Dipper had walked down the stairs with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. As soon as he walked into the living room, he spotted his great uncle Ford drinking coffee.
"Great Uncle Ford, I have something to show you!" Dipper said with excitement. He had taken the arm from the cabin out of his backpack and sat it on the table.
Ford had looked at the arm and his face quickly changed to a mixture of concern and fear. It was as if he recognized something about it.
"Dipper, where did you find this?" Ford asked.
"Me and Mabel had found it at a cabin that we thought was abandoned." Dipper replied.
"Did anyone or anything follow you guys home?" Ford interrogated.
"Yea, I was about to say that we brought home a zombie that we promised that you could possibly help him." Dipper replied.
"You brought home a zombie?!?!?" Ford said, spitting out his coffee.
"He said that he was friendly and it was mainly Mabel's idea because she felt bad for him." Dipper said, "I can prove it because we have him upstairs waiting."
"Ok, but Stanley must never know," Ford said, "Let me clean up this coffee and I'll come see this zombie for myself."
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Micheal didn't like the fact that he was being forced to participate in Mabel's tea party but it was actually somewhat tolerable because he wasn't wearing a pink princess dress. He had once ended up breaking one of his arms all because he fell down the front porch stairs while being chased by his little sister Elizabeth while she held the pink dress she would force him to wear. The door to the bedroom had opened and Dipper had walked through the doorway with a man who reminded Michael a bit of Henry.
"Greetings, my name is Stanford Pines but you can just call me Ford." The man said. "What is your name?"
"Michael Afton." Michael replied
"Afton...that sounds familiar" Ford said as he had put his hand on chin as if he was trying to remember. Micheal had noticed that Ford had six fingers on his hands.
"Do you happen to be related to William Afton?" Ford asked after a minute of silence.
Michael momentarily froze at the mention of the name.
"Unfortunately yes, he is my father." Michael said. "How did you know him?"
"I briefly helped him and his friend named Henry develop a technology that they called springlocks." Ford said. "It was a very long time ago."
"Wait, you didn't mention this when you had gone over your backstory when you came out of that portal a couple weeks ago." Dipper said.
"Well, I didn't think it would become relevant anytime soon." Ford said.
"I'm confused, you just came out of a portal just recently. Why were you in one in the first place?" Michael said.
"Look, the whole thing with the portal isn't relevant at the moment and long story short is that I was dragged into a portal to be stuck between dimensions for 30 years before being rescued by my twin brother." Ford said.
"Are you going to explain how you basically helped to develop a technology with Michael's father?" Dipper asked.
"Oh yea, I highly recommend that you take a seat because it's a somewhat lengthy story." Ford said.