You knew something bad was going on when a light came from the Shack.

The most common light was bright blue, the color of the twins. Every now and then the two of them would experiment with another kind of magic or something else that produced another type of light, but it was generally blue. Blue. The place was seeped in the stuff. The furniture was blue, the accent carpets were blue, the twins' outfits were blue, the last thing you'd generally see there was blue. If it wasn't so tantalizing you'd probably get sick of the stuff.

But no one ever got sick of the Pines. Everyone wanted to go. Everyone was happy at the Shack. There was nothing to be afraid of there. Dipper and Mabel Pines were the heartbeat of the town. Why, without them there'd be barely any tourists (even though most of them were townsfolk already), whatever would they do without them?

Well, that was a question that would be answered almost unanimously with 'nothing' from most of the inhabitants of Gravity Falls. But for at least three (verbally) there was a different answer. Their answer would be 'live in comfort and peace'. And what might be these... hypocrites names? Well, if I told you, I'd have to turn you in. And the Pines aren't the nicest when it comes to prisoners...

I can tell you this though; if you see the light... run. Just run. Abandon all that you're doing because it's not important anymore. The light means that something strange is afoot. And when the Pines are up to something strange, no one is safe.

There was a white light, it filled not just the room, but the outside as well. The energy readings (previously at a high point) grew to be astronomical. If it hadn't captured the attention of the government yet, it definitely had now. Agents would be upon them in hours, and it would only be the twelfth time that month. If Mabel hadn't been so focused on the event unfolding in front of her she would have groaned at the thought of another government encounter.

But the majority of her thoughts were placed on the portal. Those annoying brats couldn't stop her anymore. It was done. Finally, another competent person was going to be there. Finally, someone who matched her wits and power. Finally, she'd be meeting the famed Author of the Journals. The one who was responsible for her and her brother's success. Gideon would eat his hat when he met... Stanford Pines?

Standing in front of the portal structure, dressed entirely in black, was a carbon copy of Stan Pines. His face had originally been covered by a mask, but he had reached up to pull it off moments after entering this universe. Mabel blinked at him, and swallowed deeply. A man that looked like one of their three rivals coming out of the portal build by the Author of the Journals? Was this even possible?

His dark blue eyes scanned the room, then landed on Mabel, standing a good six feet to the right of her brother, then they flicked to Dipper himself, and he said in a low voice, "Where is Stanley?"

Mabel forced herself to keep her cool. Her gloved hands itched, and she desperately longed to plunge her hand into her pocket and pull out her... No. She couldn't do that. Who on earth was 'Stanley'? Who was this strange man? She glanced over at her brother, who looked at her as well. Then he said in his own low voice, "Are you the Author?"

The man froze. There was a look of uncomfortableness that became obvious on his face. He set his shoulders back, and his hand twitched towards one of his pockets. He could feel something, and Mabel felt her own confusion rising. This wasn't at all the kind of man that they had heard the Author had been. This man seemed almost more timid, more scared. Where was the fearless, powerful warrior that they had heard about?

"Who are you two?" He asked, sliding his left foot forward, like he was getting ready to dash off towards the two of them. Dipper answered before Mabel had a chance, but he said basically what she would have. "We are the Pines. And you are the Author." The man swallowed, taking a step back and whispering something to himself. Mabel traced the edge of his face, and thought for a moment. His eyes stayed plastered to her, and he breathed in and out deeply.

"Pines?" he asked, stilling once again. His face turned as white as a sheet, and Mabel decided that this was the perfect time to speak.

"Yes. We are Mabel and Dipper Pines." She said, taking a step towards him, her short black skirt swishing as she did so. His eyes were drawn to her headband, and she knew what part of it he was staring at. Her amulet. She let it start to glow, and picked the first Journal off of the floor with the magic. The Stanford lookalike stared at the book, and Mabel said calmly, "And you wrote this book." Her eyes flicked to it, then back at him, who looked somewhat fearful. "Didn't you?"

The man nodded, swallowing and staring at her headband. "Where did you get that? How did you find it?" He looked terrified of the amulet, and Mabel in turn, who smiled coldly at him, and answered in a velvety voice, "Oh, it was easy to find. You did leave us practically everything." She licked her lips and brought the Journal closer to herself, reaching out and plucking it from the air. "That Stanford Pines and those children had the other two hidden from us, but we brought you back."

The Stanford lookalike sucked in deeply. "What did you just say?" he asked, and Mabel couldn't help but hiss. She hated repeating herself, and this man, who obviously had written the Journals, was acting like a complete idiot. "I said," she stated coldly, taking another step towards him, which he matched with his own backwards one, "Stanford Pines tried to hide this one from us."

Dipper joined her in her march towards the Author, who reached into his coat as he watched the two of them approach him. With every second Mabel's frustration was growing, along with the man's fear. He had backed into the portal then, and he seemed to grab something. Mabel stood still when she was about five paces from him, then said, "Who are you?"

"Stanford Pines." Was his quick response, and Mabel felt her eyes widen. "Impossible." She breathed, and he swallowed deeply. She reactivated her amulet, pulling a thin knife out of her skirt pocket, which she pointed at the Author. She saw her brother's own dagger, and let Dipper say the next thing.

"What are you doing here then? Stan Pines isn't the Author." Dipper stated, and the man in front of them didn't even make eye contact with the two of them. Their eyes were glowing along with the amulets, illuminating his features. "No." The Author said, half pulling his hand out of his pocket, something silver in his hand, "Stan Pines is my brother..."

Mabel's mind went blank for a moment, then anger overwhelmed her. She had the intense desire to plunge her knife into the Author's chest, but she had a better place to plant it. Within moments an anguished shout came from the Author's mouth as the sharp blade was shoved into his left shoulder, red blood dripping from the silver blade as it was quickly pulled out.

The sound of a shot being fired came a second later, and Dipper let out his own shout, grabbing his left side. A burn mark showed on the side of his stomach, and the flesh was charred and a small chunk was missing. Dipper's dagger clattered to the ground, and 'Stanford' stared at the boy in shock, clutching his shoulder and holding a strange-looking pistol as well. Mabel let out her own shout, this time war-like, and magically shoved her blade back towards the Author, but it was shot down before it could reach him.

Mabel let out another shout, and snapped "Get up and help me you idiot!" to her brother, who was groaning next to her. 'Stanford's' eyes were wide, his face a mixture of pain and determination, and before Mabel could do anything else his left leg swung out and crashed against her own. Mabel didn't have the time to regain her breath before a booted foot landed on her arm, almost making the Author fall to the ground as well. She shoved herself up, and sent her knife and Dipper's dagger towards 'Stanford' before he could escape out of the room. She smiled as the dagger lodged itself in his shoulder blade, and she began to dash towards him.

He dashed past the entrance of the control room, and Mabel dashed after him. She passed Will's cage, but before she could catch up with him he had already slipped into the elevator. She slammed her hand onto the button, but the car was already too far away. The Author had escaped.

"Mabel... I'm sorry..." She spun around and saw her brother stumble to the edge of the control room door. He was cluching his side, and Mabel scowled at him. "You let him get away!" she shouted, and Dipper squeezed his eyes shut. "I know..." he mumbled, and Mabel hissed. "Great. Now there's going to be four of them." she muttered, glancing at Will, who was making himself as small as possible in his entrapment. "Will, patch Dipper up for me. I want him spotless by morning."

Now she had another mess to clean up.

Today was... Not the day Ford had been expecting.

First off, he hadn't defeated Bill. He'd been dragged out of the Nightmare Realm before he'd had a chance to. He'd also been sure that it had been his brother to restart the portal, but apparently it was two children. Children who thought that they knew Stanford Pines, even though he had never met them before. They also both had some of those mystical amulets he had discovered years ago, and hated when he told them who he was.

Oh. On top of all that, the girl had stuck a knife inside of his shoulder. So, you know, that was amazing.

He sat in the woods, a good fifteen-twenty minutes away from the Shack, and tried his best to get the dagger from out of his shoulder. Unfortunately, it was in a location that neither of his hands could reach easily, and he had no partner or friend to help him, so he was stuck with a piece of metal in his body. Oh, and the injury on the front of the same shoulder. Luckily he had been hit in two spots on his shoulder, so there wasn't a full hole through his entire shoulder. That would have been a doozy.

Suppressing a pained whimper he leaned his uninjured shoulder against the back of a tree. He closed his eyes and focused on just breathing. With every second he sat his pain grew, and he hoped he could get some medical attention soon. He knew, in the back of his mind, that he had to get up and go further away from those children. Children who were... related to him. He was related to the two of them...

He opened his eyes again, and it was bright outside. He had fallen asleep! Despite the pain he was in, he forced himself to stand up. He took several shaky steps forward, bringing himself further from the house. His shoulder was screaming at him. His vision was blurring in and out. His ears were ringing, and he knew that he was swaying as he walked.

Suddenly he wasn't walking, and the green grass was getting closer to his face. The next thing he knew his face was hurting along with his shoulder, which sent a sharp and lasting sting of pain as the front injury hit the hard ground along with his face. The knife in his shoulder was shaken, and that made him literally scream out in pain.

"What was that?"
"I dunno... I sort of don't want to..."
"Gideon! Someone's hurt! We have to go help them! A tree could have fallen or something."
"But Pacifica..."
"Come on Gid! I'm going to go help them, whether you want to or not."

Ford tried to lift his head to see who was talking. It sounded like a girl, but he couldn't do more than turn his head so his nose wasn't pressed against the dirt. He squeezed his eyes shut and hoped whoever it was could help him.

"Oh my..." the girl gasped, and Ford couldn't tell if it was his ears ringing, or if she was muffling her words with her hands. "Gideon! Stan's really hurt!" Ford heard small footsteps come close to him, and a small cool hand pressed itself against his forehead. "Mr. Pines! Are you okay? How long have you been here?"

All Ford could do was groan in response, and the girl shrank back, her hand dropping from his head. "Gideon, go get my dad." the girl ordered, and Ford cracked his eyes in order to see her. The girl was thin, and had a tie-die tank top on, with a star on it. Her hair was long and blonde, resting on her shoulders and pooling slightly on her lap. Her thin fingers looked like they wanted to stroke his hair, or at least give him some comfort. "Don't worry Mr. Pines, my dad'll be here soon. Dipper and Mabel did this, didn't they?"

There was nothing Ford could say. Any movement he made, even breathing, made his shoulder feel a million times worse, so he stayed as still as possible. The girl's sad face was the last thing he saw before shutting his eyes again.

When Ford came to again he was lying on his right side. His shoulder was still excruciating, but it felt sort of better than it had earlier. He heard a male voice talking from what sounded like another room. He attempted to get up, but something kept him down. He opened his eyes, and glanced down at his side, where he saw two black strips keeping him tied down to a bed. He noticed his left arm was completely wrapped up in white gauze.

He tried to think of what he should do, but before he could think of a plan he heard a door creak open. Footsteps told him that someone was walking towards him, and the next thing he knew a pair of black pants obscured his view of the pale yellow wall in front of him. He tried to lift his head up to see who was standing in front of him, but his shoulder screamed in pain whenever he moved his neck, so he refrained.

The person in front of him unfolded a folding chair, and sat down in front of Ford, who could now see the black suit coat he was wearing as well. Everything was blurry from his lack of glasses, but Ford tried to not let that deter him. The man in front of him sighed, then snapped, "You know, if it was me, I'd probably have just left you in the woods."

Ford might not be able to see all of him, but there was no mistake who that voice was. Even though Ford hadn't heard it in thirty years his brother's voice was one he'd never forget. He opened his mouth, not exactly registering what Stan had said. "St- Stanley... What..."

"If it wasn't for Preston..." Stan said, crossing his arms. Ford longed to see his brother's face. To ask him what was going on. "You know, there was a reason I was trying to dismantle that portal..."

"Stanley... what... how..." Ford attempted to get up again, but the straps still kept him down. Stan sighed, then said, "Don't do that. You'll break the stitches." Ford gulped, then choked out, "Stanley... what happened... who were those kids..." He forced himself to keep opening his eyes, even though they started sliding shut every time he did. Stan sighed, "Dipper and Mabel? Well, they're the 'best' members of our family. They took the Shack, they took Gravity Falls, they've taken the Journals..."

Ford nodded, "I know... they... you..." a sudden sharp pain went down his side and he bit back a yelp. "I'm glad to see you..." He mumbled, and let his eyes shut again. Stan didn't seem to like what Ford had said, and his angry huff was a testimony of that. "Just like last time you 'wanted' to see me?" He asked, and Ford didn't have the energy to respond in a way he wanted to. "Stan... I'm sorry... for branding you..." He muttered, and silence followed.

"Ford, look at me." Ford forced his eyes open, and he came face to face with Stan for the first time in years. Stan's face had aged more than Ford's, but it still looked very similar. His eyes had bags under them, and they were focused intently on Ford's. Stan sighed, then said, "You're... not the same Ford..."

Ford felt his heart start to beat quickly. "Is that bad?" he asked, and Stan laughed suddenly. "Is that bad? Absolutely not! Last Ford I saw was a psycho! He tried to murder me! The twins must have tried to get him..." His sentence was broken off by another laugh, and he shook his head. "And they got you! No wonder they tried to kill you! Oh man, I sort of want to see their faces."

Ford had no idea what was going on, but he didn't know if he liked it or not.

Hello guys! Now I know what you might be thinking. "BrilliantLight... Another Gravity Falls fic?" And to which I say, "You can never have too many! Gravity Falls is real and it'll never die!"

To be frank, I've had an idea for a Reverse Falls story for a few weeks, so I have a pretty basic outline of what I want to do. Feel free to leave your own RF ideas/headcanons in a review or message!

(I relate to Ford in the last part. I just had my wisdom teeth removed and... oof... ow... all the pain and suffering) Also, I don't own Gravity Falls, Reverse Falls, or the fanart used as the cover. Those all belong to Alex Hirsch, the fans, and underthesea54321 respectively.

I hope you guys enjoyed this, stay safe!

-BrilliantLight