HERE HAVE SOME MORE NOT WHAT HE SEEMS DRABBLES *throws glitter in your face*
These seem to be getting progressively shorter as I go along... but I'm thinking of starting a drabble collection, because those seem to be popular?
Anyway - this was inspired by a tumblr post that jimsdeadbones had posted in response to an anon ask that had to do with Stanley being the one we see peek out the door in "Time Traveller's Pig", and what if he remembered the twin's voices and recognizes them when he comes out of the portal?
So haha yeah here you go.
Echoes
Stanley hears the boy speak and freezes.
He's heard that voice before. He's certain of it.
Then the girl speaks as well, and that confirms it. He's met these kids before somewhere, as impossible as it seems.
He's been trapped in that portal for who knows how long, though, and Gravity Falls was always a weird town.
But he can remember, however many years ago it was – it had been snowy and cold outside, and he had been taking care of Stan, who had come down with something. Then there had been shouting outside, and he'd opened the door only to find nothing. Later he'd gone back out to find footprints that mysteriously started and ended, inexplicably, as if someone had been…
…Time traveling?
Well, anything was possible in Gravity Falls.
And now the two were beginning to argue again, gesturing at him and Stanford, and Stanley was overcome with even more déjà vu.
They were the same.
"Kids," Stanford is saying, trying to cut into the argument that grows more and more heated by the second. Both the kids have tears glistening in their eyes, and Stanley doesn't know what happened before the portal activated and he stepped back through – back home – but he has a feeling that it's because of the portal that this argument is happening.
"Enough." Stanley doesn't even have to raise his voice for the two to freeze and glance over to him. He shifts unconsciously toward Stanford, a little unused to attention – spending so much time in an alternate reality with no other humans will do that to a guy – but then Stanford clears his throat.
"Kids," he whispers, voice tight. "This is – this is my brother, Stanley. Your – your grandfather."
The explosive outburst was to be expected.
And sure, Stanley didn't expect it either, but as he listens to surprised shouts, to explanations of why, to apologies from both parties, the only thing rushing through his head is that these are his grandkids-
And they're just like Stanford and him, when they were younger.
Except they've also already done so much more.
(They're not echoes of who he and Stanford once were, he comes to realize - as similar as they may seem.)