Hello! Yes, this is another Gravity Falls fanfiction, but I don't care. I love the show so yeah. Anyways I'm aware there might be similar ones to this, but I tried my best to be original. Feel free to comment and give suggestions! Still a new writer here, so it helps! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Gravity Falls nor anything else related to it.

Chapter 1: Night Terrors

Run. That was the first thought to come to his mind. He didn't what he's running from, but he knows it means danger. He passed through the woods at a high speed. Looking behind him, he could see the monstrosity of a creature advancing on him. Its glowing eyes fixated on him like he was a mouse and it was a cat. Once the pounding footsteps from the creature died down, he slowed his pace gasping for air. Who knows how long he was running. He was suddenly encased in darkness by a shadow. He turned around, full of fear. The creature stared down at him. In a sudden motion, it raised its claws that are sharp as knives. It brought it's claws down on him and-

Ford woke up and let out a small cry. He sat up, panting, and wiped the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. It's only a dream Stanford, only a dream... He got up and sat on the edge of his bed trying to calm his senses. He and Stanley got back from their travels on the Stan-o-War not to long ago. The kids were coming over to Gravity Falls for their second summer and, of course, they wanted to be there when they arrived. They had got here about a week ago to get settled in before their arrival. Soos, being the loyal handyman and now the new Mr. Mystery, let them stay in the shack as well as the kids.

It seemed like everything in his life couldn't be better. He got his brother back, had people who cared for him, and defeated Bill for good. But every night since Weirdmaggedon, he has been haunted by his past mistakes and what had happened, and it just so happens to be in the form of nightmares. The worst part, though, is the fact that they are getting worse and worse every time.

Running a shaky six-fingered hand through his hair with a sigh , he got up from his bed to go retrieve some warm milk to help him sleep. It has worked for him as long as he could remember. Something about the warmth of the milk and the slight hum to the microwave as he made it washed any of his leftover paranoia away. Just as he started to make his way to the kitchen, he couldn't help but take the long trip and pass by his brother's room just to check on him.

The door opened with a rather loud creak. Ford winced as he spared a glance at Stanley, sleeping it off like nothing. He mentally noted to fix the door later on his spare time. He stood there at the door frame, listening to his brother's snoring. Once he was convinced that he was ok, (Also the extra time just listening to his snores 'cause why the heck not?) Ford slowly turned around ready to leave when-

"eh.. Ford? What-yawn-what are you doing here?" A familiar voice grumbled. Shoot… Ford halted in his tracks and slowly turned around. Stan was sitting up now, rubbing his tired eyes before putting on his glasses.

"I..um…" He quickly fixed up a lie. He wasn't going to tell him the real reason. Fat chance. "I was going to get milk and I wanted to know if you wanted some." Ford put on the most convincing smile he could manage.

"Ford. It's..." Stan glanced at the clock. "... 2:35 in the morning."

"I.. Um.. Well you never know, you might of waken up at this time if I didn't wake you up and wanted milk." Ford shrugged dismissively followed by a nervous chuckle.

His twin squinted. " What are you really here for?"

Ford's shoulders dropped in defeat. Of course Stan would be suspicious. He rubbed his arm and averted his gaze. Ford mumbled a response.

"Huh? You have to speak louder than that."

Another mumble but a bit louder.

"What was that?"

"I had nightmare and I went to go check on you." He finally said rather quickly, squeezing his eyes shut. His face flushed with embarrassment. Not like you can do anything to help…

Stan's gaze softened with empathy. He had already knew that his brother has been suffering from nightmares. Ford would wake up screaming and looking like he saw a ghost. Scratch that, a whole horde of ghosts. Every time he asked about it the morning after, Ford would just shrug it off as his imagination or make up some excuse. He was seriously worried about him.

"Ford…"

"Well enough about that. So… do you want milk though? I was actually going to get some milk to help me sleep," Ford said with a shrug lifting his arms, eyes now open.

Stan sighed. It was obvious Ford didn't want any help. Might as well humor him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Yeah, yeah… Sure. But I'm not happy that you woke me up at like 2 in the morning when you know we have to pick up the kids from bus stop at 7."

Ford looked visibly relieved. He gave Stan a thankful smile before leaving to get the milk.

~Time Skip~

After Ford gave Stan his glass of milk, he headed back to his own room while sipping his glass of warm milk.

Once he reached his room, he felt the milk start taking effect. He went over to his bed with a quiet yawn. Ford took off his glasses he didn't realize he had on while getting into bed. Stan did have a point. They would have to get up really early to get everything ready for the kids. It would be nothing but smart to get as much sleep the night beford. (Sorry, I had to.)

With the thought of seeing the twins tomorrow in his mind, he drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

Welp, there's the first chapter of many. I am thinking of doing like 5 to 10. But let's just see how it goes. On another note, like my pun? No? Well I couldn't resist so deal with it. Well, all reviews are appreciated and stay cool!