A/N: Happy Forduary, my Faller friends (woah, the unintentional alliteration...)! Week 3's prompt was "trust", so I decided to write a bit of insane Ford's perspective. This takes place during the last few pages of Ford's story in Journal 3, right before he calls Stan to Gravity Falls. I tried to capture the disjointed and paranoid feel of the book, and it was interesting writing as Ford.

Anyway, enjoy!

My pen flies across the bloodstained parchment, each letter I write becoming more and more illegible. I have to get it down. It has be known. Before… before HE can stop me from doing it.

If it's written down, maybe someone, anyone, can save themselves from the same fate. Because I know I'm already too far gone.

It was the diner. The diner was the last shred of my sanity. I thought I was safe there, but… all those eyes. Watching my every move. They know. They know everything.

It's no longer safe anywhere.

My aching hand scribbles the final few words. "Remember- in Gravity Falls, there is no one you can trust. TRUST NO ONE!"

The voices in my ears turn to a roar at that last statement. He knows. He saw what I wrote. Breathing much too heavy, I slam the book shut, leaning back in my chair. My eyes are begging me to just let them close, but I can't. Every time I do, more of those horrid writings show up in the book. All it takes is one minute, just one single minute of sleep to bring about the end of the world.

And now, I can't even go to the diner for my usual coffee boost. I can't go anywhere. I could try to hide the book… no, I've already tried that too many times. He knows all my hiding places.

I run my fingers through my unkempt hair, rocking back and forth on the small desk chair. Just stay awake. Stay. Awake.

My left eye begins burning. No. No. Not now. Whenever that happens… that's when he comes. But he can't come. I've long since given up trust in him.

I've long since given up trust in anyone.

But it's futile. The last thing I see before blacking out is the red filling my vision as my eye begins to bleed onto my desk once again.

-0-

No! Anything but this! I was only asleep for twelve minutes. Twelve. Minutes. And there's a whole new slew of cryptic illustrations and indecipherable symbols. This is it. This has to end. If I let him do this any longer… who knows what will happen to the universe.

Even though my limbs are far too deprived of energy, I force myself up and stumble to the elevator. Something. I have to do something. The tape holding my eyelids open will only work for so long.

Upstairs, my former living spaces have long since been overrun with loose papers and all manner of disarray. Not knowing what I'm even looking for, I begin throwing items about. I have to have something in here that can keep me awake.

A small paper catches my eye. It's a postcard for Gravity Falls. Why do I have a postcard for the town I live in? Why is it here, buried under endless incoherent ramblings and sketches I'm only 90 percent sure I didn't draw?

I need help.

Help from someone I can trust. Someone who knows nothing of the grave mistakes I've made. Someone who is good at hiding the evidence…

Barely even registering the weight of the pen in my hand, I scrawl the only three words that manage to emerge through my shattered mind.

"PLEASE COME! -FORD"