Gravity falls and all characters belong to Alex Hirsch & Disney
Truth AU belongs to Phoenix
Welp. This is my first attempt at a GF fanfic and my own Gravity falls AU. Let me explain the Truth AU real quick. The Truth AU is an AU of gravity falls where no one lied. The main two examples are Stan didn't lie to Ford about breaking his machine and Bill didn't lie to Ford about well... being evil. Fun.
Enjoy
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Stanford growled at himself, slamming his six-fingered hand against a chalkboard in front of him. Everything was so close, yet so far. It happened on a daily bases. He would fine a clue, follow it, but it only head to a thousand more questions. Where were the answers?
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. 'Calm down,' he told himself. He had Lee and Fiddleford behind him at every step. They would support him in everything he did.
Lee, otherwise known as Stanley, was Ford's twin brother. They did everything together, especially when they were younger. They had planned to sail around the world, finding hidden treasures and cracking secrets together. They guesseda shack in the woods where sightings of abnormal creatures was common worked as well. Stanley loved his twin and would follow him through anything.
Fiddleford was Stanford's best friend through collage. He was a young man that took a knack to mechanics, finding his major there. He stumbled back along the twin's path when they needed help making devices. He was more than happy to help and ended up just moving in.
Ford groaned back in his office. 'You're working yourself to hard' He could hear his brother say, 'you really need to give yourself a break at some point.' Ford stood up and closed a leather journal with a golden hand with the number one painted onto the palm. He set it into his inner vest pocket and walked out of his office.
The wood beneath him shook and groaned under his weight. The home was otherwise silent, the chirps of crickets outside. It wasnear midnight and the other two men were fast asleep. He walked into the kitchen, leaving a note for the other two men in the house that he was going out.
The front door groaned when opened. Ford stepped out before closing the oak door, locking it behind him. He reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a sketched map of the surrounding words. Where hasn't he explored yet? Earlier that day, he had heard word of ancient runes in the cliff sides of the valley. Looks like he knew where he was going.
The journey had been long and tiring. The sun was nearly peaking above the treetops when he had barely reached the cliffs' feet. Ford sighed and stared up, "That's… a long way up." He muttered to himself, taking his first steps up the trail. His feet ached; he had been walking for hours. Snow crunched under his boots. He let out a sign of visible water vapor. Shivering, he ducked into a nearby cave to escape the chill of the winter air.
Lighting a lantern, his eyes widened in amaze. Runes and symbols lined the caves. His feet slowly started to work, his steps echoing through the cavern. His eyes scanned the symbols, trying to decipher what secrets they held.
Per usual, the longer he walked, more questioned aroused. The inscription spoke of a being with answers with constant warnings. Do not summon. Do not trust. He eventually found a picture of humans cowering in fear of what looked like a triangle with a top hat and bowtie. It was staring down at them, rather amused. How curious. Ford frowned at the sight. His studies were currently in a roadblock and he could use a simple push in the right direction. He sighed and set the lantern down, making sure it was at a safe distance from anything flammable.
"Read inscription, ask creature for answers." He mumbled to himself, eyes flicking over the runes, "simple." He simply began reading, it was all going well before he groaned and fell onto his knees. His skin felt like fire. Everything was burning as he felt himself start screaming, runes not on the walls. He was terrified, eyes wide when it all just stopped.
He gasped as his eyes came into focus. Where…. Where was it? Where was this 'horrible' creature these runes has warned him against? Ford groaned with a roll of his eyes. Of course it was fake. He gathered up his small amount of belongings before making the long trek home. He opened up his map, scribbling the new cave into the paper to keep busy.
About half way back, he couldn't help but yawn. He had stayed up all night and had taken a long journey up to the cliffs. He plopped down against a tree. He pulled his journal out of his pocket before reviewing his notes from the past year.
He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he was amazed when he did. Scrolls, books and memos full of information he had never seen. The sound of a booming clock pounded in his ear drums. He subconsciously started to walk forwards, looking around at different files. He eventually took it out of the air and read it to himself. Magic. Humans learning magic… This was amazing! Incredible! He only got a few sentences in when he saw a small shadow of a triangle on the paper. He turned around sharply to see…
"Hiya, smart guy!" A golden triangle creature yelled at him, waving with energy. Ford flinched away slightly as it floated up to him, much to its amusement. "Whoa!" It chirped with a laugh, "Don't have a heart attack, you're not ninety two yet!"
Ford stared in shock, adjusting his glasses. He almost reached out to prod at the creature when he realized it was intelligent and would probably take either offence or question him. Avoiding that embarrassment, he cleared his throat, "What… Who are you?"
The smaller tilted his hat, closing its single eye in respect, "Name's Bill!" His eye opened back up as his hat floated up to above the top vertices, "And you're Stanford Pines, anomaly extrodanare." It chirped. He then stood up straight, arms crossed proudly at Ford's minor shock.
"H-how did you know that?" He spat. He never told anyone about his studies… Did Lee or Fiddleford tell anyone?
"Oh, I know lots of things!" Bill countered, practically smiling. Ford observed he must be using some kind of telepathy due to a missing oral cavity. Bill tapped his head, regaining his attention. "I'm a muse." He simply spoke, "It's my job to inspire people and help them with whatever they wish to achieve." He raised a brow, hands on his… hips… vertices… vertices works,(AN: Writing for a triangle sucks.) "I will say, yours is the most…" His eye flashed blue, "Innocent in a while." His arms fell lax and the color faded away from his iris, "That's no trouble though."
Ford frowned, "What is that supposed to mean?" He asked, cautious about the statement.
Bill chuffed at his response, "Boy, you're a cautious one. Try to let back on that. Life is living to the fullest and taking risks, y'know?" He slowly blinked. "Anyways," He flicked the previous idea away with a turn of his wrist, "It's nothing important, Sixer. Now then!" He summoned a black cane, leaning against it, "Tell me about yourself. What do you wish to know?"
Ford couldn't help but smile slightly. This weird, two dimensional creature was just… easy to talk too. "My research team and I have been studying the unusual sightings here in Gravity Falls." He hummed, rubbing his chin absentmindedly, "If you can count my twin and collage friend as a research team…" He then perked back up, almost like a small child telling a parent about their first day of school, "We've gotten very far, we just can't decide what actually caused their appearance in the first place." He reached up and rubbed at his head, "Was it a mutation or an unearthly cause..?" He mumbled to himself.
Ford flushed slightly at Bill's returning laughter, "Stop, stop! You're killing me!" He cried, wiping a tear from his eye. "You're going too fast." He summoned a chess table and chairs for the two to sit in. "Have a cup of tea." He spoke, pouring his companion a glass. Ford slowly took it and sat down, moving a piece. Half way through the game, Bill spoke again, "Let me answer that with another question; what's the last thing you would expect it to be?"
Ford frowned, confused by the question. "The last thing I would expect it to be?" He echoed the question, moving a rook, "I… I don't know. I would have to think about it."
"Tell you what!" Bill chimed loudly, moving a bishop and taking the previously moved rook. "I'll make you a deal. I'm feeling generous today," He explained, "I'll help you learn anything you want to know in exchange with a free access to your mind at all times." He shut his eye, thinking over the terms, "I will even swear not to touch anything. I just wanna keep a close watch on you. And to keep in easy communication." He explained his terms.
Ford frowned, weighing his options. Partnership with a muse didn't sound that bad. He watched as the other's hand lit up in blue flames, "Just let me into your mind, Stanford." He spoke, reaching over.
Ford slowly reached over, testing the flame's heat. It wasn't hot at all; the only feeling was a small buzz of energy over his skin. He took the other's hand, shaking it with a smile, "From now until forever."
Bill nodded and his eyelid lifted up slightly in his own form of a smile, "Great. I'll keep an eye on your then. You should wake up; your bother is wondering where you are." He spoke, Ford feeling a pulling in his chest.
Ford woke up with a light gasp. He reached down to recover his glasses which had fallen in his sleep. He looked down at a small message engraved into his wrist. 'I'm still watching – Bill'. He stared in shock. He then smiled in joy. It was real! Rested and full of energy, he hopped up to his feet and rushed back to the shack.
He slammed the door open, startling both of the men inside. Stanley let out a scream of surprise and tossed a pancake, usually resting in a skillet, up onto the ceiling. Fiddleford, easily the most skittish of the three, yelped loudly, falling out of his chair. "Oh, your back?" he asked, sitting back up, "Where did you g-…" The pancake on the ceiling fell onto his head.
Ford smiled, telling them the tale of his new triangular friend. Fiddleford frowned, "I gotta say… I find that slightly hard to believe."
Stanley only laughed loudly, "Man! That was some dream you had, pointdexter! But, hey." He shrugged, "I've seen some crazy things here. If you think a weird triangle dream thing is one of them, I'll believe you."
Ford smiled at his twin, "Right. We should continue our studies with the help of our new friend."
Years had passed. Ford never felt ready to publish his findings to the world. He never felt they were done. The trio eventually ran out of funds. "Let me turn the sunroom into a tourist attrition." Stan suggested. A few weeks later with a few renovations, the Mystery Shack was born. Attractions consisted of tamed creatures that lived in the forest. The shack acted almost as a sanctuary for them.
Half a decade later, they found a scroll that caught Bill' eyes. "Oh! A binding spell." He cried out, snatching it from Ford's hands. "They're pretty useful." He commented, eye scanning over the runes, "They're used to bind something to an object." He perked up, handing it back, "Say, maybe we could use this badboy to get me into your world." Ford immediately agreed. Bill quickly became friends with Stan and Fiddleford. He spent his spare time coming up with riddles and puzzles for Fiddleford and pranks to pull with Stan. He had actually become quite popular in the Mystery shack; the creature that knows everything, they called him. The rest of the time he spend downstairs in the basement with Ford.
Even more time passes. The phone rang around seven thirty P.M. The sun was just beginning to set. "I got it!" Stan yelled to his housemates. He lifted it off the receiver and put the plastic shell to his ear, "Pines residence; Stanley speaking." He perked up with a smile, "You want the kids to stay here at the shack for the summer?" His smile only grew, "Of course! I haven't seen Dipper and Mabel since they were born! I'll set up a room for them right away… of course. Bye." He hung up the phone. He rushed into another room with the other scientists, he cried, "Sixer! Fiddleford! You won't believe this!"
Hello, dear reader.
I would love feedback for this if anyone would care to give me a small note or two. Flames are accepted, any feedback is nice. Just knowing someone put their time in to read my work puts a warmth in my heart c:
I'm already working on a first chapter so expect that soon.
Chao~
-Phoenix
