I have no specific reasons to say why I'm so late on updating this story.

Mabel: Yeah you do.

No I'm not.

Stan: Look kid, just say it. No one's gonna judge you.

Alright! *sigh* I'm having a writer's block. There, *glared at Stan and Mabel* happy?

Stan: Gladly.

Mabel: Enjoy reading the story!

Thanks Mabel. :)

It was nighttime. Everyone in the Shack was already asleep, except for Ford who was in his lab below. The attic was not as spacious as it will be, but the twins were having a good time getting their sleep, especially Dipper. He felt relieved when he was reunited with Mabel. It was good enough for him, even though they needed to go back to the future soon.

Dipper felt sudden poke on his left cheek. He swatted at it and mumbled wordless protest and burrowed deeper under his covers.

"Dipper."

"Go away Grunkle Ford, I need to sleep… You need to sleep too…" His voice muffled under his covers.

"Dipper," the voice pleaded and he felt his blanket being tugged down.

He groaned and opened his eyes. It was dark and nowhere near morning, and he saw Mabel was kneeling beside his sleeping bag, her eyes were widened and tearful. Immediately, he shot up to a sitting position. "Mabel, what's wrong?" he asked worryingly.

Mabel wiped her tears with her sleeves and scooted closer to Dipper. "I had a bad dream." She whispered, curling her knees into her chest. "It was horrible." Her voice trembled.

"Hey, it's okay, it's just a bad dream." Dipper sighed, but was relieved that nothing bad happened to her. "Wanna tell me?"

Mabel tried to keep her composure. "Remember the portal?" She asked. Dipper slowly nodded. "Well, after the whole… thingy happened… you were mad at me and Grunkle Stan. Grunkle Ford yelled at me… saying I made a foolish mistake by not pressing the button… and you didn't wanna… to talk to me anymore. You… leave me after that…" she trailed off.

"Hey hey," Dipper interjected. "I'm not leaving you okay? I'm still here, look." Dipper pushed her chin up so that Mabel could see him. Dipper was crestfallen when he saw his sister's watery eyes and it started to fall when she blinked. "Hey, don't be like this." Dipper said as he brushed off the tears from her cheek. "You know I won't leave you, I'm always there for you, okay?"

She pursed her lips, shaking her head, then buried her face in her knees and started crying softly. "It's my fault..." her voice croaked. "It's my fault we ended up back in time. If I didn't messed with the tape measure, we would still be in our room, in our time."

"Mabel, it's not your fault." Dipper said, his voice was quivering and tears was stinging at the corner of his eyes. "I… I should have believed Stan, and you. And this whole back in time mess? I tugged the tape measure so hard from you and I accidentally pulled it. It was my screw up, okay?"

"No, it wasn't."

"Yes, it was."

"Dipper, no."

"Dipper yes."

Despite her crying, Mabel snorted with laugher, making her brother smile a little bit.

"Are you still mad about the portal thingy?" Mabel slowly asked.

He smiled. "No Mabel, I can't be mad at you forever. You're my sister, you did the right thing, saving Ford's life, even it didn't turned out like Grunkle Stan had expected." He remembered how Stan extended his arms wide to hug Ford just to be punched in the face. "But the point is; if you're on the other side of that portal, I would have done the same to save you."

Mabel lifted her head when she heard that. "Even if it risked destroying the universe?"

"Even if it risked destroying the universe, sis." Dipper said, cracking a small but genuine smile. Suddenly he was attacked by her hug. It was so tight that Dipper started to wheeze.

"Thanks bro-bro, I would've done the same too." Mabel embraced her brother tightly.

"Yeah… Mabel… Lungs… Air…"

"Oh." She realized that Dipper was choking for air, immediately released him from her death hug. "Sorry Dipper." She sheepishly said.

"It's fine. Hey…" Dipper suddenly had a thought. "Since we're awake and all, how about TV?" He suggested.

Mabel beamed at him. "I'll make popcorns."

"Yeesh, I didn't even thought that Stan would enjoy that weird movie in his youth." Dipper murmured as he crept into the living room. He noticed that Stan had fell asleep on the couch with the TV blaring the British soap opera, "The Duchess Approves". Meanwhile, Mabel had gone into the kitchen to make some popcorns, or something they can ate while watching the TV.

Dipper was hesitant to wake the man up. He wanted Stan to join them, but at the same time, he saw Stan snoring loudly as if he was tired. Taking care of Mabel and surviving on the streets at the same time must have been tiresome. So, he decided not to wake him up. He was looking for the remote around the living room. It was a mess to tell the truth, but finally he saw it, by Stan's hand. He slowly pulled the remote, but unfortunately awoken Stan as he pulled the remote away from his hand.

"Whazitwhat?" The man mumbled as he slowly opened his eyes. He felt his hand was being tugged and looked around the room. He saw Dipper.

"What are you doing down here? It's…" He looked at time. "…4 in the morning. What are you up to, kid?" He asked.

"Well, me and Mabel can't sleep, so we thought watching the TV would… well, makes us sleepy again." He told Stan.

He gazed at Dipper for a while, then shrugged. "I don't see why not." He looked around. "Where's your sister?"

"She's in the kitchen, making some popcorns." Dipper said as he sat in front of the TV, clicking the remote to change the channel. Mabel then walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn.

"Grunkle Stan, you're up! Well, since you're up, let's watch TV together." She said as she sat beside Dipper. "Anything good, DipDop?" She asked him.

"Nah, nothing fun. There's so much channels here. It's like, 600 something from around the world." After finally browsing through the channel, they finally settled with the classic version British detective show, 'The Curious Case of Ducktective'.

Stan looked at the twins who were sitting in front of him, watching the TV. He wondered if Ford and he could ever be in good terms like this again. Sure, today was a breeze, but he was wondering if tomorrow Ford decided to kick him out of the house. He grimaced at that thoughts.

"Grunkle Stan, are you alright?" Mabel's voice suddenly snapped him out of his wonderment. He looked at his future grand-niece, giving him a smile.

"I'm alright, pumpkin." He ruffled her hair gently as he went down from the couch and scooted between them. "So, Ducktective, ehh? What is this, some kind of a mystery show?" He asked the twins.

"Yeah, it's a detective show. And this is our favorite show Grunkle Stan." Dipper said as he shoved a handful popcorn into his mouth. "Ee ushed uu uachit evey niht." The boy said with his mouth full.

"Huh, it's that so? Well, I might as well practice to love this show now." Stan said as they continued to watch the TV. Mabel scooted closer to him, laying her head onto his side, while Dipper offered him some popcorn.

Well, this is nice, at least. Stan mentally smiled.

Ford rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. How long has he been awake? He promised Dipper that he will get to sleep on time, but dismantling the portal wasn't an easy task. He regretted building it using the materials Fiddleford and he scavenged from that spaceship, but it is the only materials that can withstand the electromagnetic surge of that portal. Ford pushed himself away from the table and left the lab. He decided that he needed a fresh air, or maybe something from the kitchen. As he ascended in the elevator, he was wondering if Stan was comfortable enough sleeping in his bedroom. Again, he thought that Stan had been through enough, living on the streets, maybe his bed is comfortable for him.

As he exited the walkway leading to the house, he was stunned to see the scene in the living room. Stan was sleeping on the floor with the twins cuddling beside him. The TV was still on, screening some British soap opera. He looked at the time; it was already 8 in the morning. He stared at the window, the sun was already up and the snow was thick. He slowly entered the living room, trying to wake up Stan, but carefully not waking up the twins.

"Stanley," Ford whispered while shook lightly his shoulder. "Wake up." Stan grumbled and opened his eyes, seeing his twin brother shaking him.

"I'm up." He said as he carefully adjusted the sleeping twins on his left and right, tying not to awake them. He stood up and stretched himself a bit. "Yeah, what's up?"

"It's morning already. What are you doing with them?"

"Whazit look like Poindexter? We're watching TV." Stan said as both of them exited the living room, entering the kitchen. He noticed Ford gave him a glare. "Hey, don't look at me like that. Mabel got a nightmare and Dipper can't sleep, so their only logical solution is some morning entertainment; with me." He pointed his thumb to his chest proudly.

Ford sighed. "Lee, I thought I told them to go to sleep when midnight strikes. You can't let them stay awake all night-"

"Ford, I don't wanna say this, but… I will say it anyway." Stan stared at him from head to toe. "You look like shit."

The six-fingered man was taken aback.

"How long did you sleep last night?" Stan asked him as he pulled out a carton of milk from the fridge.

"I… I…" He stammered. "I didn't slept last night."

"Exactly." Stan acknowledged. "You should get some sleep." He placed his hand on Ford's shoulder. "C'mon bro, you can't keep up like this, you're human, not a robot." He said in a concern tone while handing him a glass of milk.

"Yeah, I know. But there's something I need to discuss about, with you."

"What about?"

"It's about my research."

Stan cocked an eyebrow. "Your research?" Stan shook his head. "Look Ford, if you wanna me help you in some hyper-scientific project, don't count me in. I didn't finished high school, remember?"

"No, no." Ford interjected. "I'd completed my research already, this is something more personal matter."

"Personal?" This made Stan worried. "Stanford, have you been into troubles with people?" He asked, concerned at his twin. He wouldn't expect that Ford would be in deep trouble with peoples that were dangerous.

Ford gazed at him, and shrugged. "Kind of. It's complicated. I'll show you-"

Before Ford could finish his sentence, the little twins walked into the kitchen. Mabel was rubbing his eyes and Dipper was scratching his back. They were both look hungry and tired.

"Good morning Grunkles." The twins greeted them.

"Good morning kids." Ford and Stan greeted back in unison.

Mabel sat at the table while Dipper went to the cabinet to get the glasses. After that, he went back to the table and joined them.

"So, what's the plan for today?" Dipper asked as he poured some milk into Mabel's glass.

"Oh, nothing much, just Fordsy here would like to show me his lab." Stan said. This made both the twins gazed at each other.

"Hehe, it's that so Grunkle Ford?" Mabel nervously asked.

Ford nodded. "Yeah, I'll show him after this. Wanna tag along?"

"Oh no no no." Stan shook his head, disapproving his brother's idea. "You're going to bed."

"But I-"

"No buts. We can do this after you get your rest." Stan sternly said. Dipper raised a brow when he heard this. He got a feeling that Ford didn't slept last night.

"Grunkle Ford, have you been staying all night?" the boy asked in concern. This made Ford guilty. He promised Dipper that he will get enough rest, but he just couldn't when the portal wasn't fully dismantled yet.

"Yeah…" Ford lowly said.

"My god I can't believe you." The boy snapped. "I told you that you need enough rest, or your paranoia will consume you! Don't you understand that?"

"I understand Dipper, but you know that port- thing, down in my lab is dangerous and I need to dismantle it as soon as I can!"

"Hey, hey, enough of these." Stan interjected. "Sixer, you'll march straight to bed after breakfast, or I'll make you." He glared at his twin brother. "And you," he pointing his finger at Dipper. "Try to shut up while I'm making breakfast."

"Yes sir." Both of them said in unison. Mabel snickered seeing them being frightened by Stan like that.

"Good." Stan continued to fire up the kitchen and began making eggs and bacons. While waiting, Dipper suggested to Mabel that maybe they should went exploring outside. Mabel beamed when she heard this and asked Stan if they can go outside.

"Yeah sure, but… you guys didn't exactly have any winter clothes." Stan said while flipping the bacon.

"Oh… right…" Mabel frowned disappointed. Ford noticed her sudden change of expression and thought of something.

"Hey Mabel, I got some spare clothes for you and your brother." Ford said, giving Mabel some hope for her. Mabel shot up her head when she heard this.

"Really? Do you have 'em?" Mabel asked in hopefulness.

"Yeah, I do. We'll go to my room and I'll find something for both of you."

"You have clothes for kids?" Stan said as he brought over eggs and bacons for them to the table.

"Yeah, I sorta accidentally packed it when I moved in to Gravity Falls from Piedmont." Ford scoop some piece of egg and eat it. "It's our clothes when we were kids."

Stan raised a brow. "And why would you have 'em?"

Ford just shrugged. "Dunno. It's kinda right thing to do."

Stan still wondering why his brother would bring their old clothes with him, but let it slide as he was hungry, and so does the kids.

"Alright, I might just have something for you guys." Ford said as he rummaged through his closet. He pulled out a box and placed it in front of Dipper and Mabel. Opening the box, he pulled out two sets of kid's size mittens, winter jacket and some long cargo pants. "Here, give it a try."

He handed them to Dipper and Mabel respectively. Mabel was the happiest when she received the light blue mittens with corresponding winter jacket. The little twins thanked Ford and dashed out of the room back into their bedroom. Ford smiled when he saw them, he remembered when Mum gave Stan and him those clothing. Stan was the one who was esthetic when he received that jacket.

"You gave Mabel my favorite jacket, and apparently with my mittens too." Stan interrupted his nostalgic thought on the doorway.

"Can't deny it though, your jacket and mittens do have some charms on you." Ford smirked. Stan chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. Now go to sleep." Stan said sternly.

Ford gave him a glare. "You know you're in my house right?"

"And I'm your brother, and remember, I'm older than you. So don't gave me that crap talk about whose house I'm in." Stan rolled his eyes.

Ford groaned, knowing he can't get out of this. He went for his bed and immediately plop on it. Stan still stood by the doorframe just to make sure he was really asleep. Minutes passed, he already heard Ford snoring. Stan smirked, knowing that Ford would usually fell asleep when he was too fatigued. He entered the room, went over by the bed and pulled the blanket over him, tucking him neatly. He left the room shortly after.

Exiting the room, he was met with the little twins who were already ready to head outside. He gazed at both of them and smiled. "You guys look great."

Mabel smiled. "Thanks grunkle Stan!" She said cheerfully. "But I don't have any hat though."

"Don't worry pumpkin, I gotcha covered." Stan told her, leading both of them into the living room. Entering the living room, he went over to his duffel bag and zipped it open. He took out a blue winter hat with red stripes on it and gave it to Mabel.

"This is all I got. Take it, it suits you." Stan said. Mabel squealed with joyfulness when she got that hat.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Mabel cheered as she went over to Stan and hugged him around his waist.

Stan ruffled her hair a little bit before pulling her away gently. "You're welcome kid. Now go out there and have fun."

Both of them immediately ran for the door and went outside. Stan then sat on the couch and turned on the TV. He shifted a little bit, feeling uncomfortable. Ford should've bought a recliner or somethin'. Stan thought to himself.

Dipper and Mabel were walking through the forest, enjoying the scenic view. It's not like they haven't experience the snow in their life, but Mabel was fond of taking a scoop of snow and lick it. Dipper immediately slapped her hand before her tongue can touched the snow on her hand.

"Mabel, the snow is not clean." Dipper told her.

"Pfftt, come on Dipper, you're being weird again. Snow isn't that bad." Mabel scoffed.

"The last time you did that, you ended up sick for 3 days." Dipper said. He still remembered how Mabel ate a handful of snow from the ground when they were 10 and Mabel had gotten a bad stomachache and had to stay at home for 3 consecutive days.

"Yeah, yeah." Mabel brushed it off. "Hey look! A butterfly." Mabel immediately ran towards the butterfly that was sitting on the snowy leaf. Dipper suddenly had an idea.

"Hey Mabel," Dipper called her out, scooping a ball of snow from the ground. "I wanna show you something."

Mabel turned around, unsuspectingly. "Yeah bro? What is i-" Before she could finish her sentence, her face was hit by a snowball, making her fall down to the ground.

Dipper laughed at her, but died down when she didn't get up. "Oh no," Dipper murmured to himself worryingly. He ran towards her sister if she was okay. "Mabel! Oh man, oh man. I'm so sorry for not telling you I'm gonna throw a snowball at you."

But before he could reached her, Mabel suddenly jolted up and threw a large snowball at him, hitting his face. Mabel laughed when he yelped and slipped down to the snowy ground.

"That's what you get for sneak-attack me!" Mabel sneakered as she pulled Dipper back on his feet. Dipper grumbled, but nonetheless, grateful that she was okay.

He playfully shoved her shoulder. "Don't ever scared me like that again."

Mabel snorted. "Like I never scared you when I was lost all the way in Philadelphia."

Dipper grimaced remembering that. She had lost her sister and nowhere to be found around him. He almost tempted into Bill's trick once again, but held it back as he remembered the last time he made a deal with Bill, he spent two weeks in the Shack because of his extreme fatigued body and hurting everywhere.

"Hey, cheer up broseph. I'm here right? Bwop." Mabel poked his nose, making Dipper flinched for a second, later smiled.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for making you stranded all the way there." Dipper apologized. But, Mabel waved her hand.

"Hey, I said don't worry right? Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Like you said, both of us were screw-up now." Mabel said. "Now, what can we do in this kind of weather?" She turned around and inspect the surroundings.

"I dunno, we're far off from the Shack already. I think we might wanna go back. It's freezing out here." Dipper said. Mabel agreed with him. Both of them started to walk back to the Shack. Along the way, they noticed that the surroundings started washing out to black and white. Dipper pulled Mabel closer to her, knowing what's coming.

"Dipper, what's happening?" Mabel asked, worryingly.

"Bill." Dipper said plainly.

A flash of blue light appeared before them, blinding both of them momentarily. Bill appeared in front of them and started to stretch for a while.

"PINETREE AND SHOOTING STAR." Bill started. "WHAT A SURPRISE." He said sarcastically.

"What do you want, Bill?" Dipper asked him, pulling Mabel behind him protectively.

"REMEMBER I TOLD YOU, THE LONGER YOU STAY HERE, THE MORE YOU'RE CHANGING THE FUTURE?" Bill asked him, making Mabel gave out a curious eyes upon Dipper.

"Dipper, don't tell me you'd dealt with him again." Mabel whispered to him.

"No. I'm not." He whispered back, turning back to Bill. "Yeah, you told me that. We're leaving soon."

Bill rolled his eye. "I'M AFRAID IT'S TOO LATE PINETREE. FORDSY AND HIS BROTHER ARE NOW IN GOOD TERMS, AND THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANT!" Bill yelled in his deep voice.

"I'm not doing anything for you Bill, we're not even made a deal!" Dipper retorted.

Bill glared at the twins for a while. The boy was right. They haven't made any deal, so this was stupid. "FINE. SINCE WE HAVEN'T MADE A DEAL, I GUESS I CAN PROCEED WITH PLAN B."

Dipper's raised a brow. "What plan B?"

Bill laughed. "IF I TOLD YOU, IT WOULDN'T BE A SURPRISED ISN'T IT?" He crackled as he flashed into the blue light, disappearing into thin air. Dipper rubbed his eyes, trying to focus back on the surroundings. Everything was back to normal. But he jolted a little bit when Mabel shook his body from behind.

"Dipper, what did that pointy jerk told you?" Mabel asked in concern and worry.

Dipper let out a heavy sighed. "Before you came, Bill met me. He told me he can ensure your safety wherever you were. But I refused, and he told me that… If we stayed here any longer, we would change the course of the timeline more." Dipper then rubbed his chin, thinking of something. "He just said Plan B…"

"What's Plan B?" Mabel asked.

"I don't know." He said nonchalantly, trying to piece everything together. "Hey, Mabel, Stan said that Ford would like to show him his lab today right?"

Mabel nodded.

"And where's Grunkle Ford?"

"He's sleeping, the last time I saw him before we left."

Dipper's eyes widened. Oh no.

"Mabel," He started to pulled Mabel's hand and run. "We need to back to the Shack."

"Why?" Mabel asked, trying to keep it up with his brother.

"Bill's gonna mess with Ford's head and he might probably possessed him!" Dipper told him. He remembered that Ford had told him that Bill was able to enter his body whenever he wished. The deal wasn't off yet, as far as he knew. So he needed to get back to the Shack as fast as he can.

"Dipper slow down! I can't keep up with you." Mabel's voice rang out from behind. Dipper didn't noticed this as he slowed down a little bit, giving Mabel time for her to catch up. Suddenly he bumped into something, and Mabel bumped onto Dipper's back. Both of them fell down.

"Urrgghh…" Mabel grunted. "What hit us?"

Dipper shook his head and looked for the thing that he had bumped into. It was not a tree, not a log, or even an animal. It was human, and apparently this human was too familiar to him.

"Oh, time-dang it!" A male squeaky voice came out from the figure. Dipper immediately noticed this and backed up to her sister. "Watch where you're going!" He said as he rose up from the ground. The man was wearing grey jumpsuit, goggles and have a curvy hair in the middle of his bald head.

Mabel gasped as he recognized the man. "BlarBlar?"

"It's Blendin." Dipper corrected her.

Blendin looked at two figures that were still on the ground. "You guys!?" He exclaimed. "What the time-heck are you guys doing here?"

Dipper forced out a chuckle while standing back up. "It's kinda long story." He said as he helped Mabel up. "So… what are you doing here?"

"I received a time-anomaly in this year, and I didn't expect that time-anomaly are caused by you guys!" Blendin said frantically. "Dipper, what's the one thing I tell you not to do when I gave you that time travel device?" He asked the boy.

"Making time jump…" Dipper rubbed the back of his neck.

"And what the heck-a-doodle did you do?"

"Making time jump…" Now Dipper felt guilt as he promised Blendin not to do that.

"Look, Blendin." Mabel interjected. "We're stuck here by accident, not by our will. And we're kinda in a rush now. So, you'll have to excuse us." Mabel said as he pulled Dipper by his arm away back to the Shack.

"No!" Blendin blocked their path. "You guys are going back to 2012 and I won't have you guys making me lose my job again!"

Dipper sighed. "Look dude, I'm sorry that we made this kind of trouble again, but we're going to fix this, and we need to do it now. Please." Dipper pleaded.

Blendin stared at him for a while before giving in. "Alright, both of you have exactly 24 hours before Lolph and Dungren came. Till that, I can hold them down for a while. Just do it fast and get out from this time!" Blendin instructed. The twins nodded and turned to run back to the Shack.

"Oh man, I hope I didn't screwed up my job again." Blendin tinkered with his time-watch and disappeared.

Ford woke up from his slumber, only to realize that his bed was floating in space. He looked around and knew what was happening. Then he was startled by a voice behind him.

"HEYYAAA SIXER!" Bill surprised him. Ford immediately backed away to the other side of the bed.

"What do you want, Cipher?" Ford scowled.

"DIDN'T YOU MISS ME? OH YOU DIDN'T. LET SEE, WHAT DO I WANT. HOW ABOUT YOU START THAT PORTAL BACK?" Bill floated around him.

"You don't get it don't you? I shut down the portal already! You can't do anything about it anymore." Ford exclaimed.

Bill scoffed. "YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE I DIDN'T COME INTO YOUR DREAM FOR A FEW DAYS, I DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING? YOU FORGETTING SOMETHING. I CAN SEE EVERYTHING!" Bill howled. "OHH AND I SEE YOU HAVE A GUESTS IN THE SHACK. THOSE LITTLE TWINS AND YOUR USELESS BROTHER." Bill flicked his finger and a vision showed around Ford a picture of Stan, Dipper and Mabel.

"You stay away from them Bill! They got nothing to do with this." Ford warned him.

"HEH, RIGHT. NOW, ARE WE GONNA DO THIS THE EASY WAY, OR THE HARD WAY?" Bill asked him.

"I told you before, and I'll tell you now, you tricked me, you made my partner go crazy and you lied to me!" Ford said as the matter-in-fact.

Bill rolled his eyes. "WELL, I GUESS THE HARD WAY IT IS."

Ford froze for a while. "Wait, what hard wa-"

Suddenly Bill flew over him and went inside his body. Ford shrieked in pain when he felt his mind was going blank. Bill's laughter was all he heard then darkness gloom over his vision.

Stan was leaning on the couch in the living room, watching TV when he heard his brother screamed in pain. He immediately ran upstairs to check on Ford. Reaching his bedroom, he noticed that the door was locked and it won't budged.

"Stanford?" Stan called him out, knocking on the door. "Hey, sixer, you alright in there?" His knocking went faster, but still no answer. He then decided to crash through the door when his twin wasn't answering.

Before he could do that, Ford opened the door. A smile crept on his lips. "Whatzup, Stanley?"

"Jeez, I thought something happened to you. Are you alright?" Stan asked him, examining Ford.

Ford waved it off. "I'm fine. Hey! Let's go downstairs to the lab. I wanna show you the thing I've been working on." Ford said as he passed by Stan.

"Uuuhhh, Stanford? Are you sure you're okay?" Stan asked again, he was now suspicious of his sudden weird attitude.

"I'm fine Fez, just follow me!" Ford said without looking back. Stan shrugged and went on to follow him downstairs to the basement lab.

Hey look, my writing's suddenly went bad. Jeez, I really do need a beta. Welp, there's nothing bad if I don't have any beta! I'm making progress just fine.

Ford: You do realize that you're talking to a cat, right?

Shut up! At least I have someone to talk to.

Ford: *chuckle* Yeah you do.

Just get out from my room!

*Mabel barge into Forrester's room with Dipper and Stan in tow*

Mabel: We're back!

Oh boy...

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