The first physical feeling that Ford had when he stepped out of the portal was a small tingle in his left foot.

Alright, that was okay, he could handle a tingle. It felt like someone was rubbing pop-rocks against the sole of his foot, and they were steadily engulfing that part of his body. He took another step forward, bringing his right foot past his left, and the same sensation started in that one as well. He took another step with his left leg, and this time the tingle shot up his entire leg, and his foot now felt like he was stepping on pins and needles.

Okay, just breathe, you can yell at your brother even when you're in pain. Remember all that training you got Ford, don't let your weaknesses show. Just breathe.

He took another step, more slowly than the first three, and this time his entire body began to feel like a voodoo doll. Invisible knives and daggers pierced every part of his body, and he had to swallow down a shout of pain. His vision blurred for a second, and he heard his brother say vaguely, "The Author of the Journals..." Then Ford's hearing gave out. His ears felt like someone was boiling them in water.

He froze, his body trying to regain some balance, then that gave out and his knees buckled underneath his own weight. A shout of "Stanford!" broke through the ringing in his ears, and the last thing he saw before he blacked out was a dark grey hand reach out towards him, and dark wings caught him before he hit the floor.

Ford was out for all of one minute. Stan cradled his brother in his arms, and fought hard to make sure he didn't cry. The way his hands were he couldn't tell if there was a pulse, but Ford's body was slowly rising and falling, signifying that he was breathing. Stanford was alive, for now.

Then his eyes popped open, and Stan breathed a huge sigh of relief. Ford let out a strangled cry, then his body began to glow a bright blue. Stan's own transformation had possessed nearly the same symptoms, and he knew what was happening to his brother. Hopefully he wouldn't turn out like another Soos, it would be annoying to have a second goo monster to worry about (Soos accidentally swallowed things all the time), and have to clean up after (although Soos did a good job at that).

Ford's expression was one of someone trying to mask pain. Either Ford wasn't good at it, or he was in a lot of pain. He stared up at Stan, and his mouth dropped open. Stan was sure he knew exactly what Ford was thinking about him. He held a clawed finger up to his lips and said, "Shh... Are you okay?" Ford's eyes stared into Stan's and he mumbled, "You... What... Your face..."

Stan smiled at his brother, who was limp on the ground. He spread his dark wings and bore his teeth at Ford, his yellow eyes glowing brightly in the dim light. "You like it? Isn't it cool?"

Ford opened his mouth, and a small pained sound escaped his lips. He squeezed his eyes shut, his face twitching strangely. Stan tried to keep his own cool. Whatever was happening to Ford (aka Monsterification) wasn't comfortable. His brother's features were becoming blurry, and Stan wondered again what Ford would become. Would he look more like the twins, or Stan?

"You're probably wondering what happened." Stan stated, watching Ford begin to wiggle his shoulders, like he had something under them that was itchy. "Well, we have this niece and nephew..." He waited for Ford to realize what he had said for a second, then Stan glanced under his wings, and he waved to the people behind them. "Why don't you meet them right now."

Dipper and Mabel stepped over to Stan, their hooves clopping slightly on the stone floor. Mabel poked her head around Stan's left wing, while Dipper looked over his right. Ford's body was flat against the floor, his legs pointed towards Stan. He looked between Dipper and Mabel, and a groan escaped him.

"Oh my goodness are you okay?!" Mabel asked, pushing Stan's wing away. She kneeled down next to her great uncle, who stared at the horn attached to her forehead. The unicorn gave him a concerned look and he mumbled, "Fascinating... What in the Multiverse are you?"

Mabel smiled at him, and she placed a hand on his arm, the glow making her pale hand seem blue itself. "I'm a unicorn! I wonder what you'll be." She patted the part of his arm, and he groaned again, baring his teeth against his will and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Ooh! You've already got fangs!" Mabel cried, shoving her face toward her uncle's. Ford, who still had his eyes shut, didn't even notice what she was doing. He was grateful that his hearing was back, but everything else just wasn't making any sense. What in the Multiverse had happened to Stanley? Who was this Unicorn kid? He had fangs?

"Mabel, you're gonna give him a heart attack," Stan said, grabbing his niece's head. She looked up at him and sighed, "Yeah, you're right Grunkle Stan. I'm just so... excited! I haven't seen anyone change in months!"

"That's 'cause we all changed at once," Dipper said, staring down at Ford, who let out a small moan. "Ours didn't hurt though... I wonder what's happening with him... Wait a second... Grunkle Stan, did you say that's the Author of the Journals?!" He looked at his uncle, who nodded. "Yup, that's him."

Dipper's eyes widened, and he joined Mabel on Ford's other side. Ford blinked his eyes open and looked at him, yellow hair starting to grow in awkward patches all over his face. He had one on his forehead, and a few patches on his cheeks. His chest was rising and falling noticably, and Dipper watched his face seem to shift, but it stayed pretty much the same.

"Hi uncle Author..." Dipper said, pulling his backpack off of his shoulders and pulling out a notebook and pen. "Is it okay if I ask you a few questions about what you're feeling?" Ford's mouth opened, but all that escaped his lips was a small, animalistic roar. His shoulders scrunched up and he said quietly, "Everything hurts."

"Okay." Dipper said, jotting a small sentence down on the notepad. Stan's eyebrows lifted, and he knelt down next to Mabel, grabbing Ford's hand. "On a scale of one to ten, how bad would you rate your pain?"

Ford glanced down at Stan, who grabbed his hand with his claw and squeezed it, trying to be reassuring. "Eleven." He said quietly, and he mumbled, "My shoulders are the worst..." The four of them stayed there silently as Dipper wrote down what Ford had said, then something seemed to click in Stan's mind. "Hot Belgian Waffles! He's probably getting wings!"

Ford blinked at his brother, who told Mabel to scoot away. Mabel got to all her four feet, and clopped around Stan, who reached out a hand and gently undid Ford's coat. Ford himself didn't have the energy or brain capacity to tell him to stop. He just let Stan take his coat off, wincing literally whenever he was moved. His skin felt like it was being electrocuted from the inside.

Stan did his best to not hurt his brother, but with Ford's condition it was impossible. Without a second thought, he asked Dipper if he could prop Ford up against his flank, and Dipper stammered, "Oh... Uh... Yeah! Of... Of course!" Stan picked his brother up, stood up, and stepped over to his nephew, not paying Ford's small groans any attention. He leaned his brother against Dipper, and knelt down again, pulling Ford's black sweater up and off of his chest.

There were scars covering the entirety of Ford's chest, and Stan couldn't help but feel extremely guilty about them. There were even more yellow patches that were taking over Ford's body, but it wasn't Ford's front that he was worried about. He stood up, and walked around Dipper's hind legs to check out Ford's shoulder blades.

Sure enough, there were two knobs right on top of them. Ford was taking after Stan. Stan's own transformation had taken less than a minute, while Ford's looked like it was going to take a while. This would be fun for everyone...

"Well, well, well, well, well, well, well. Look who it is! Sixer! My old buddy! Looking ferocious today aren't we!?"

Ford, who was sitting in a field of alien wheat in his mindscape, tilted his head up slightly to look at the, now humanized, dream demon. Even though he was sleeping his eyes drooped, and his mouth hung open. He looked down at his hands, which were looking human-like right then, though they still had their sharp claws, then back up at Bill, who smiled down at Ford.

"What do you want from me?" he asked, trying to sound confident, but only ending up sounding exhausted. Bill laughed, floating down to the ground and standing next to Ford, who still didn't do anything but sit there. Bill reached out and patted Ford's wings, causing him to wince and pull them closer to the rest of his body. His wings, which were still developing, were sore as all get out, and Bill knew this very well.

"Oh, the poor kitty still has an owie?" Bill asked, trying his best to look 'cute'. He blinked his eyes at Ford, who showed him his new fangs. "How are you feeling Fordsie?"

"Existence is pain." Ford stated simply, glaring at Bill, who seemed to think that that was the most hilarious thing ever. The yellow-clad human began to laugh his head off, slapping his side and saying, "Well, I think that pain is hilarious! Therefore... Your existence is hilarious!" He gave Ford's wing a good slap, and that's when Ford went nuts.

Ford, who had been cooped up in his own body for the past week or two, suddenly turned towards the dream demon, a glint in his eyes. He let out a roar (completely involuntarily), and his face turned more lion-like, his hands turning into paws, his claws extending. He shoved himself up and jumped on top of Bill, who began to laugh even harder.

"Temper, temper, Stanford." Bill chided, lying on the ground, Ford's face inches from his own. "What are you really going to do to me? This isn't reality! I'm perfectly safe. It's you who's hurting yourself. In fact, I think I'm going to let you do this, it'll make your next couple of days much funnier!"

Ford woke with a start. He was on the ground, and, as Bill said, he was in even more pain.

"Still hurting?"

Ford sat on the roof of his house, his wings stretched open in the sun. Warmth was one of the few things that make them feel better. He glanced over at his brother, who landed silently next to him. Ford averted his eyes almost instantly, he still wasn't used to his brother being a gargoyle. He had identified himself as a Sphinx, and had instantly asked for Dipper to get him some mythology books the next time he went to the library.

"I'm doing better, its been two weeks." Ford responded, staring off into the heavy woods. His eyelids drooped, and he bowed his head down, pulling his knees up to his chest. Stan shrugged and asked, "Want me to get you some Ibuprophin?" Ford shook his head, and muttered, "Coffee would be better. I didn't sleep well last night."

Stan chuckled, sitting down next to his brother and grabbing a Pitt cola from inside of the cooler next to Ford. "Yeah, I would say so. You woke me up, and I sleep like a rock. A literal rock." He grinned at his brother, who glanced over at him, a confused look on his yellow features. "Get it? Cause I'm a gargoyle, and I'm made outta... Oh, nevermind." Stan took a swig of his drink and Ford groaned.

"Trust me, I have a logical explanation for that." Ford said, stretching his legs out again, hanging his bare feet over the edge. He stared down at his yellow hands, which were entirely covered in fur now. He sighed and mumbled, "At least this happened now, and I wasn't born like this. Imagine if Crampelter..."

Stan laughed, "He probably would have peed his pants if he saw you. And, it wouldn't have happened, it was the twins awakening the 'deep magic' stuff." He glanced at Ford's wings and whistled, "Ooh... You've got some red and blue coming on. Looks good."

"What?" Ford asked, twisting around, wincing as he did it too fast and a jolt of pain went down his back. He stared at his wings, which had come out featherless but had been gaining plumage. Sure enough, over some of the yellow fluff was red and blue proper feathers. Stan smiled at him, his own fangs showing, and Ford sighed. "If you dare call me a parrot, I will claw your wings off."

"Ha! As if you could get through this!" Stan retaliated, showing off his own claws. Ford chuckled slightly, and he sighed after a moment. "Wow, who knew we'd bond over sharp objects again. No need for Shanklin anymore."

Stan shook his head, "As if you needed Shanklin anyway. You had like a million weapons in that coat of yours! I mean like seriously, what was in that Multiverse anyway!?"

Ford's happy face turned sour, and he lifted his right hand up to the side of his chin. "Everything." He said quietly, and Stan instantly quieted. He stared at his brother, who seemd lost in thought. Ford stared out over at the trees again, and then he mumbled, "Dinosaurs, Dolphins, Ektroma, Babies," he sighed, then glanced back at Stan, a small smile on his face. "Not everything was bad, I tend to try to only remember the good parts. Don't beat yourself up about it."

"Yeah, I'm gonna be beating myself up about it for a while," Stan muttered, folding his wings around his shoulders. Ford's eyes followed his movements, and he copied them slowly, squeezing his eyes shut. Stan sighed, then said, "You don't have to copy me you know. It's okay Ford."

Ford nodded, "You just looked comfy, I wanted to try it. Plus, now I get to look at them." He looked his wings up and down, then pointed a finger at them and said, "Now I spent two weeks squeezing you out of my body, if you dare fail me, I won't groom you for a month!"

Stan chuckled throwing his head back and letting a tear collect in his eye. "Relax Sixer," He said, still chuckling, "It's a part of your body, not a kid!"

That was how the rest of their evening went. Ford lectured Stan on how lucky he was to get changed when the initial switch happened, Stan teaching Ford how to walk around with wings. Explaining that Dipper was a Cervitaur and Mabel was a Unicorn-itaur thingie and a mermaid (some of them, {'cough' Mabel 'cough'} had ended up with two forms), and how everybody had just woken up like that on June first and never looked back. The Gravity Falls townsfolk were weird...

Hello guys! I'm back! Yay!

I wanted to do another Monster Falls one, so I did this one! Dipper and Mabel's arrival in Gravity Falls awakens the 'Deep Magic' and everyone gets transformed... Except a certain Grunkle... Yay! More pain!

I guess this one explains itself, Ford'll have to go into town, and then he'll nerd out about like, literally everybody. Get ready for a Journal 4 world! I mean, everyone is so different and unique! He just has to catch them all... I mean, document! They're not Pokemon! Huh... Uh... Yeah!

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this! 70 chapters... How do I do it?! Wait, me, how do you do it? I hope you guy have a great day! Happy August!

-BrilliantLight