dont.. Have to stay if you don’t wish to. I can always leave bandaids out for you later.”

You didn’t say anything as you reached for the bandaid, and ford didn’t say anything as you let one of your hands briefly touch his fingers.

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