2000-something: Dimension 100-001, the Flip-Flop (or Twin) Dimension:

If the inhabitants of Glass Shard thought that having One pair of twins was weird, they obviously have never heard of this dimension. Everything has an twin, from the people to the trees. If one twin is destroyed (don't ask how I know this) a new person, or object, just starts appearing. I don't believe I will stay here much longer... The last thing I need is another Stanley on my hands...

Stanford Pines had no intention of taking care of a child. None whatsoever. But when life hands you lemons (and life was apparently quite good at giving Ford watermelon sized ones) you make lemonade.

Ford wished he could just throw the lemons right back at life. Maybe blow life's face up in the process, or set Life's house on fire... Great. Now he was thinking about Life like it was a person.

Needless to say, the Flip-Flop Dimension was one of the worst, yet best, Dimensions Ford ever visited.

2012:

Stan felt his heart beating in his chest. For the first time in thirty years he'd be seeing his brother. He could already make out Stanford's dark form, which was blurry in the bright light. So blurry in fact, that Stan's eyes were telling him that there were two of them.

That couldn't be right.

"Who?" Stan heard Dipper's voice, which snapped him out of his daydream. "Who are those people?"

So it wasn't just Stan. There really were two different people stepping towards Stan. This had to be normal... Right?

The one on Stan's left kneeled down for a moment, and came back up with the first Journal, which he promptly slid into the inside pocket of his black coat. Stan knew who that one was, but the other? Who..?

Stan swallowed slightly, he rubbed his head and tried his best to answer Dipper. "One of them is the Author of the Journals..." He said quietly, "My brother..."

Ford and the other person slid their nearly identical masks off, and Stan's eyes widened as much as Dipper's. Ford looked almost exactly like Stan, and standing next to him...

Was a man who looked almost exactly like what Stan had looked like when he came to Gravity Falls.

Did Ford have a son?

So... Apparently the effects of duplication begin immediately. I do not even want to think about what is happening in this spherical object that is following me around. Although it would be nice to have a companion on my journeys I don't know what kind of person I will be trapped with.

Two women, duplicates themselves, have kindly explained what is happening, in their own way... Luckily the... Child, will come out... This pains me to write this. If I leave it in long enough I can get the child to come out after... Young child development... So I won't have to deal with... Teething...

Instantly I asked if I could just hatch an adult, that would make this a million times more enjoyable. But my dreams were dashed to pieces when they told me that any age older than ten seriously exhausted the bubble, leaving my duplicate incapable of most natural feats. So I shall be stuck with a pre-adolescent. You can imagine my great joy.

I, of course, stayed with them long enough to bring the boy to the oldest stage I can safely bring him to. To be honest, he seemed quite calm when I explained who he was to him. Clones are more prone to trust then their originals...

I wonder what I shall name him...

Stan took a small step towards Ford. "You're here," he said, trying not to pay attention to the other man standing next to his brother. "After all these long years of waiting!"

Stan was cut off by Ford rushing towards him, and punching him in the face.

"Woo!" Stan rubbed his jaw and looked up at the young man Ford had brought with him. He had his hands held up to both sides of his mouth to make a makeshift megaphone. "Go dad!"

Ford seemed unfazed by the other man, instead only focusing on Stan. "This was an insanely risky move, restarting the portal. Didn't you read my warnings?!"

Stan looked at Ford, an expression of pure confusion covering his face. "D- Dad?" He asked, not being able to stop a small chuckle from escaping his lips. "You got yourself a girl?"

Ford hissed, and looked over at the young man, who was casually running a finger up and down the blunt side of a knife he had pulled from his pocket. "Field," he said quietly, and Stan knew the tone well, from his own father. "What did we discuss?"

The young man, Field, shrugged slightly, "I'm not a kid anymore Dad... I'm..."

Ford rolled his eyes, "It doesn't matter Field. I told you not to tell him..."

"And I didn't," Field said, crossing his arms with his own eyeroll. "I just said, 'Go Dad'..."

The look Ford gave Field made even Stan wince. "Field, that is literally the definition of telling him." Field spun the knife around in his hand, then he stuck it inside of a small holster. "Actually the definition of telling him is..." He stopped when Ford folded his arms and glared at him.

For a moment no one moved, then Mabel yelled, "What in the world?!"

Ford and Field looked at Mabel with identical looks of confusion. "Stan..." Ford said, adjusting his glasses, "You didn't tell me that there were children down here."

He smiled and stepped over to Mabel. He kneeled down and extended a hand out to her, and she shook it politely. "Greetings. Do children still say 'greetings'?" He looked back at Field, who shrugged. Field himself walked over to Stan and extended a hand out to the older man.

"Uncle Stan, it's an honor to meet you," he said, as Stan just stared at the hand held out to him. "Or are we brothers..? I don't know how stuff like this works..."

Stan didn't know what was going on... Wait. Yes he did. He didn't know if he should be proud of his twin, or grossed out, or... Why on Earth would Field think that they could be brothers?

Stan looked into Field's hopeful eyes, but he saw something in them. The look longing, the same one Stan had used to see when he looked in the mirror. The look of homelessness.

"Aren't you going to shake it?" Field asked, jerking his hand a bit closer to Stan. "It's sort of rude if you don't..."

Stan shook his head slightly, then reached out to clasp the young man's... Six-fingered hand? Stan didn't know that it ran in families.

"Stanfield Pines." Stan blinked in confusion (again) at the young man he was shaking hands with. Then the pieces snapped together. "Stanley Pines." He responded with, earning him a small chuckle from Field.

"I know who you are." Field said, dropping Stan's hand. "Ford has told me a lot about you."

Stan nodded, glancing over at Ford, who was speaking with a flabbergasted Dipper. "So is he your dad or..."

Field waved his hand from side to side, "Yes. And no. I'm sort of his clone... Ask him about Dimension 100-001."

Stan raised his eyebrows, this made literally no sense.

To be honest, traveling with... The new one, can be quite enjoyable. He has insisted that he gets to chose his own name, and I don't blame him.

If is interesting to see a younger version of yourself. He has asked me repeatedly why we can't just stay in Dimension 100-001, and I finally broke it to him my mission.

I worry that he might take after Stanley. He stated that fighting Bill sounded "Awesome", even after I repeatedly explained to him the dream demon's goals. I will have to conduct tests on him to see if I accidentally left him in his cocoon for a bit too long.

Needless to say, he looks exactly like me. From his hair to his fingers. Now it will be even harder to explain to aliens that regular humans have only ten fingers.

I must put my writing to a halt, the Child is chanting for me to tell him a story. Is this the multiverse's idea of a sick joke? Or does some higher power just really dislike me? Who knows.

So... This wasn't exactly the way Ford wanted Stan to find out about what Field was. Sometimes Ford seriously wondered if Field was his clone, or Stanley's. But of course, the fact that he had twelve fingers as well helped prove what he actually was.

At first, Ford didn't notice the other three occupants of the room, then a small girl gained his attention, and his knowledge of his family grew even more. The girl, Mabel, excepted him the moment she met him. And then there was her brother...

Dipper was completely enthralled by Ford, and instantly started rambling about how he'd been looking for him, and reading his Journal. He was just as obsessed with the supernatural as Ford, maybe even more.

Ford listened to Dipper patiently as the boy rambled on and on about the creatures he'd met and or fought. Ford had to hand it to the kid, he had guts.

"Um, Ford, I think we have a problem."

Ford looked over at his clone, who was pointing at a small place on the ground. Ford's eyes widened slightly when he saw a swirling rip in space-time, a rift between dimensions.

Field reached into his black coat and pulled out a canteen. "Should I put it in here?"

Stan squinted at the hole, and Mabel cried out, "It's so pretty!" Dipper gaped at the swirl and glanced between the bottle and rift. Ford sighed.

"If you'd like to stay in this Dimension..." Ford said, turning around and watching Field uncap the bottle. "Then yes."

Field sighed, and bent down to scoop the rift into the canteen. "Of course Ford."

Today, after much arguing, I finally allowed the child to pick his name.

I'm beginning to regret telling him my entire backstory. He told me, "If you're Stan-ford, and your twin is Sran-ley... Then that makes me Stan... Field!"

I tried to explain that that name was a stupid one, but he was too stubborn for me to change his mind. He said that I used to be friends with a Fiddleford, so Stanfield was a perfectly reasonable name. I worry for his poor mind.

So Stanfield it is. Brilliant. He has taken to copying whatever I actions I do in front of him (must not allow him to know how I shave). When I had to replace several articles of my own clothing he practically begged me to get matching ones for him. I worry he will begin to conflate the two of us...

He has a childlike enthusiasm that is contagious, I find it much easier to sleep at night after a long recap of the day with him. It reminds me of when Stanley and I would talk to each other for hours on end at night, even when we had school in the morning...

Field was used to traveling. The moment Ford could, he had grabbed Field's hand and pulled him into another Dimension. There was almost no rest for the two of them. They always had to work harder, try harder, get more parts.

Field made Ford's life harder, and easier as well. There were a lot of saps in the multiverse.

But of course, once Field was older he lost that cuteness effect. Luckily he was a good pickpocket.

Before he knew it, Ford was taking him to the nightmare realm, guns-a-blazing. And Field got his first good look at Bill.

It was hard to believe that a simple yellow triangle could cause so much destruction and heartache.

They had been so close. Then the entire Nightmare Realm had begun to shake and the two of them were pulled into Ford's home Dimension.

Finally, after spending literally all his life on the run, Field had a place he didn't have to leave. He could make friends, learn about the world, and even, maybe... Flirt with a girl!

He met his brother/uncle and his niece and nephew/cousins, and they all seemed to think that he was... Weird. Welp, that's how it goes.

Then there was the Government.

Field had pulled every detail of Ford's life out of his mind years ago (he also may or may not have read his Dimensional Diary) and he knew that the last thing they needed was for the US Government to be on their heads.

So after Stan broke the news, both twelve-fingered travelers began to come up with a plan. And Stan began to tell his life story.

Even though he knew the first part from memory, Field couldn't help but get enthralled by the things Stan was saying. He had heard it from Ford's perspective, but Stan's was a whole other ordeal.

Field actually felt sorry for the guy.

By the time the tale was done, the government agents had discovered the vending machine. Took them long enough.

But it was fine. Field's cousin/nephew had a memory ray, and Ford knew how to operate it. They were saved!

Now for the real fun part.

After all these years I no longer need to write in this notebook. There are some Dimensions that I wish I had never visited, but there are countless others that bring a smile to my face, no matter how ironic it may be.

I have contemplated burning this book. A detailed history of beyond the portal could be quite dangerous for this world. But something... A feeling of justice, tells me not to. Tells me that there is only one person I should give this to. And I believe he would agree.

Fjeld. When you read this, I want you to know that I am proud of you. I may not have wanted you to begin with, but... Now I believe it was for the best.

-Stanford Pines

"Wait. There are Two of them?!"

Bill looked down at the two versions of Ford, standing in the shack. The older one handing the younger a small black book. He rolled his eye and sighed. "And I didn't even get baby pictures... Well... Let's see which one breaks first..."

Hiya guys! This is an idea that branched off of another idea I had. IDK how well it works, but I thought it did... Sort of...

IDK I'm tired.

Thanks for the reviews. I hope you guys stay Safe! Have a good week.

-BrilliantLight