Never in my life, would I think that the shapeshifter would turn out the way it did. When i first found it I had help hatch him, basically raising him as a son...It was so harmless and non-violent back then, but then it changed it was aggressive towards my twin and me, especially our assistant….Being ever more sadistic with him, and we did try to keep it secure without hurting it still needing him-I mean It, for continuing my research…...But did we fuck up bad.
January 20th 1981-Gravity Falls Oregon.
"Hey there fidds, what are you doing?" Stan cooed, leaning over Fiddleford's shoulder as he sits at the dinner table. "Oh! Hey Stan…..wh-what are you doing?" Asks back Fiddleford, While Stan nuzzles his head into his shoulder, making him shudder in delight.
"Trying to have some fun with you…." He gently whispered in his ear, kissing his neck.
"I-I'm trying to write down some multi-dimensional nuclear gravity cod-." "Say is so i can understand it." Stan murmured, as Fiddleford bites his lip trying to push back his creeping blush. "I'm writing down s-some equations for the portal, and i would like to g-get back to continuing it." "Oh, come on Fidds, you have been working to hard….You need to take a break." Stan purred, draping his arms around Fiddleford's shoulders, pecking Fidds neck with kisses.
"S-Stan c-come on." Fiddleford replied, biting his lip harder holding back a moan. Stan hugged Fiddleford's waist, about to continue with Fiddleford but was interrupted by his twins feet stomping up the stairs leading to the basement. "Eh, guys i think i need someone to…...Oh s-sorry i can come back." Gulped Stanford, turning around starting to go back down to basement. "No! No! w-we were j-just…." "Fidds I-It's fine i know what you two were doing, i have no problem with it." Smirks Ford,flushing in embarrassment.
Stan itched the back of his neck. "So, Sixer what were you saying?" Asks Stan. "Before you interrupted us." Mumbling under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest facing his twin.
"I-I need someone to go feed the Shapeshifter, I can't do it today…..i have other things to do." Sighs Ford, rubbing his arm moving his glance from Fidds and Stan to the floor. "It's okay one of us will do it." Stan says, giving Ford a shy smirk moving to the fridge on the other side of the dinner table. "So...I guess Fidds, will have to it." Gulps Stanley, taking a drink from a cold beer.
"W-What why me?" Exclaims Fiddleford, hands on his hips brow curled in confusion and distress.
"Cos, I just started drinking and Ford doing his 'heby jeby' shit." Stan answered, taking another sip of his beverage.
"Its called meditation Stan meditation." Clarified Stanford, glaring at his brother crossing his arms. "Ya,Ya whatever, Pointdexter." Grunted Stan, pretending it's nothing but really he's super worried of all his twins secrets with him, making wanting to gag at even the thought of his own twin being seriously hurt because of them.
"Fiddleford, are you okay with feeding the Shapeshifter?" Calmly asks Ford, uncrossing his arms.
Fiddleford hesitates before answering, ever sense the Shapeshifter became aggressive towards them but even more towards him. every time being even close to the monster made his bone quake in his skin. "Y-Ya I-I think so." Stutters Fiddleford, taking in a deep breath to calm himself down. "Yes I'm sure." He says again, attempting to sound more brave. Stan caught onto his boyfriend's fake bravery. "Are you sure Fidds I can come with you, this beer means nothing more than your safety." He admits, meeting Fiddleford eyes.
"No it's fine, i gotta f-face my fears." Adding a weak smile, making Ford smile back but Stan's worry doesn't falter. "Are you sure Fidds? I mean-."
"Yes,Stan." Huffed Fiddleford, walking over to Stan and pecking him on the cheek, before turning around to Ford. "So, where is the food?" He asks, Smiling a fake grin trying to hide his insecurity's with braveness, calming down Stan's protectiveness over him.
