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More Wendigo!Stan ramblings cause the AU is not leaving my mind anytime soon:

Stan thought quite long and hard about where to go. America wasn't lacking in untouched wilderness, but a lot of places were still considered great for hikes.

So, he does something he didn't expect he would ever do. Research. Sue him, he didn't want to eat anybody else cause he lost control.

So, while still coasting on the energy reserves from his last unfortunate human meal (hopefully), he scoured a few libraries for hiking guides, marking every area mentioned on the map he used for marking which states he was banned in. Until he was left with just a few places that were never mentioned, but still seemed to have quite an extensive wilderness. Seems like he would be going to Oregon.

It took almost too long to reach the forest, and even longer to get his trusted car to his chosen new home. The old lady just wasn't build for rough terrain, but she was as stubborn as her owner.

Didn't take long for Stan to meet the local weird wildlife. Turns out gnomes taste surprisingly good. And that they could be lured closer with mushrooms.

At this point he's pretty much accepted he would never see his family again. That he would be unable to tell his brother how sorry he is. Or his mum how much he loved her.

The hunger was his only companion now, and without any humans nearby to stave it off, it became even more all-consuming, though Stan held on to what's left of his humanity as much as he could. He wouldn't risk mauling some unfortunate hiker who didn't research his hiking route. He couldn't. Not again. Never again. He still feels bad about the humanoid creatures he encountered there, but they at least were more able to defend themselves. (He still felt bad though)

Meanwhile, Ford's been in Gravity Falls for a few years, loosing the battle agains Bill, and on the verge of a full-on mental breakdown. So, he ventures out to the weird mailbox in the woods to try and mail the postcard to Stan and the card disappears (and is probably delivered? He hopes?) but then it gives a ding and he pulls out a crinkled paper and an old map. The note just questions Ford why he couldn't just mail the damn letter to the recipient himself, considering he's like, in the same area.

And the map is of gravity falls and its surroundings, with an area circled and an arrow pointing at it.

Ford squints very confused at the map for a minute before the screaming starts.

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Because there aren't enough Gravity Falls AU that put Stan through the wringer and people like @dark-lord-of-awesomeness inspired me with all of their own AU's, I've decided to add to his suffering with my own AU idea.

Wendigo!Stan

Wendigos, in some mythologies, were once human who had to result to cannibalism through one reason or the other. I'm putting my own spin on it, so it's not fully sticking to the known mythology.

Stan is very good at ignoring red flags. After all, if he doesn't acknowledge something, it isn't real right?

So he ignores the fact that he has no money and tells himself that it won't be much longer until he has the million and then he can get Ford back.

He dismisses the danger he is in after borrowing money from Rico, because he will make it big and pay it back! With interest even!

He waves the nagging suspicion away that he will collapse soon, because he just ate 5 days ago and can last a bit longer. He needs the money for more important things after all.

All that leaves him in quite a pickle, when Rico does catch him before he has his money and stuffs him, as well as another unfortunate sad-sack, in the trunk of a very beat up truck and drives of into the desert.

Stan's pleading falls on deaf ears, and the only thing he can hear himself is the laboured breathing of the other guy, the crack of a gunshot and a hand patting the roof of the trunk before another car drives off into the distance.

Leaving them trapped in the trunk, being cooked alive.

Stan chews his way out, but too late to save the other guy.

He is alone, in the middle of a desert, spitting broken teeth into the dry sand, with a corpse and car with a leaking gas-tank. On the brink of starvation. Not great.

He knows he was as good as dead. He has made it out, but he is starving, the next city is nowhere in sight and there is no food.

The soon-to-be-dead man sat in the car's shade for a long time before he makes a decision.

He wouldn't die today. He couldn't. He still has to make it up to Ford.

Stan doesn't really remember what came after that. (He remembered each bite.)

But somehow he made it to the next city. He even got back to the Stanmobile, and he booked it as fast as he could, as far as he could. Tried to forget about what he had to do out there. How the vultures picked clean th-

Stanley Pines is good at ignoring many kinds of red flags.

The constant hunger that nagged at him was normal, he went hungry all the time. Maybe he just managed to steal the shittiest gas station sandwiches, those with the super cheap veggies that were already on the verge of being tossed or something.

He ignored how his frame became almost skeletal. Fat gained from unhealthy meals melted away, leaving gaunt cheeks, prominent ribs, and the need to tie his pants with an old frayed rope so he wouldn't loose them.

He ignored how only meat seemed to at least reduce a fraction of that nagging hunger.

He absolutely ignored what happened with that roadkill the other day.

What he couldn't ignore anymore though, was what happened after Rico found him again.

How his body stretched, how his head hurt, how the man actually flinched back in fear at whatever he saw, how Stan's mind was screaming at him, to rip, to tear, to devourer the other.

What he couldn't ignore anymore, was how the hunger, his constant companion, actually lessened.

What he couldn't ignore anymore, was how he suddenly was back to his normal height, his jacket full of holes along the spine. His shoes absolutely busted.

What he couldn't ignore anymore, was how the hand, that Rico shattered with a gunshot, healed itself after just a few days.

So he runs. Because outrunning and ignoring his problems always worked right?

He runs until the hunger turns into agony, and tries to forget each incident when was stopped from running, be it by foes, by police, by random people.

Until he decides to ditch civilization all together. Because if he is in the woods, he can't hurt people. Just animals. And that had to be enough.

Until he found a postcard on the passenger seat of his car.

Please come!

-Ford

Edit: There I go and make a new blog to keep my own ramblings on a separate blog, only to accidentally post it to my everything goes blog, whoops xD

Future AU ramblings will be here: @rextrafansrambles