Ford was really having to force himself not to freak out. Even after all of his time in the Multiverse he still was a bit... On edge, in the Nightmare Realm. But he could channel that frustration. Channel it into his objective. Kill Bill.

And when the portal reopened, he could channel the now slightly larger frustration into anger at Stan. Yes. He was already formulating a plan, a plan that involved punching. Now he had the smarts and the other thing.

As he stepped back into his dimension, he heard a voice. A feminine voice. A nasally feminine voice that set Ford's teeth on edge. And what made it worse was what the voice said.

"The Author of the Journals... Ma brother."

Ford's first thought was that Stan had settled down, then his brain connected the voice with the mouth that had moved, and suddenly, everything made even less sense.

Because the voice was coming from Stan's mouth.

Ford wanted to do a dozen things at once. He wanted to yell at Stan. He wanted to scream in terror. He wanted to sock Stan in the face. He wanted to...

"Wrong universe!" He suddenly yelled, spinning around and dashing over to the portal. He brought his fists up and banged them against the charred metal contraption. "Wrong universe!"

"Wait!" Another feminine voice called out, sounding slightly desperate. "We can explain!"

Ford spun around, and saw a little girl, who had dashed in front of 'Stan'. She waved her arms towards Ford and added, "There's a perfectly logical explanation for all this."

Ford glanced at his brother, then back at the girl. He nodded slightly, his head feeling like it was spinning. Stan... Had female voice... An African American one no less? What?

"You see... A few months ago Dipper got this voice potion from Mr. McGucket," the girl said, swirling her arms in front of her chest, like she was churning invisible water. "He sounded all professional, but it didn't last. And he got this other voice drink, but he gave it to Stan, and now he sounds like this."

Ford stared at the girl like she'd gone insane. Great. This was just what he needed in his life. Thank you Dipper person.

"Okay..." He said, narrowing his eyes at Stan, who was now looking super confusedly at the girl. "For the sake of this argument... What on Earth?!"

"Honestly," the girl said, "I don't know."

"It was supposed to be funny!" Ford looked over at a boy, who looked eerily like a young Stan. "You thought it was hilarious Mabel!"

Mabel huffed, and Stan looked super confused. "I never said it wasn't Dipper." She said matter of factly. "But it's still weird."

"I don't understand..." Stan's voice sent a shiver down Ford's spine. "What is wrong with ma voice?"

"Everything." Ford spat, clenching his teeth together. "Is there no way to reverse it?"

"We tried talking to Mr. McGucket, but he just threw a plate at us... He apologized for that by the way." Dipper said, "I have a few hypothesis of how to make it sound 'normal', but I haven't had any luck... I've been trying to find you..." His eyes widened, and something seemed to click in his mind. "You! You're the Author of the Journals!"

Ford glanced between Stan, who stared at the kids like he had no idea about what was going on, and Dipper. "Yes... I am. You read them?"

Dipper laughed slightly, "I didn't just read them. I... I've been waiting so long to meet you..."

"I believe I can figure this out..." Ford said, raising a hand to his chin. "Of course, after I record at least ten minutes... This will be fun..."

"Are you paying attention to me?" Dipper asked, and his question was answered by Ford beginning to ramble on about potential solutions. "Maybe some formaldehyde... Ooh, and cinnamon! Wait... That's zombification..."

Dipper and Mabel shared a look, as Ford pulled the first Journal out of his pocket and began to scribble something down frantically.

"I got no idea what's goin' on..." Stan said, and Dipper and Mabel winced.

"Don't worry Grunkle Stan, your brother can help us." Mabel said, patting her uncle's hand. "By the way... What on Earth?!"

"Here, this should be the one."

"This ain't gonna make me sound like a teenage girl again?" Stan asked, "Cause the last two..."

Ford had been working almost non-stop since he'd gotten back. This was the fifth voice changing drink he'd given his brother. That day Stan had a southern accent, a deep southern accent that made him sound like that pinball machine, or so testified Mabel.

"No, it should work... Probably." Ford said, pushing the purple drink towards Stan. "And I even added a bit of vanilla."

"If it doesn't partner... I mean, Ford..." Another effect of voice changing. You start emulating the kind of voice you have.

Ford sighed, "Just drink it Stan."

Stan sighed, and pressed the vial to his lips, he tilted it back and let the liquid enter his mouth. Ford watched his silently until the vial was empty. Then he snatched it out of Stan's hands and sighed. "Try talking now."

"That, *hic* tasted... Disgusting." Stan's voice wasn't the one Ford had heard thirty years ago, but at least it wasn't feminine, or super weird... In fact, it sounded almost exactly like... Ford's...

"Well, I'm going to go work on another one of these." Ford said, not really paying attention to Stan's words. Stan sighed, "Just don't use extraneous means to accomplish your goals. And remember that though solitude can encourage good work ethic, you still need to have some human companionship..."

On second thought...

"Stan, what's the first six digits of pi?" Ford asked, sitting down in front of his brother, a hungry look in his eyes.

"Uh, 3.14285... Whoa. How did I know that..?" Stan's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. He stared at Ford's now smiling face. "Ford..."

"I like this." Ford said with finality, "Congratulations Stanley! This is your voice for the rest of your life!"

Stan blinked at his brother. "But... It's your voice..."

"Exactly!" Ford cried, standing up and extending his hand towards Stan. "That means you'll start acting like me!"

Stan opened his mouth and closed it again. Whoo boy... This would be interesting...

"Kids! Come listen to the voice Stan has!" Ford called out, walking over to the closest door to the attic. "Dipper, I'm pretty sure you'll like it!"

Ford... Had gone crazy... Ooh. Just think of the pranks Stan could pull now...

Hey guys!

I had this idea a few weeks ago. And finally polished it up before Monday. I hope you guys liked it!

Thanks again for everything. I hope you guys stay happy and safe. Have a good day!

-BrilliantLight