Alright then, if you're reading this it's A) because you clicked on it in a relevant comment chain with the mention of the aforementioned ship or B) because somehow you found it, although I don't know how works beyond edgy 13 year olds posting their self-insert Mary Sue stories that are decidedly not the kind of thing I like to read. Although, 4chan isn't exactly high art, so I won't judge.

Anyway, I need to warn you that I write how I talk; with a lot of rambling. So, introductory paragraphs out of the way I present to you the greatest ship in the Gravity Falls fandom ever to be born out of a picture on Twitter:

GidGrunkCifica

It had been a rough few months for "Lil" Gideon Gleeful. Combined with the huge gaps between new episodes, he had been stuck in adult jail as a nine year old. Luckily, the soap was on small ropes attached to the walls and the Gravity Falls Penitentiary was decidedly soft on inmates. Even inmates that had planted cameras on, in order to spy on, the entire town. He sat on his bunk staring at the other poster on the wall, the one that made it look like his cell had a window and it was dark outside. Reclining to a laying position he slipped into his second revenge fantasy of the evening, and, just before he could blast Dipper Pines' head into oblivion and begin carving all kinds of things into the boys' remaining skull bits before marrying Mabel Pines and living happily ever after a fresh thought came into his mind.

OK Gideon He thought the last few times you've gone after those twins you've only targeted their family and the Mystery Shack as one specific entity, in order to gain the journals. What if, he began to grin at his own supposed brilliance, there was some way to drag that darned Stanford's reputation so far down he'll be the one in jail. . .

At this, he took a little time out of thinking to laugh evilly then went into a somewhat deeper phase of planning. Of course, highest on the agenda was getting out of jail but the mayor hadn't died yet since this is set before The Stanchurian Candidate, so he'd have to either resort to using the one-time use mind control spell he had hidden in his ridiculously over-done hair, or find a way to bring his targets to him. The first, of course, was Stanford Pines (or, to those of us in-the-know, Stanley but our good buddy Gideon here doesn't know that) and the second was a little up in the air. First he needed to ensure something, then they would be finalised but it could easily work with two other townsfolk. As he yelled for the guard to bring his laptop so he could give his father a call, gears whirred and cogs slotted together in his somewhat overdeveloped brain. Yes he smirked to himself this'll work. . .

Bud Gleeful saw the logo for the Earthpe (dumb name I know, but I can't think of any better Skype knock-off names right now) call pop up in the corner of his screen before he heard the ringtone flash out. He had been browsing Alanslist (I know, I know) for a new promotional tool to replace the giant balloon dollar sign he had lost. Still looking for something as flashy, and as particularly worded. . .

He jumped at the sight. Then he saw who it was coming from, and jumped a second time so that now his skin was at least a few feet from the rest of his body. He began to sweat profusely and used his large, hammy finger on the touchpad to move the cursor from a decent looking balloon that had a few minutes left until it was sold to click on the answer button. Upon answering, he wasn't sure if the ominous music was being played from his sons' end, his own, or was added in post-production to make the scene seem scarier – I mean, Gideon on his own isn't really all that intimidating.

"W-why hey there son!" he managed to stammer out, before the demon-spawn he had somehow conceived butted in and took control of the conversation.

Gideon seemed exasperated that his father wanted to actually try and have a chat after they hadn't talked in so long, and immediately launched into his orders.

"Daddy, I've come up with a new plan. I'll give you more of the details when you call me back, but by this time tomorrow I expect to know what kind of relationship Dipper Pines and Pacifica Northwest have. Do I make myself clear?"

It had been a fair few calls since Bud had tried to comment on anything his son was saying while he was talking, so instead he sat in silence and tried to think about what he would do to appease his son. However, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to check up on the relationship of two twelve year olds, and he asked how he might do this.

"Play yourself sympathetic. Get those twins to think you're torn up that you don't get to see your precious son, and then they'll get close to you. Come on Daddy, I swear sometimes I give you too much credit – you'll figure it out"

With that, Gideon ended the call. The guard tried to take back the laptop, but Gideon hissed at him and kept it, using the installed programs to draw up the rest of his plans for the next few hours. Bud sat and stared at the "call ended" screen for a little while. He thought about how terribly his son treated those around him, and wondered what he would do about it. For now, though, he needed to get close to the Pines and he wouldn't have to pretend to be torn up to get to them.

END PART ONE

There we go then, I had planned on uploading this as one huge thing but I think this is a nice place to stop for the moment. Since I tend to work on things in a single-minded nature for a while before forgetting about them, you could either see the next part soon or never.