Stan liked to think that he was a pretty chill guy. But he would never forget his actions once that... thing came out of the portal.

First off, the portal was supposed to get Ford back, but the figure who stepped out was only half of his brother's height. Also, it had long grey hair, a face that looked both young and old at the same time, and weird, nerdy, over-the-top bright pink glasses. The creature had on a pinkish-maroon sweater, and a purple trenchcoat. It was... disturbing to say the least.

Even after staring at the strange person who had come out of the portal for five minutes, Stan still couldn't decide on what gender it was. It seemed to have the body of a tweenage girl, but the face (and somewhat voice) of an old man. There was just no words to describe this horrid monster that had come into Stan's basement.

But what the person said was what really shocked Stan. "Stanbel?' It said, tilting it's headband adorned head to one side. "Boy have you grown! What sort of growth mushroom did you eat!?" Stan looked over at his niece and nephew for a second, then stammered, "Uh... Uh... What?"

"And you cut your beautiful hair! It was so lucious!" they said, dashing forward and grabbing Stan's left hand. "And why are you wearing dadbel's fez? What happened to dadbel?! Last I knew you had been sucked into that strange vortex!" Stan blinked down at the person, and asked, "Uh... Who are you exactly?"

The man/girl-thing gasped in shock, and pressed it's free hand against it's shooting-star covered chest. "Stanbel! It's me... Fordbel."

That's when Stan screamed.


Dipper had seen some weird creatures/people. There was the whole guy who was a robot controlled by tiny aliens who had committed suicide once he and Mabel had discovered them, the Lilliputtians, the shapeshifter, and pretty much every single other person who lived in Gravity Falls. But never had Dipper seen someone quite as weird as the Author.

First off, the Author was only a millimeter taller than him, and shared a striking resemblance to his sister. He wore glasses like Stan, and his... her... It's? facial features looked an awful lot like Stan. It was like Stan and Mabel had been shoved together in a blender and this abomination came out. Then it had called itself 'Fordbel' and Stan had let out a shout at a decibel that would put Mabel, Candy, and Grenda to shame.

At that moment Fordbel itself let out its own shriek, and Dipper was forced to clap his hands over his ears. Mabel yelled a second later, "EVERYBODY BE QUIET!" and the screaming died down. "What on earth is going on here!?" Mabel demanded, placing her hands on her hips and glaring at Stan and Fordbel.

"I dunno, I was just copying Stanbel." Fordbel said, an innocent look on their face. Mabel shook her head and said, "Just cause Stan was screaming... Wait, did you just call Grunkle Stan 'Stanbel'?" When Fordbel nodded Mabel squinted her eyes at them. "His name is Stanford... Not Stanbel. I don't even think that's a name."

Fordbel rolled their eyes. "What kind of name is Stanford? My brister's name is Stanleybel. I'm Stanfordbel. Our mombel's name is Carynbel, and our dadbel's name is Filbrickbel. What's your name?" Fordbel held out a hand to Mabel, and she shook it hesitantly. "Uh... I'm Mabel..." Fordbel nodded, and waved a hand at Dipper, "And he is..?"

"Oh, that's Dipper." Mabel said, and Fordbel blinked at her. "Dipperbel?" they asked, and Mabel shook her head. "No. Just Dipper." Fordbel held a hand up to its chin, and said, "Fascinating... I've never met a person whose name didn't end in a 'bel'. I didn't even know that that was legal." Mabel shook her head, "Oh it's totally legal... In fact, I'd say almost everybody's name doesn't end in a 'bel'."

The look that crossed Fordbel's face matched Stan's. Shared looks of disgust and horror. "What sort of alternate dimension did I end up in?" Fordbel asked, to no one in particular. The answer he got was from Stan, who said, "I dunno... but you're definitely not my Ford."


Soos had never seen someone quite like Fordbel. On one hand heshe (as he said heshe was, not a sheshe, which was the she of his dimension while heshe was a he of hes [that's what heshe was, him... her... hir...] dimension) looked like a little girl, but definitely had a guy's head. Hes voice was like someone had spliced together a man's voice with a young girl's, giving it an odd echo that seemed completely normal to Fordbel ("It's your guys' voices that sound weird").

Soos found himself watching Fordbel with disgusted interest as Fordbel explained hes dimension to them. It was apparently known as the 'Mabel-dimension', not to be confused with planet MAB-3L. The three from the current dimension nodded and pretended to understand.

"In fact," Fordbel said, waving a hand towards Mabel, "We all look pretty much like her. It's weird. It's like you're the original, and the rest of us are copies... By the way, do you have your own Waddlesbel?" Mabel blinked at hir. "Uh... I have a pig named Waddles..."

Fordbel nodded. "Waddles will do. We all have pigbel's in my dimension..." He looked longingly at the floor. "They're all paired with a goatbel, Waddlesbel's name was Gompersbel..." Mabel nodded, a look of disgust passing over her face. Dipper stared in stunned shock at Fordbel, and Stan looked like his old age had caught up with him. Soos himself felt like nearly passing out on the floor.

"Anyway... Fiddlebel...I mean, Fiddle... ford? Do you call him Fiddleford? I'm still trying to get used to your weird naming system." Fordbel said, seeming to get distracted by hes own sentence. "Yeah, him, how's he doing?" Mabel shook her head. "He's okay, last we checked. He did warn Dipper about the apocalypse or something, but that was just the portal."

Her new 'friend' nodded. "Alright, so Fiddlebel's hes same paranoid self. That's good to hear..." The five occupants of the room all just stood around uncomfortably, then Mabel said, "Well... I'm guessing that there's a different version of you from this dimension... So what was he like?"

"Completely handsome, practical, awesome..." Fordbel answered, without a second's hesitation. "At least, that describes me, so I'm just guessing he's similar." It was at that moment that Stan sighed, and a choked sob came with it.

Fordbel looked over at Stan, who looked almost constipated. "Woah, Stanbe- Stan. Are you okay?" He laid a small six-fingered hand on Stan's arm, and the man shook his head. Stan closed his eyes, then said, "I was trying to get my brother back... but all I got was this abomination combo of him and my niece." Fordbel gasped (which made hem sound exactly like Mabel). "Stan, that's no way to talk about anyone! Much less me!"

Stan glared at hem. "Well, I think I can talk however I want about you... You're the reason I don't have my brother!" the shorter person glared back at him and snapped, "Well, I don't know what a 'brother' is, but you don't get to be a jerk! Say sorry to me!" Stan didn't do what he said, choosing instead to stick out his tongue at Fordbel.

"Grunkle Stan stop!" Mabel said, pushing Fordbel and him away from each other as Fordbel rallied to punch him. "You're bristers, or sothers or something! And Fordbel's right!" A small 'yeah!' from Fordbel gained Stan's attention, but Mabel snapped her fingers in front of his face. "I'm sorry that your mysterious twin is gone or something, but it's not Fordbel's fault. We'll just have to fix up the portal doohickey, and then it'll be all good."

Stan didn't want to listen to Mabel, but he nodded sadly anyway. "Alright... just keep that... thing away from me." Mabel smiled a bit at him, then said, "Sure thing Grunkle Stan. You won't even know he's here."


It turned out that grey hair was just as fun to play with as brown. Mabel found herself spending a lot of time with Fordbel (with Dipper tagging along sometimes). It was like Gideon was 'good' again, and Mabel found herself having a lot of fun hanging out with hem.

Fordbel talked about hes dimension with happiness, even going as far as claiming that they couldn't wait to take Mabel and Dipper too. Stan overheard that conversation, and grunted in a disapproving tone then went downstairs to the basement.

Stan had been spending more time down there, now that the cat was out of the bag. Dipper and Mabel had told the town that he was sick, and they were stuck with Dipper and Mabel doing the tours, while Soos and Wendy did their normal jobs. Fordbel was confined to the attic and non-Mystery Shack part of the house, at least until Dipper suggested that they use hem as one of their attractions.

Needless to say, the old man/girl child exhibit had some... mixed reception.


Hello everybody!

This chapter was requested by Yellowberri. I hoped you liked it! I didn't really know what I wanted to do with the story... so I did a short intro chapter. This sort of is the second Fordbel in this fic... but this Fordbel is the 'official' one. It was honestly quite weird imagining what he... she... heshe's like. I imagine he/she's from a dimension where everything is Mabel-y.

Let me know what you think! And if there's something you'd be interested in seeing don't hesitate to let me know! Stay happy and sane!

-BrilliantLight