HAT: Sorry this came out late. It's my birthday and I haven't exactly gotten the chance to be on the computer pretty much all day... yeah- on the bright side the newest episode came out on my birthday! Anyway, enjoy this new story! If Alex Hirsch is reading- thank you for the amazing and not on purpose birthday present!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls or it's characters and I do not own the concept of Blind Faith, just the general plot (kind of).

Eyes.

Everywhere.

Watching him.

That's the first thing that Stanford woke up to and he hated it. Sure, it was pretty blurred, but he can still see it all nonetheless. It's bad enough that back in his dimension that he had Bill's voice in his head at all times whispering things and making him have nightmares every time he went into sleep. This just takes the cake in making the works around him seem even more dangerous. And not to mention his brother- his brother!

Stanford immediately twists his torso to look behind him since he can't see his twin in front of him and nearly snaps his neck in attempt to make out the shape nearby and nearly sighs in relief at seeing his brother. He scrambles over and checks his breathing first and then his eyes lock onto the burn on Stanley's shoulder and bile rises in his throat and guilt wells in his chest because he knows that he's the one that did this to his brother.

"Ngh," Stanley groans, the beginnings of a two minute- at the longest- arousing period.

Immediately Stanford thinks of Fiddleford and how insane he went after a few seconds in here- and he can see why- and despite how he bears a little ill will towards his brother, he doesn't want him to go insane. He crouches in front of his brother and twenty seconds later the larger man begins to sit up and his eyes begin to flutter, but they aren't open yet.

Stanford lunges forward and covers his brother's upper face with his hand and shouts, "Don't open your eyes!"

"Stanford? What's going on? Why-?"

"Nothing," Stanford quickly lies, causing his brother to frown.

"We both know I'm the better liar. What's really going on?"

Stanford internally wrestles with telling his twin the truth, but sighs. "A few months ago my assistant-mechanic got his head in here for a few seconds and went insane, I don't want that happening to you."

"What about you?"

"My glasses came off and I can't find them so it shouldn't affect me like it did him," Stanley says, though when he thinks back he realizes that Fiddleford's glasses came off as well. No need to mention that, but there's still the thing with Stanford's near-perfect vision. "I'll be fine."

"O-okay..."

"Keep your eyes closed, promise?"

"'Ford, I don't see why-"

"Promise," Stanford repeats with a little of his stress and desperation seeping into his voice.

Stanley's frown deepens before he heaves a sigh. "Promise."

Stanford rips off the bottom of his trench coat and wraps the thick cloth around Stanley's eyes- it wound around his eyes multiple times, surprisingly- and then waves his hands in front of the newly blinded man's face. "Can you see that?"

"No, it's kind of hard to open my eyes with the fabric over my eyes," he replies sarcastically.

"Good, good," Stanford murmurs and tries not to focus on the eyes surrounding them. "Now for that burn-"

"Where are we?"

Stanford rubs the back of his head. "A- uh- a cave... relatively dark, but there's some light from a few stones."

And eyes everywhere.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Stanford lies only to receive another frown. "Please don't ask about stuff like that."

"I'm just concerned over my brother- forgive me for being a half-decent human being," Stanley snaps before pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing. "Sorry... Any water or anything like that?"

"No, just rock and useless papers and junk," Stanford replies only to get hit in the chest. "Ouch, what's that for?"

"That can be used for fire, dumb ass! Go get it!" It takes a few minutes of fumbling around without trying to see the eyes staring at him to get all the paper he can see and he rushes over to his brother. Stanley reaches out for the paper and once it's given to him he puts them in his inside jacket pocket and them pulls out a knife from is right back pocket with a quiet hiss of pain and pulls out a swiss army knife and then holds it out to his twin. "I won't have much use for it since I can't use my eyes anymore, so you keep it and use it."

Stanford takes the multi-purpose device and pits it into his pocket. "Now about that burn-"

"'Ford, there's really nothing we can do about that if we don't have medicine or anything. Just leave it alone and we'll walk and try to find something."

There's no arguing with that logic so Stanford sighs. "Let's go."

Into this deep dark hole full of prying eyes.

Stanley: ... we're screwed.

HAT: Yep.

Stanley: Review. *walks out* Hey, 'Ford!

HAT: NO! *tackles Stanley* It's my birthday!

Stanley: *stops and sighs* Fine...

HAT: Thank you! And for my birthday present?

Stanley: *sighs* Fine... *hugs her* Happy?

HAT: Yes! Now for the others!