Slices of Life and Family

by bluefrostyy

PART 3 of The life of Sebastian Pines! (Read that first, I doubt you'll understand what's going on) The story follows Seb's life after Gravity Falls. Bill was defeated, but the Pines family still have thousands of adventures together. Old characters will come back, new characters will make an appearance, all to accompany Seb through his journey as a human (Cowritten with Mizuuma)

11. Closing a cycle of hate and moving on

hello guys! I'm back (College is going to kill me and I have been there for 2 weeks, I feel it.) But anyway! We hope you enjoy this chapter! As always, drawing in deviantart

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After the living room was cleaned, the two triplets sat down on the couch. Seb knew Wanda wasn't coming down (not wanting to see Ford), so he had time to be with his brother. He made tea for the two of them, he wanted an adult drink, but he needed to drink with a responsible adult who would be able to handle him, stop him before he got too drunk, and that adult wasn't Ford, who was another light weight.

"So, how've you been? You know, aside from therapy and work? And apparently being wrestled into your bed?" Seb asked, sitting back and sipping his tea.

"Um, not much, really...I've been doing some research, started some projects, Soos tried to explain to me what anime was…"

"Uh huh, Soos loves doing that."

"Um, I talk to Melody a bit more too, she's nice. And Abuelita cooks me lunch now."

"UMMM! Abuelita's cooking is delicious~ Not as much as mine of course~ " Seb smirked and Ford rolled his eyes. He finished his tea and put the cup on the table to continue speaking. "And well, I try to follow Ashton's advice more, you know? Talking to people is hard but he has helped me and...I feel like I know more about myself now." He looked down at his hands. "I had...a serious problem with my hands-"

"Noo~ Really?" Seb giggled sarcastically.

"-Shh! I still had a problem with them, which I thought I had overcome as a kid when I grew up...but apparently I hadn't…" Ford felt a little odd to admit this fact so openly. But it felt nice to get it off his shoulders.

Seb nodded at Ford's admission. "Well, I still had lots of self image issues too. Linda's worked with on me with that."

The two nodded at the same time and Seb poured more tea because sugary tea was life. "You know...we shouldn't listen to what others call us or think of us, we're so much better than any average pathetic meatsack!" Ford laughed at that. "Maybe we shouldn't! What do they know, right?" The two clicked their cups and Seb decided they were playing chess because he said so and it was his house.

As he searched for the box, he called. "But seriously though, humans can be so evil too...they'll try to hurt you and make you feel bad about yourself...and it's hard to ignore that, you know? When you're trying to fit in like a human…"

Ford understood. Not the human part, but the part about trying to fit in. Seb found the box and sat in front of him again. "But, they aren't true, like the bullies' mean words or the teachers' cruel words or-or Filbrick calling you a worthless piece of shit and beating you up, you know? I know that's not true and that I didn't deserve that!" Seb laughed and started setting the game. Ford frowned a bit at his words. Ouch.

"Sebastian, I'm so sorry that I never noticed what you were really going through." Ford said quietly. "As your brother, I should have… should have done something to try and help you. Like Stanley always did…" Ford squeezed his hands together, ashamed at his own self centered ignorance of what had been happening to his brother.

"It's ok, I survived, didn't I?" Seb chuckled softly, but there was still sadness in his voice. "You didn't know I didn't deserve it, I didn't know I didn't deserve it, Stan just didn't want me to get hit, whether I deserved it or not, you really couldn't have done anything."

"No that's not what I meant." Ford shook his head. "I should have known that no matter how badly you were behaving, you shouldn't have been hit." He grumbled, annoyed and ashamed. "But, but I let-let Pa get into me, and, and I just thought-!" Seb raised a hand calmly. "Hey, it's ok...you were also just a child, ok? And human children are dumb. It's not your fault…"

"I hated you." Ford blurted out quickly and Seb stopped, confused. "Excuse me?" Ford quickly worked on a way to explain. "I-I didn't really, but-but I-I feel like I did, but I didn't know that! I didn't know I was feeling that way…" Ford took a deep breath. "I...I thought, Pa said I shouldn't be like you, because...you know, you were like you were, and I, I somehow ended up not...liking you very much...and thinking you were so annoying and just...the person I shouldn't be, to be more than just a freak and be worthy, like-like Pa said...I'm so sorry…" He had treated Seb so terribly because of that as they grew up...

Seb was silent for a long time, fidgeting with a pawn, and Ford feared he managed to hurt his brother again, but his brother finally spoke up. "...He called you a freak?" Ford nodded slowly. "He...implied it, it wasn't direct but he always said 'more than just' so by logic he thought I was one."

Seb looked furious right now. No, it couldn't be! Filbrick only insulted him ! He spent so much time hitting him that Seb thought the man wouldn't have the energy to hurt his other brothers! Why would he even call Ford not worth it?! He was a child genius! Was some stupid extra fingers really too much for that man to tolerate?!

"I recall this one time when we were kids...you told us he called you dumb after getting a bad grade, to…'make up...for your hands…'" Seb frowned. "You can't be serious that it happened more than one time!" Seb didn't care if Filbrick had basically told Ford to hate him, he was pissed because he had used SEB as a way to make Ford hate HIMSELF!

"Filbrick you fucking asshole!" Seb hissed, making Ford jump. "It's one thing to treat me like shit, I could take it! But Ford?! That-" Seb took a few deep breaths to calm down. "Well, you're okay now right?" Seb turned to Ford and clasped his hands. "You don't hate yourself, right?"

Ford was a bit shocked but he managed to shake his head. "I was just insecure about my-my hands." Seb stood up angrily, knocking the chess board but with his powers he quickly caught it and left it floating. "Your hands! Its-" Seb smiled sadly. "I don't understand, Sixer...how just one little extra digit on your hands and feet could-could be seen like some sort of...monstrosity! It's just fingers! And you have perfectly functional ones!" It hurt the youngest triplet so much to learn this, Ford had no idea. Knowing Ford didn't want to be a freak like him was fine, Seb was weird as a kid, but little Ford was told that if he wasn't more than perfect, he'd be a freak, his abilities wouldn't matter shit because his fingers made him a worthless freak like Seb by default, and so he had to avoid being freakish so he wouldn't be treated like Seb. WHY ?!

"He never understood...That stupid asshole! Your fingers were fine! Even the doctors said so when Filbrick wanted them to cut them off!"

Ford opened his mouth to speak, but when he heard the last sentence he went silent and it took him a while to recover his voice. "Wha-What do you mean? Ma-Ma and Pa wanted to...cut them first?" So they DID try making him normal…

Seb didn't seem too happy about it though. He went to the kitchen to eat something as he ranted. He grabbed a gerber baby food and a spoon. "I mean yeah? You don't know? Oh right, you all don't remember being babies…" Seb took a spoonful of apple baby food to his mouth. "We were around 9 months, I think. It was around the time Ma was trying to change breastfeeding for bottles, but you didn't like it and you always cried when she didn't let you suckle her-"

"OK! Moving on- Continue !" Ford shrieked red-faced. He didn't need to know that.

"And well, Filbrick told Ma, about searching for a doctor to remove our extra fingers and my eye. Ma was reluctant but Filbrick didn't give a shit so we all went anyway." Seb continued, stopping from time to time to hum at the deliciousness of this baby food. "This doctor made the exams and stuff and he said he wouldn't. "

"And, and why not?"

"Because surgeries are delicate and dangerous, Brainiac." Seb rolled his eye. "If you have a perfectly healthy baby, who doesn't have deformed or half formed hands, whose fingers are fully functional and fully developed with all that flesh and bones and nerves and stuff, why would you risk damaging said fingers trying to remove one?" Seb laughed humorlessly. "The doctor was afraid that attempting to take off perfectly functional fingers would damage the nerves and paralyze our hands, crippling us for life." What a weak nerve system to be honest, if you asked Seb.

Stanford froze. He hadn't even thought about that. He rubbed his fingers. His hands could have been crippled… that… that would have been even worse than having six fingers, because then he wouldn't even be able to hold books or write or-

"They did try to remove my eye though." Seb shrugged. Ford looked up at that. "What?!"

"Yeah. It was scary as shit. And it hurt!" Seb grimaced. "Don't know why the anesthesia didn't keep me knocked out, probably some good ol' negligence, but in the middle of it I woke up, but the doctors didn't know… I couldn't scream and-the doctors didn't stop...Probably didn't even care...Worse of all is that it didn't even work!" Seb rubbed his eyepatch a little bit. "The fucking thing grew back just as it was almost gone, I think it was due to my fast healing or my nature, who knows. It Freaked the doctors out. And it was hours of surgery that I was forced to remember which didn't even do shit." and Ford felt sick all over again. Seb had his eye removed- and he had to remember it?! Feel it as it was happening?! And after all that pain, his demon eye simply grew back-

"At the end the doctors told Ma and Filbrick that they couldn't because of some doctor bullshit, but I wasn't at risk with my 'blind eye'...You should have seen Filbrick's face when he realized he wasted thousands of dollars on me for nothing…" Seb winced. At least Filbrick didn't take it out on him for that (he just raged and shouted at his mom because he was an asshole), and Ma cuddled him a lot afterward.

Seb looked at Ford's wide-eyed expression, not really noticing his brother's more than horrified face as he was making his own epiphany of a different nature. "Hey~ Maybe that's why Filbrick hates me! Because he wasted so much money on me, and I never managed to pay him back for it." Seb gasped softly and licked the now empty container. "What a realization, I should tell Linda about it."

Ford felt sicker than before. He felt like throwing up. He was still holding his hands tight. He had always wondered why he never had had surgery to remove his fingers and knowing not only his father tried to remove them, but he got angry and insisted on it despite the doctor's refusal for baby him's well being (an irrational decision that could have left him crippled)… and Seb's own failed surgery, which could be the reason their Pa hated him… he ran a hand through his hair. "Oh fuck...holy fuck…I'm so sorry…" Ford pulled his brother into a hug, shoulders shaking. He had always being so self-centered, thinking only about himself and pitied himself for being such a freak, that he never thought of his brother's own fears and insecurities, that he might have felt just as sad as him..., just taking his condition as some sort of fact ! Ford knew that Ashton had pointed this out, but to hear it from Seb directly…

"Our father… wasn't a very nice man, even if he spent money on you for nothing, that's… that's not an excuse for…" Ford winced. Was that why their father had thrown Sebastian out for breaking his project? Because he'd cost them millions- that might have been able to pay back the surgery? Not that still wasn't an excuse. Filbrick had been hard on Sebastian for their whole lives and it wasn't...

"You shouldn't have had to go through that…" Ford whimpered. Seb's frozen body slowly relaxed to hug Stanford back. "Eh, it happened. Better that if was me and not you or Stan. Or Shermie. God if Filbrick had ever laid a hand on Shermie I would have bitten it off." Seb half-joked.

Seb patted Ford's back gently and laid his head on his shoulder. "Its ok… we're fine now, we won't see him again, ok?" Seb felt Ford nod. "Do you still feel the same about me?

"N-NO! Of course not!" Ford gasped. He didn't hate Seb anymore, not once he'd finally realized that had been what he was doing, unconsciously.

"Then what Filbrick told us shouldn't matter shit!" Seb kissed his forehead and Ford laughed sheepishly. "Did-Did you just kiss me?" Seb nodded shamelessly. "I love you, piece of shit, accept my love!" Ford laughed and patted Seb's head, unable to really kiss him back, it was too weird to think about. Kissing was something their mom did to show affection, he wasn't… he couldn't do that!

Seb giggled. "Well come on, I'm hungry and I can't just keep eating baby food."

Some sandwiches and juice boxes later, neither of them felt like sleeping, despite how it was late (for Ford that was normal though). They wanted to make up for the lost time.

"So...How about we play now? I didn't take this out for nothing!" Seb motioned at the floating game and put it on the floor. He sat down cross legged and with his powers moved a pawn. "Your turn!" He put one arm behind his head.

Ford smiled and sat down as well, sheepishly wiping a wild tear. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" He teased. Seb definitely knew he used to play with Bill.

"Of course, I'm testing you~"

Ford didn't mind though. What Seb did was HIS, not Bill, it had a new meaning if his brother did it, that's why this was fine, this was great . He finally felt like he was bonding with his triplet.

He moved his first pawn.

Ford was back in Gravity Falls the next day. The two fell asleep during their 8th round of chess (Seb won 6 of them and claimed he let Ford win the others because he was tired), and they woke up with Wanda's stern "Don't you have to leave already?"

And in fact, he had, his flight was in a few hours. Shermie and the twins were leaving later because father and daughter liked to sleep and didn't feel capable of such a big responsibility that was waking up early.

Hours later Ford was back home and found Fiddleford in the center at night when Ford burst into Fiddleford's lab. "FIDDLEFORD, I DID IT!"

"Jesus freaking Christ!" Fiddleford clasped a hand over his heart. "Don't scare me like that Stanford!" He almost dropped the screw he was holding. It would have been annoying to have to find it again.

...from inside Ford's body as Fiddleford had been ready to throw it straight at his friend in shock.

Ford was grinning widely as he ran up and perched himself on the edge of Fiddleford's workbench. "I'm back." "I can see." Fiddleford deadpanned. "And I talked to Sebastian. The twins were also pretty happy to see me, Zully's doing fine, she's just bald now, and I think I did pretty good, if I can say so myself! Wanda still hates me though, but I think I can live with that for now..."

Fiddleford nodded. "Ah, well, that's good, right?" He couldn't help but notice how happy Ford looked. He was glad everything went fine with Sebastian. Those two deserved that closure. And then Ford told his friend about what he'd learned from Seb about their father's thoughts on their respective deformities and Fiddleford dropped his screw. He clutched his screwdriver in his other hand as his hands shook. "Yer Pa did that…" Fiddleford couldn't believe any father would be able to do that to their own child. His own Pa had been hard on him for "Bein' inta that wacky mo-jo science shit!", but even he had never treated him like how this Filbrick treated his own sons.

Fiddleford twitched as his urge to 'build a giant robot to rampage against the person who makes me angry' demanded for him to head over to Jersey and tear down a certain Pawn Shop...

And he actually did. He started building his masterpiece to avenge his friends, but he accidentally spoiled it to Stanford, who immediately tried to stop him. "You don't need to do that!"

"But he deserves it!" For hurting them!

"But you already got arrested once! And I don't want to go through that again!" Ford insisted. After a long discussion, Fiddleford agreed to desist, but Ford knew he kept the blueprints somewhere. He still appreciated his friend's concern for his sake. Even if it was in a very weird way of expressing it.

-.-

"You will stop calling your uncle that, you'll feel HAPPY for the two of them making up and you'll stop being a brat or we are going to have problems, is that clear?!"

Dillon glared at his dad and after a hissed "Fine." He went to his room. Ugh! Just because he was still angry at Ford, Dad got angry at him. He was glad Uncle Seb was happy with him again, because he deserved to he happy, but why couldn't he still feel upset? Ford had been mean !

They visited Sebastian, Wanda and the twins a few days ago and he was glad he didn't see Ford then!

Dillon curled up on his bed and fumed. After a while of cursing at the uncle he barely knew, he took a deep breath. Ok, he was being very mean now. If Uncle Seb forgave him, then he should too...but...he'd still be distant because Uncle Ford never really talked to him. And to be honest, Dillon still didn't know how to feel about uncle Ford. He was always being so… unapproachable, as if Dillon wasn't worth talking to. Always locking himself in his lab and only wanting to talk to Dipper whenever they went over. Uncle Ford was weird.

Dillon turned to face the ceiling and exhaled. He was sure he was grounded. He was bored now dammit, but he didn't feel like moving from his bed to do anything. So he grabbed his phone and checked his messages. One of them made him smile wide.

He had been taking French at an institute for a few years now and this semester a cute boy joined. Ginger, freckled, and so adorable. He sucked at French though. (Not sure how he was in Dillon's class). They became friends after being class partners, Dillon did all the work and tutored him. This message was actually from the boy attempting to write in French. "Salut copine! help moi (idk the word :p) Je froid" His friend wrote, which wasn't that bad, ignoring the fact he called Dillon a girl classmate and that his friend was the cold, not that he was cold (since the weather's been getting colder).

"Copain*, aide* and j'ai*" Dillon wrote back, to which his friend replied with a "FUCK!" Dillon snorted and rolled around on his bed. His cheeks got warmer at the thought of the ginger choosing to write to him...He wasn't sure what Phillip's orientation was, but being with him was so amazing… "Phillip Abbott…" The teen whispered dreamily the name of his new crush.

"Don't worry, I won't stop until u know French." Dillon added an emoji and screamed when he realized he sent a heart emoji unconsciously. He quickly sent a laughing face with a * "Oops! Srry didn't mean to send that!"

Phillip took a second to reply, leaving him on seen, and Dillon panicked, thinking he made everything uncomfortable and that Phillip would block him and refuse to talk to him again, but his friend finally replied. And he sent a heart too.

"Don't worry, now were even~ And thanks! Ur the best tutor!" Phillip texted him. Philip also sent an emoji of a smiley face sticking his tongue out. Dillon snorted. Phillip was a few years older than him, but he swore the older boy was way more childish.

"I'm the BEST tutor!" Dillon typed back. "How've you been?" he added, since, well, might as well. Part of him wished he could see Phillip outside of French class, but Phillip was an 18 year old (so two years older than Dillon, who was 16) college student who was taking French because he realized he needed things to put in his CV. Dillon sighed dreamily once again. Phillip was a medical student and Dillon thought that was amazing. He was so cute and smart, he graduated high school early and was accepted into college so soon~~

At first he thought Phillip would be a mean person, with his piercings and full sleeve tattoos, but Phillip was the sweetest boy ever and Dillon wanted to kiss him but Phillip probably had a girlfriend (he must have! He was so cool and hot that he must have been snatched up by a girl at his college already!) and he just didn't know...

"Freezing to death in my room, wearing two pairs of socks and reading about cells! U?" Dillon suddenly felt a little special. Phillip was studying and stopped to talk to him ~?

"Oh well, here just...talking to you, wasn't doing anything important, though I have hw I wont do."

"Whaaaatt? Noooo do your hwww!" Phillip sent a sad face with a tear. "Is important for you to learn things! N u are so smart! Im sure its a piece of cake for u~"

Dillon squealed into his pillow. Holy cow Phillip called him smart! The boy procrastinated by talking to his friend until Phillip apologized because he had to read. Dillon said bye and sighed. Best afternoon ever.

There was a soft knock on his door followed by a "Dion! Foo!" And then his mom's "Ya heard your brother, dinner's ready!" Dillons mood was lifted up so he happily skipped outside to the table, so in love and so happy.

He even apologized to his dad for calling his dad's brother a piece of dickhead shit, so that meant he was really in a good mood.

As two year old Diego hit his food against the table with a loud "Bah, bah, bah!" Carla noticed Dillon smiling funnily. "Are you ok, kid?" She laughed.

"Haha, yeah! Its just...I like someone from my French class!" He blurted out before he could hold it back. Stan looked up from his food. "Aaww~ Is little Dillon in love~?" He laughed a bit. "I'm just teasin' ya. So, if you like her, why don't you invite her out on a date? Is she pretty?" Stan asked, interested in his son's life and willing to give him tips if necessary. Dillon fidgeted in his seat, his mood dropping. "N-nngh...I don't know if… if they like me back…"

"Pfft! Of course she'll like you back! Your mom and I made you!" Carla, despite how awkward this was, managed to giggle against her will.

"But what if...if it isn't just ...a-a girl?" Dillon sunk a bit in his chair, waiting for the worse. Stanley gasped. "Wait! Two girls?! You like two ?! No, no, don't date two girls at the same time."

'I don't even like girls…' Dillon thought to himself sadly. He should tell Dad already but he was a coward, he wasn't ready yet.

Besides, he couldn't even date the people he liked, because he didn't have any luck. Like that boy from school a few years ago...They started dating but it didn't last long.

One. Because the kid was weirder than he thought. Two. It was all secret, no one knew. And three, the boy was even more closeted than he was and denied their relationship and insulted Dillon to his face when someone confronted them about it. He had felt so heartbroken that day than it forced him to tell his Ma. At least mom hugged him tight and said she loved him no matter what and that she didn't mind...

But Dad? Dad expected him to have a girlfriend and to like girls, he'd be so disappointed…

Dillon messaged Mabel for help the next day and she only said to tell his dad already and to ask the boy in his French class out. (And to send photos.)

Her advice was poop. Dillon couldn't just ask Phillip out! He didn't even know if Phillip liked him...but dating Phillip sounded...nice...

Dillon shook his head and sniffled. It was stupid to think about this. He couldn't date Phillip. He wouldn't date anyone in his life! He would eventually have to tell his dad that he liked a guy and that he would never like girls. And then he would have to live with his dad's disappointment the rest of his life, alone forever because no one will like him back. That wasn't a happy life in the boy's mind, but he didn't have any other choice...

-.-

"Hey Ford…" Fiddleford started. After making peace with Sebastian, he had seen his friend much better, happier, more energetic, like a content owl. Ashton really made miracles. Fiddleford was a living proof of that, just like Stanford. He saw Ford eat more, he interacted with more people other than Fiddleford, and, if Soos' words were to be believed, Ford hadn't had any nightmares recently.

The ONLY thing no one could solve though, was how much of a workaholic Ford was. No matter how much food he ate, or sleep he had, he ate WHEN he finished work, and he slept when he passed out from working. Fiddleford knew that it wasn't just a basic 'getting distracted' type of thing, Ford had a lot of tedious tasks he had to finish to get his work up to the level where the scientist felt was adequate to stop for now. Meaning Ford ended up spending most of his time simply getting prep-work done before he could actually run his experiments. With this in mind, Fiddleford came up with a solution.

"What do ye think of internships?" The blond had had this idea for a while, allowing an undergraduate or recent graduates to work here. So Ford could get help, or any of them for that matter. "They'd would be like an apprentice of some sort, we can teach them stuff and get help in return?"

Ford grimaced. "But I don't want strange kids running around in the center, even less in my lab!" He had wanted Dipper to be his apprentice back when his nephew was younger, but it was different, he was family and he trusted him. Who knew what those kids could do! He knew how college kids were and they could just come as some sort of vacation and cause more trouble than good!

Fiddleford waved a hand, "Well we can have 'em pass a test to get in. So only kids who are actually into science and have a decent knowledge and understandin' of it can even be allowed to have a chance of an internship here." He didn't plan to call just any kid either! Usually the internships are done by kids finishing their education, which will have to be related to science, OBVIOUSLY.

Ford wasn't very sure. He didn't want help, he didn't need it. "I don't know Fiddleford, I doubt this is a good idea." He shuddered at the thought of some kid messing with his stuff and research.

Fiddleford deadpanned. Ford of course didn't know what he was talking about, so he didn't give a single mcfuck about what he thought. The next day he was researching how internships worked and eventually opened up the vacants spots for around 10 different colleges. He didn't need to ask Ford permission for ANYTHING, the center was his too!

He couldn't babysit Ford all day, so he would get someone to do it FOR FREE! MWAHAHAHA!

It took Ford a while to realize what Fiddleford did. He only realized it when they received the letters from the colleges, the list included Backupsmore and West Coast Tech amount several other colleges, they were so grateful for the offered internships and that they agreed to follow the procedure Dr. McGucket required.

"F!?" Ford exclaimed wide eyed as he read the 10 letters. How could he?! He told him he didn't want this! How could he betray him like this?!

"Oh, don't overreact, Ford." The blond rolled his eyes. "This will be good for everyone! Just imagine being their age and being offered such an opportunity to come to a research center like ours~" He wrapped an arm around Ford's shoulder.

Ford scowled and Fiddleford laughed. "Listen, right now, there are only two open spots, as a sort of testing period. I will be vetting the entrants to see who we're going to allow in here. And I'll show you the profiles of the best options, Ok?"

Ford scowled harder. Worse of all, everyone in the center was excited to get the extra help, so he didn't have support in this. After almost a year of not facetiming with his triplets, he finally face chatted with Seb and Stan. The occasion? To rant about what Fiddleford did to him and how betrayed he felt.

Stan didn't feel like it was a problem, in fact, quite the opposite. "Yes! Interns are the BEST!" He laughed, slapping his leg. "You can boss 'em around to do everything for you! Bring you lunch, coffee, do your paperwork…" Stan grinned. "And the best part? You don't have to PAY them A CENT! Hahaha! You can do that… ah, what's it… work experience! HAH!" He did that with his own slav- er...interns!

Seb frowned. "Just because you don't have to shouldn't mean you don't! Unpaid internship is awful and you shouldn't force those poor kids to go through that." He huffed and folded his arms. He treated his employees correctly, didn't let them do whatever they wanted like Mabel did, he was a stern, but fair, deity.

"Sixer, you better be paying your interns or I'll kill you in my monster form! You too Fez! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

Ford blinked as he looked back and forth between his triplets. "Ah… so… should I pay them?"

"YES!" "NO!"

Ford ran a hand through his hair. "I'll let Fiddleford handle this because it was his idea. I guess they'd get food and a place to stay, right? Is that enough?" He got that when he was an intern too…

Stan laughed "Don't give them nothing!" As Seb scowled "Why are you like this?! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?!"

Ford sighed.

Teens throughout the country struggled to get the internship, and Wanda struggled with her new mission: to ask Seb to marry her. She wanted to do this, she felt that if she didn't do this, now, it would never happen. When she mentioned it to Alex and Johnny, they laughed at her disgrace. "Just like when you were teens!" They joked.

Wanda didn't find it funny at all. She was letting too much time pass! Their twins were growing up so fast. Zully went through a couple of months of rehabilitation and physical therapy after their casts were removed and now the baby went back to being the curious happy child they were. Zully's hair was still short (which the baby loved, unknown to their parents), but Seb and Wanda were hoping it'd grow back soon so they could braid it or give them adorable ponytails.

They were thinking the twins should go to a pre-school once they were a little older, they were 2 years old (soon to be THREE in a few months) maybe it was the best for them to interact with other children, they were very sociable, but they still didn't have control of their powers, and Seb didn't want them to reveal themselves in front of people who didn't know about weirdness. But he didn't want the twins to have no social interaction with children their age.

There were some other babies around the neighborhood and Seb had taken the twins to the park to play with them, but that was only for short periods of time. A daycare or preschool would allow for more time to be around other people. Wanda and Seb both also wanted their kids to be able to handle being away from them for periods of time, before they had to start kindergarten, just so they'd be able to acclimate to the idea of school.

Wanda considered this particular detail very important because the twins were extremely clingy, particularly with Seb. They went everywhere with him, when he was home they were playing in the same room, they napped with him, went shopping with him, accompanied him to the hairdresser, they even went to the clothing store when Seb checked it from time to time for business reasons.

She feared a future tantrum when they were forced to separate for school…

Wanda came out of her thoughts abruptly when she heard a scream. Seb wasn't home, he had to see someone to make a contract for a fashion show or something (she didn't understand the fashion world, just like Seb didn't understand law) so she went to see her crying baby.

Who wasn't a baby anymore, oh god. The year finished so fast! They were almost three… Toddlers, they were toddlers…

It was Zully, who, between tears and snot, explained that they couldn't find their blanket anywhere after they woke up from their nap. "I-I, I didn' see it and and I was scawed! Blankie! I wan my blankie!" they wailed. The twins talked constantly, learning new words every day. It was great because they could finally express what they wanted.

"It's ok, sweetie, we're going to find it, but don't cry ok? If you cry, we can't think where blankie can be." Wanda explained. Zully sniffled and wiped their tears. "Ok mommy…"

Zoe joined in the search for the yellow blanket. "Is not in kick-chen!" The little girl exclaimed. Zully searched in the bathrooms but it wasn't there either. Wanda thought they had washed it with some clothes accidentally, but it wasn't in the laundry. It wasn't in the car either. She called her mom, in case they left the blanket there, but nothing. She texted Seb, but the blanket wasn't with him either.

Zully was getting more and more desperate, and Wanda too. The damn blankie was gone. Seb came home and all hell broke loose, Zully went to sob over their daddy with all their might. Seb hugged the toddler and rocked them. "Oh, please don't cry, I'm sure it should be somewhere, princess." He cooed as the toddler hid their head on his neck.

However, when Seb talked to Wanda privately, he wasn't very positive. "Nope. It's gone, Wands, I think we left it in the park." He declared plainly.

"And what do we do then?" Wanda asked. Zully didn't like sleeping without it. Seb hummed in thought. "We bought that at the Mall, lets just buy her another one. We have to buy them some new clothes anyway." Seb shrugged. The only problem was that Zully loved that blanket because it was worn and liked the texture. It would take a while for the new blanket to be the same. But it was the best they could do.

They explained it to Zully ("Life is sometimes unfair, sweetie and things are gone and you just have to deal with it.") and the toddler reluctantly agreed after a lot of crying. They were still devastated though, blankie was gone and it made them feel so sad and alone. Zoe, not giving a fuck (kids were self centered at their age), was excited to go to the mall because she could get new toys and choose the clothes she liked.

They bought a new blanket there, just as bright yellow as the last one, which Zully hugged as a consolation gift and rubbed it sadly against their face. "Feel new and sad. Blankie has no life." Zully sighed heavily, far too heavy for a 2 year old. Wanda was sure Zully was just being dramatic, like their dad, and they'd forget about it in a few days. Well, Zully wouldn't. Just like the toddler was doing now, they would start to constantly rub their new blanket against their face or the couch or the wall or Seb's face (which annoyed him to no end), to try and get it to wear down back into the same state as their old blankie.

Apparently they really liked the way it felt, with the little bunched up fabric balls and frayed ends and wouldn't be satisfied until it felt perfect. (Wanda would eventually start to worry that Zully was obsessed).

But she didn't know about that yet. They had the blanket and she high-sixed Seb. Done. Now clothes. With the twins in those car shaped carts from the Shopping Mall the parents had to push, they walked among the people and examined each store as they made their way to the center were the store with lots of kids clothes were. Wanda's eye caught the name of a certain store. She almost didn't stop but she was forced to. It was a jewelry store with many beautiful rings and necklaces exhibited.

"Something caught your attention?" Wanda jumped when Seb came up behind her. "Wanna go in?" Seb offered with a smile. Wanda flushed. "Ah, you can go get the kids some clothes, I'm just going to look at something, I won't be gone long." Wanda waved him off. Well… actually…

"Wait. Come with me and just tell me which one you like." Wanda sighed. Would probably be easier.

"Oh, cool! Are you getting new earrings? I could use a new pair." Seb didn't take the twins out of their stroller prisons, in case they ran away, and the four entered the store. The woman behind the counter looked at them and smiled. "Hi, how can I help you?"

"My girlfriend saw something outside and wants to see it." Seb informed her. "Sure! What was it?"

Wanda pointed to a glass exhibition away from them. "Seb, can you get one of those necklaces, I liked them all but you have better judgement on stuff like that."

"Of course I do! I'm an expert on GOLD~ WINK!" He smirked and skipped away. When he was out of earshot, the blonde leaned closer to the seller. "I want to propose but he's a dummy and I want him to love the idea of marriage, help me?"

The seller looked down at the twins in the shared cart and cooed. "Well does he want to get married?" The seller asked. Wanda sighed. "He thinks it's just a societal and religious ritual that's pointless since he loves me and he doesn't need a ring to prove it, but I want to make our relationship official. It's not about the ring, it's about the legally binding contract and well… maybe it's a little selfish, but I want that."

The seller nodded slowly. "Well, you could always just get the paperwork done or…"

"But...I want to do...you know, proposing and having a nice memory with him…" Wanda looked at Seb debating at the necklaces. "It might just be me being a little silly, but I sort of want the party and everything. To celebrate us being together officially and all that." The woman nodded with a knowing smile. "He seems to like jewelry, you better choose the perfect ring."

Wanda groaned. "Help me do that? Please? I know nothing about jewelry!"

Wanda was lucky that this sales clerk was nice. Instead of pointing the clueless woman toward the most expensive rings, she instead asked her "Well what does your boyfriend do? Does he handle chemicals or use his hands a lot? I doubt he works with hard labor, considering how skinny he is…" And how delicate his hands looked...

And so it went, the clerk questioned Wanda about herself and Sebastian to match them up with the best rings that would work for them and their lifestyles.

Seb eventually joined them with the things he chose for his girlfriend. He wasn't really aware that all this was for the proposing, he thought this was for Wanda, so he suggested some pieces of jewelry and wanted to help. He spent a good time admiring a certain ring though, one with a little diamond that glowed a faint yellow with the light.

It wasn't missed by the women. Wanda knew he had to get this ring. Of course he cast it aside with a laugh "This is beautiful, but not for you." and continued searching for something for her, of course. Wanda sent a look at the other woman, who nodded in understanding. She casually took it for safekeeping and gave Wanda a card with the store number.

They left the store, much to the bored twins relief, with a thin golden bracelet Sebastian bought, and he chose a triangular pendant to go with it. Wanda loved it (and tried not to laugh when Seb mentioned he could check on her with it, that was so sappy and cute of him to say). Seb also got a few pairs of ratings for him and Wanda to share, they shared much of their jewelry. Most of it was officially Seb's though.

"We buy clothes now?" Zoe called from her cart, she was bored of driving it already!

"Yes, yes, don't be impatient, we're almost there." Seb rolled his eye. Kids.

Once there, he opened the doors of the car to free the twins and grabbed their hands. "Ok, listen, you little demons." The blonds giggled. "You two need shirts, so I want you to choose long and short sleeved ones, pants, and shoes. The little label on the collar and waist must show a 4. Mom and I will let you choose." Seb pointed at the color coded sections. "In this side, you'll find mostly pink stuff and on that other side, blue stuff. As long as its your size and the colors match, you can have it."

He freed them and Zoe ran towards the girls section because the shirts with sparkling sequins and bright colors caught her attention. Zully was intimidated to have so much freedom and clung to their mom instead. "I'll help Zully, you go watch Zoe." Wanda told Seb, and he nodded before he ran after Zoe who was pulling the clothes to the floor to see them. "Hey! Hey stop it!" He shouted.

Zoe flinched just a bit, and waited impatiently for her dad to show her the clothes. "I want this!" She pointed at a green t-shirt with a heart on it. Seb checked the right size and moved on. "Ok, but no more pulling."

"Okie! Can I get new dolly? The-the wons you can change cwothes!" Zoe grabbed Daddy's hand and jumped as she looked for a shirt she liked. "No, you destroy your dolls." Zoe always ended up twisting their limbs and heads off. He liked destroying stuff as a child too, but he didn't want Zoe to do it!

"Pwweasseee! I behave?"

"No, we came for clothes, maybe another day." Seb told her but the girl with green and brown eyes didn't like that answer. She had been so very patient in that store and she wanted new toys NOW! Zoe pulled away and started screaming on the floor. "AAAHHHH! I WANT MY DOLL!"

Seb groaned and massaged his temples. Zoe kicked her arms and legs frantically, and they were starting to draw attention. "Zoe, stand up." He asked, but of course the toddler didn't listen. "Zoe Pines! I said stand up!" He ordered.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

He was forced to pull her to her feet when her hands caught on fire and she tried to burn down a stack of clothes. With a headache, he dragged her away from the store, holding her hand firm so she wouldn't run away and to absorb her energy. "LET GO!" Zoe shrieked.

"Zoe, listen to me, we aren't going anywhere until you calm down." He slowly let go of her hands when it was fire free. "You know you're being insufferable right now, right?" Seb glared, eye flashing red for a second.

"N-not unsuf-able." Zoe whimpered as she rubbed her eyes. "I want toy!" Her heterochromatic eyes were full of tears.

"And I said we can get it some other day. Today is clothes day." Zoe went back to sobbing and Seb threw his head back. WHY HIM?! He flinched a bit when he heard a very familiar sound and he turned around to another corner where another dad was having the same problem with his son. But he resorted to an easier tactic and slapped his kid. His own brat shut up with tears in his wide eyes and Seb heard him ordering the boy to behave before going back inside.

"No hit me…" Zoe also noticed the scene apparently and whimpered. He took a deep breath and gently stroked Zoes cheek. "Hey...I would never hurt you, baby." And that was true, he couldn't bring himself to do what Filbrick did to him. "-but I want you to listen to me, ok? Or I'm taking you home and this entire day is over." He looked down at Zoe sternly.

"I want toy." She muttered, stubbornly like any Pines, and Seb nodded. "I know you want it, but you aren't getting it, even less if you scream and EMBARRASS ME and make me take you out of the store. I told you we can come some other day. Your screams only makes me want to NOT return and buy toys." He was a slave to his kids most of the time, but when it came to these sorts of things, to the real stuff, he needed to do a good parenting, he didnt take shit from anyone. Not even his kids.

"No...I want toys…" Zoe wiped her tears. She prefered waiting more than never having them EVER, though. "We...we come 'notheh day? Pwomise?" Seb nodded and pulled her to a hug. Zoe clung to his neck and whined. "Cawy me." She asked.

Ok, he could do that…

As Seb returned to the store to continue shopping, Wanda was following Zully who was looking at a dinosaur shirt, it was pretty cute. "This?" Zully smiled when mommy approved their choice and they put it in the bag they were using. As Zully was much more calm than Zoe, finding the clothes was a quick and easy process. they got a blue shirt with a green dinosaur on it, a white t-shirt with green and light blue stripes, blue and brown jeans, dark blue sneakers and a pink long sleeved dress which had a brown hood on it (Zully loved that) and it had a sheep on it (Zully loved that too. They loved animals).

"Is a sheep! Beeehh!" Zully giggled as they imitated a sheep. Wanda couldn't help but laugh. "That's a farm animal." Wanda told them with a smile.

"And the are mowe fawm animals! Like pigs and cows! And chick-ins!"

"Um, excuse me." A woman tapped Wanda's shoulder, interrupting her from the adorable scene. She was holding a girl's hand. "You're in the girls section."

"...Yes?"

The other woman rolled her eyes as if Wanda was stupid. "So take your son away! I saw you buying clothes in the boys' section minutes ago so send him there, you're making my daughter uncomfortable." Despite the woman's words, her daughter didn't seem to mind Zully, in fact, she looked more uncomfortable at the way her mother was squeezing her hand so tightly.

Wanda looked at Zully, who was looking up at the woman in confusion. The child's hair was still pretty short because of the surgery. "Her name is Zully. And we can buy wherever we want."

Zully frowned a bit when the woman gasped horrified. "Even worse! You're buying her boy's clothes! How dare you?! You're going to confuse her!" Zully saw the way mommy's eyes narrowed at what the other lady said.

Mommy took their hand to walk away (Intelligent decision. Mommy claimed to be very ra-tional and calmer than Dad, but she could throw fists if provoked out of the courtroom. Mommy was scary too). "Come, Zully, let's pay for this…"

Wanda huffed. What was wrong with people not minding their own business?!

Zully was confused at the woman's words. First, the woman called them 'he', like dad, and told them to go to the boy's section, which dad always called blue section, so the woman must be wrong, but then the woman called them 'she' like mommy, like everybody else did, and told them it was wrong to buy 'boys' clothes.

It was so confusing. Daddy never said there were stuff for just girls or boys...What made things for girls and boys that way anyway? Zully rubbed their head with a free hand.

What were they then?

Zully didn't mind when people called them 'she', mostly because they didn't know anything else, the child just assumed that must be because mommy and daddy called them so. But...being called 'he'...it felt...different. A nice different, actually. It was being like daddy, and Zully loved Mommy, but they prefer being more like daddy! 'Shes' had lumpy chests and longer hair and 'hes' had flat chests and short hair. And Zully liked having shorter hair. (It didn't get in their food while eating and they could clean it faster!)

"Mommy? That waady called me a boy." Zully looked up. "I know, just ignore her, sweetie. You're a pretty girl, doesn't matter if your hair is long or short." Wanda placed the clothes Zully picked out on the countertop so the clerk could scan them.

Zully frowned. What?! If it wasn't hair that made someone a boy or girl, then what?! "And what make a boy ow giwl?" Wanda stopped and thought. She decided she didn't want to talk about that in the Mall so she changed the topic. "Want a toy?"

"Yeah!" Zully exclaimed as they bounced on their feet. They had fragile memory and got easily distracted just like their dad. Zully got a plushie of a puppy that made sounds when you pressed its back and came with a baby bottle to feed it and a kit to take care of it if it got sick.

Wanda paid and they put the dog in a bag, much to Zully's complaints ("He won't be able to bweath!") The brown eyed kid didn't throw a tantrum though. When they met back with Seb and Zoe ( who got Batman shirts, more dinosaurs shirts, pants with flower patterns and bunny socks) at the entrance, Seb freaked out when Wanda told him she bought Zully a cute toy. "But I just told Zoe we wouldn't buy toys today! She threw a tantrum and I had to take her out, are you kidding me?!" He hissed-whispered.

"Oops."

"Thanks, Friedmann."

They couldn't return the puppy now that Zully had showed it to their twin before it could be stopped and Zoe wanted one too. She glared at Seb for lying to her. Getting toys for Zully and not her?! Like their uncles did months ago?! "NOT FAI'!"

Seb took the twins to the car with their shopping bags as Wanda explained that she didn't know that today wasn't a toy day but Zully had been on good behavior so they got a toy. Zoe was very upset but Wanda told her that if she was really good and behaved, she could get a toy next time they went to the mall.

Zully shyly offered to share their puppy with their sister. "But pwease dun wiip his head off." Zully told her. Zoe pulled off a perfect eye roll. "I dun wiip it! I bite it!"

And poor Seb had to separate the kids before Zoe really bit the puppy and made Zully cry. Wanda sighed. Why'd their kids have to take after Seb? In opposite ways too! Zoe got Seb's hyperactive maniac tendencies, and Zully got Seb's over-emotional sensitivity. Wanda made a mental note to try and at least teach the kids her own brand of common sense. They would really need that.

-.-

Ford was quite unhappy. Fiddleford and the others were thrilled to meet the new interns but Ford thought this was all a waste of time.

"They passed the exams I sent put wi' flying colors Stanford. They're really the best of all the applicants." Fiddleford patted his shoulder. Ford was being so petulant about this. Fiddleford sighed. "Why don't you want interns?" He asked. Ford shuffled in place as he looked away. "They just…" he tried to come up with an excuse but he knew Fiddleford would see right through them so he went with the truth. "I'm afraid they might leak our experiments on that… Social Media thing I've heard so much about." And Ford didn't want anyone knowing/stealing their ideas and innovations! They already had to deal with spies from other companies trying to sneak in and steal valuable research data.

Fiddleford hummed, stroking his chin in thought. Part of him was laughing at how Ford was such an old man trapped in a young(ish) body. "You know, teens live off their cell phones. We can always take them away and give them limited ones? For calls only and the phone won't allow them to take photos or access any social website."

"So, give them real phones…?" Ford raised an eyebrow. "When did phones stop being used to call ANYWAY?"

Fiddleford laughed at his exasperated face and patted his back. "Don't worry, it will work. We'll tell them it's for safety precautions. Get those wrinkles off your face and coat, you have to look perfect when they arrive!" The mechanic turned away and Ford pouted. "I don't have wrinkles…" he rubbed a hand across his face self consciously.

A group of scientists were already waiting, they were very curious about the kids. There was a tourist bus parked for the Shack, but it was already leaving, so the kids arrival would be less noisy.

Eventually, another bus pulled up and a smiling girl skipped out, carrying a duffle bag and a backpack while the boy behind her was pulling out a big suitcase, grimacing at the trees and grass (and bugs!) and just wanting to get inside already.

Stanford and Fiddleford received them at the entrance, under the sun of the starting summer. "Greetings, I'm Dr. Pines, he's Dr. McGucket, it's...a pleasure to have you here Ms. Se, Mr. Lodge." Ford said politely because what else could he do? They were already here.

The two stared at them with equally awed expressions. It boosted Ford's ego. Just a little.

"V-Viola…" The girl stuttered. "You can call me Viola, Dr. Pines, if you wish…" Fiddleford looked at the boy. "And what's your name?" He knew it, he just wanted the boy to introduce himself.

"Tyler, Tyler Lodge, Dr. Mcgucket, I'm from West Coast Tech, first in my class, I'm studying Physics and I'm utterly sure I'll be of great help here and will learn a lot from you and your team." His tone was very superior as he straightened out, looking very self assured of himself. Fiddleford nodded and turned to Viola. "And you miss? What's your field of study?"

The girl tried to straighten up and look as confident as Tyler was, "I'm Viola Se from-from...Backupsmore…" She smiled a little when the two scientists nodded with a smile of their own. "Chemistry major, with a minor in animal biology, my focus is on frogs." she blushed when Tyler laughed. "You study frogs ?" Tyler stared at her. Viola seemed to shrink in on herself. "They're cute." she pouted. "And the secretions from their skin are fascinating to study…"

"Well you're in luck." Fiddleford grinned. "There're plenty of frogs here in Gravity Falls, I can show you the mud pits where I used ta farm 'em. 'Course, that was back when I ate 'em but… well…"

Ford nudged him in the ribs and forced a smile. Viola seemed fascinated, Tyler was just disgusted. "We...should probably come in…I guess we will give you a tour around and show you the sleeping quarters…" He started walking with his hands behind his back and Fiddleford trailed after him. "Ate them? Seriously?!" Ford hissed at his friend. Fiddleford rolled his eyes. "They're delicious, I'll have ya know."

Tyler pushed in front of Viola and walked in first. "No offense, Viola, but we both know which college is superior. I'm surprised you made it here considering you couldn't even get into a decent college." The boy walked faster to catch up with Ford and Fiddleford. Viola gasped and was stunned for a second before running up to him.

"You are not better than me just because you-" Viola glared and Tyler laughed as he interrupted. "Oh, of course I am, I got into West Coast Tech through my grades and my parents paid off my tuition so I don't have to struggle with debt for the next twenty years. My parents even paid for extra education, extra courses that matter and will make me a useful, competent professional. But don't worry~ Dr. McGucket seemed interested in your little frog thing. Not surprised that's the best you could come up with, in a college infested with bugs."

"It-It's not! It was-It was just a phase from the 70's to the 90's, but everything is clean now!" She defended her school, but that only made Tyler laugh harder.

Viola stopped walking and she gulped down the lump in her throat. Tyler called out in a surprisingly sweet voice. "Come on Viola, we have to catch up to them, you don't want to get lost in here, do you~?" he sounded sincere but that was only because the two older scientists had stopped to see what was the hold up. Viola clenched her fists but refused to let this bother her. She couldn't get into West Coast because her parents couldn't afford it. And the scholarship had a cut off point for how many people they allowed in, and she just didn't make it. But she had heard that Backupsmore was actually a pretty decent school nowadays (despite the name) and when she did some research into it, found out that it was due to many donations to the school from some alumni.

The same alumni that she was now hoping to learn from in this internship. It wasn't public knowledge that Dr. McGucket and Dr. Pines went to Backupsmore but one of the old professors at the school had talked fondly about them once. (He spent the entire class talking about how great they were, instead of you, know, the actual class. It was still pretty entertaining though). It gave Viola hope, since, if they could do so well, then she should be able to as well. With some hard work and perseverance! (And a whole lot of luck and social connections to these great scientists through this internship…)

And, best part. This was going to be a PAID internship! Viola let that knowledge put a spring back into her step. Fuck Tyler, she was going to work hard on her internship and learn everything she could. And if Dr. McGucket really could show her where the frogs were, well, she could work on getting more data for her own research paper!

They continued the tour. They talked about safety and forbidden areas, which Tyler looked like he wanted to check out until Dr. McGucket told him it was because some areas had high radiation and they were forbidden ("Unless ya want SUPER cancer! In which case, go right in. But then we'll be gettin' some trouble because apparently letting yer interns get themselves killed is wrong or sumthin'!")

"The contract you signed didn't make us legally responsible for any damage you can suffer." Ford deadpanned at the kids. "So listen carefully to Fiddleford's safety warnings because I don't care about them and I will not repeat them." Frankly, Ford thought that if they were going to disregard the safety warnings and kill themselves, then it was their own fault. But Fiddleford said that morally speaking, it wasn't nice.

Tyler and Viola nodded quickly.

As they walked, they encountered some other scientists and Viola waved kindly at them. Her smile was contagious and made everyone smile and wave at her as well. Tyler rolled his brown eyes. 'Suck up.' He thought hypocritically.

They passed by the cafeteria, Ford said they could get breakfast, lunch and dinner there using their ID cards (which were given to them on a lanyard) or go into town and buy food there. Either way they got an hour break for lunch and were expected to be ready at 8:30 am. Tyler groaned a bit. Too early, he never took morning classes! Viola nodded. 8:30 am was pretty late, she was normally up at 6 in the morning, it was great to get everything done with time to spare, so she didn't have to rush in the morning.

"And your rooms!" Fiddleford gave the teens the keys. "Don't lend anyone your keys, ok? This is your place for 6 months." The rooms were very simple. A bed, a desk, a lamp, a closet and bathroom. No need for anything more.

"When you are ready unpacking, meet us in the lounge." They needed to talk about the ' phone policy' for Ford's peace of mind.

Viola and Tyler thanked them and watched the two scientists leave. "Look, Tyler. I don't want to fight with you. Why damage such a great experience by being mean to me for no reason? So, how about minding our own business?"

Tyler blinked and looked inside the room. He grinned like the shit he was. "Look, there's a bed~ I bet you haven't seen one in Suckusmore~" He slammed the door behind him and Viola massaged her temples.

Idiot!

And then they went out and were told about the no Social Media rule. Neither of them liked the idea of being disconnected from the world. "I swear we won't share anything!" Tyler pleaded, and Viola was surprised to find herself agreeing with the asshole.

Fiddleford bullshitted some more 'phone policy' crap to them (like how they didn't want people being distracted on their phones while working in case of accidents) while Ford nodded solemnly. Eventually the teens agreed, sniffled, and gave away their phones. "You can use them when you're in your rooms or outside the Center."

"Go find some lab coats, we want to show you something." Fiddleford shooed the two interns away. Then he turned to Ford. "You made two teens cry, are you happy?"

"Very much so." Ford smirked.

Tyler and Viola came back, wearing labcoats and Stanford led the two to the basement. Viola shivered, this place creeped her out. "What will you show us, Dr. Pines?"

Ford didn't respond, he prefered being cryptid and mysterious about it. They entered an elevator. Tyler looked around cautiously, wondering if it was a good idea to come here alone.

They reached the bottom and immediately gasped. The room was piled up with metal after metal. There were some bigger pieces hanging from the roof with metal chains, forming a basic inverted triangle from.

"What is this?" Tyler whispered, in fear at the huge structure.

"A mistake." Ford replied. "A project I dismantled for the good of everyone. But, it's also a reminder. To do better. We created this with the intention to make our knowledge more vast, but we only endangered humanity. So, this reminds me that our work can and should be done to help people, to make things better."

"You...You dismantled it, but you could put it back together, can't you?" Viola asked, looking up at the tall man.

"No, I got rid of the instructions so no one can fix it again."

"And...what was it?"

Ford waved a hand. "It's not relevant! I just wanted to show you. As a way to inspire you…" He came here sometimes. To inspire or hurt himself, he didn't know. The memory of the portal and what it caused made him sad, but determined to do better. He wanted the same for the interns who would be scientists someday.

Even if he didn't want them, he took his mentor job very seriously.

"Are you inspired to do better than this chaos bringer machine?" Ford asked the two as they headed back up the elevator. ""Absolutely."" The interns said before glaring at each other. They didn't fully understand what the problem with this machine was, but it clearly meant a lot to Dr. Pines.

"Good. Now, there are a few more rooms to show you upstairs. We will measure dangerous toxic chemicals and you will bring the equipment." The teens followed Ford back to the bright elevator and the dismantled portal was cast once again in darkness as the doors closed.

-.-

Meanwhile~

"So I got the rings. All that's left is actually proposing to him and getting the wedding set up." Wanda told Carla over the phone. Carla giggled. "Well that's gonna be a lot of work."

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Yeah well, how did your wedding go? Can you give me any tips?"

Carla opened her mouth and then paused. "Ah…" she frowned. Wait… "Oh my god ." Carla whispered.

"What? What's wrong?" Wanda asked, a little worried now.

"Stan and I haven't gotten married yet… we're still JUST engaged…" Carla whispered over the phone, horrified at the sudden realization. She glanced at her ring, comfortably sitting there for SIXTEEN YEARS!

Probably even before that!

Carla had to take a second to sit down and process the realization.

"What?" Wanda leaned back on her chair. "You can't NOT be married yet? Are you sure?"

"Girl, do you think I'd be having a heart attack right now if I had gotten married?-HOW?!" She traced back to before she was pregnant. Stanley proposed to her one dinner and it was beautiful. Their moms were happy to hear it...Shermie was still being a brat at that time...Seb hadn't called yet...Ford was locked up in his house...No, they never actually started planning after that. And then Stan and Ford when missing for 13 years...

"After-After Stan came back we focused on Dillon's well being, we wanted him to be happy and-and I finally felt complete with him back...Then I got pregnant again and it was baby chaos and worrying for Dillon again! Did I just ASSUME I was married or what?!"

Wanda was actually very surprised to hear this, she would never have guessed otherwise. "Perhaps you just...yeah, you never felt there was a reason to not be? I mean, I didn't plan to get married, but now I think it's necessary."

Carla laughed at her sister in law. "Well, now I think it's ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY that Stan marry me, what the heck?!" She exclaimed before gasping. "GIRL!"

"What?" Wanda's green eyes widened.

"You know what would be absolutely amazing?! You need to convince Seb the marrying experience can be nice, right? And I need to get Stan to finish what he started (can probably get another ring out of the ordeal, hahaha!), so~"

Wanda gasped when she caught the idea. "We can get...married together. Sebastian loves his brothers and what better than having a DOUBLE WEDDING with one of them!" She laughed and swung around on her chair. "Carla, that would be GREAT! I'd love to get married with you!" then she paused. "Wait, that sounds weird…"

Carla laughed. "It does! But, I feel the same actually. I'd love to have a double wedding." If Carla was honest with herself, she would prefer to be on her own, this was supposed to be her moment with Stanley… but it was a sacrifice she was willing to pay. She lied to Wanda for 13 years, lied about the Stans and Seb, and she lied to Sebastian, kept him working on a portal without help, alone and with no one there for him (knowing he had had anxiety since way before made Carla wince. All those times her friend could have been there alone, banging his head or cutting…) What she did wasn't fair. It was so mean and selfish…

Besides, it wouldn't be that bad, in fact, it didn't have to be bad at all! She loved being with Wanda, she was amazing, and Seb was her friend and Stanley's best friend. This would be really fun!

"Ok, I won't tell Seb yet!" Wanda giggled. "I-I will propose and then surprise him! You do the same?"

The women schemed together long into the night, laughing maniacally as they went.

-.-

"Seb...Seb please…" Linda covered her face. "Please stop crying…"

"I-I can't believe you're LEAVING!" Seb wiped his eye. "Who am I going to complain to now?!"

Linda chuckled. "You don't need me anymore. You've come so far. And you can still call me, we can schedule chats online. I only really accepted this session because I care about you and you wanted to tell me something important…"

The former demon huffed. "You would have turned me down! Ouch!" Linda laughed again and he sighed, resigned. "Where are you going anyway?"

"Los Angeles, I already have a place to go and I'm pretty excited about it. I'll leave next week..."

"I'm happy for you." Seb said, not really sounding happy at all. Linda laughed again. "Ok, ok, tell me what was so important, Seb."

Seb wiggled. The place looked so empty without the books and decorations. "Well, I had a vivid flashback to when I was a kid…"

"Oh? How so?"

"Um...Zoe wanted to steal my giraffe stuffed toy, Markimoo and I stopped her, but because she's a brat she started screaming and DEMANDING my toy, you know?! So I told her to buy one herself!"

"Very reasonable with a 3 year old." Linda raised a sarcastic eyebrow and Seb nodded. "Exactly!"

"And I pulled it away but it tore a little...I called Wanda to take Zoe away because I was ANGRY, and worst of all was that Zoe didn't even apologize!"

"Well, she IS just three, Seb, if you want her to apologize, you have to teach her to do so." Linda smiled a bit. "The biggest part of being a parent is teaching your kids right from wrong." Seb groaned. "But I DO that! But she's still doing this!"

Linda chuckled. "Well, I suppose you'll have to keep at it. Be patient and explain fully and calmly exactly why she can't have what she wants all the time."

Seb nodded. "Ok, I guess. But Zoe is stubborn like Wanda. It'll take a while." Linda snorted. Sure. Like Wanda. "And what does this have to do with your childhood?"

Seb rubbed the back of his neck. "Well...it reminded me of my...my first toy…which is now lost forever…"

((((((((((((Warning for Seb's abusive childhood))))))))))))

Seb sniffled as he hugged the broken toy to himself. Everyone was angry at him now, and were talking about how he was such a problem, but he managed a small smile. He did it. HAH! Take that suckers!

"Sebastian keeps breaking school property." The principal of the school told Kari and Filbrick as the toddler wiggled between them. "We already talked about this and warned that this is the last time. I talked to the school board and they require you to pay for what he broke, and he's suspended for a few days."

Kari rubbed her eyes and sighed tiredly. Baby, why?! Seb smiled. "Can I pick up my backpack? I left it in class!" His mom allowed it as the parents stood up and he sprinted back to his class, barely hearing Filbrick trying to negotiate to not pay the considerable amount of money.

Seb looked around the room frantically. Head! Where was the head!? He looked everywhere, but not even the filling was here! He was forced to go to the principal's office and only had time to pick the body back up! The janitor was cleaning the board. "Hey! Whewe's the head?!" Seb demanded, waving his beheaded bear. The janitor shrugged. "Beats me, kid. Probably in the trash already."

"No, no, no, it can't be in the twash!" This all was useless if he didn't have the head! Mom and Filbrick appeared by the door and ordered him to grab his bag and leave. Seb whimpered and walked over to his parents. He flinched when Filbrick smacked his head.

"Do you know how much I paid for your mess?" He hissed. "No…" the toddler whispered with a little voice. "I'll show you when we get home." Filbrick whispered with a threatening voice. Seb hugged his beheaded bear.

The Stans covered their ears when they heard their brother sob, Dad was dragging him by a hand as he held the broken toy on the other. Seb sobbed louder when Filbrick grabbed his poor bear and threw it into the trashcan in the kitchen.

Lee hugged his frog toy and whimpered.

"Da-Dad! Please stop!" Seb grimaced, clenching his teeth as the belt hit his back nonstop. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt so much! "Pwease! S-Stop! STOP! PLEASE-E-E!" Seb pleaded desperately, tears streaming down his right cheek. It only made his dad hit him more, because he only reminded him of all the money Seb had cost him today. And he made him waste time, like always, because he was worthless. Filbrick made sure Seb heard that clearly as he beat him up. "We are going to count, ok?" Seb sobbed as he held to the bed sheets.

"O-one…" Whip. "AA-AHH!" "What?! What did you say?!" Whip! Whip! "O-ow! Da-Dad!" "Start again!" Whip! "O-one" "Again! Do you know how to count, piece of shit?!" Seb felt like he wouldn't be able to go through this torture any longer. His small body was so fragile and weak...

It took forever to stop. And the small boy curled up under his bed, hurt, with his back and butt red and aching. He only wanted a toy, just a stupid toy...like, like the Stans got, like the frog he wanted and Stan got it instead. He tried his best to ignore Bill2's mockery. He dug his nails into his arms to shut him up.

Sebastian carefully snuck out of his room hours later. He didn't want to see Filbrick again today and make him hit him again. The coast was clear. Sebas slowly went to the kitchen and looked into the trashcan for his bear. He destroyed this bear so it was his! He looked around the trash until he finally found it and sighed in relief. He knew it was dumb, feeling safe from hugging a toy, Bill2 said so, but he couldn't help acting like the little kid he was. And he needed this hug, his body hurt.

Mommy came to comfort him much later, but she also told him it was wrong to break stuff. "Can you sew my bear?" "You brought it?" Kari's eyes widened. "I wanted to bwing the head too but couldn't find it…That way, Da-Dad don't-doesn't have to pay for a toy for me…" And all this started because Filbrick didn't want to waste 10 dollars on a toy for him too. 10 dollars he apparently wasn't worth.

Kari agreed to sew the beheaded bear for her baby boy.

When the waters calmed down, Ford was pretty excited to help name the bear. (Since he started talking months ago he hadn't stopped since) "I name thee, Robespieh!" Because he read a book about France where people's heads were cut off too. "Can I pway with him?" Lee asked excited.

"No, kill you own toys!" Seb complained as he hugged Robespierre to his chest. Fordsie and Lee whined but didn't take the toy from him after that.

((((((End of flashback))))))))

Seb sighed. "I had Robespierre for years, he was actually my only toy growing up...If I'm lucky it's still in the attic with my old stuff...if not, then it was thrown in the trash with my old stuff…" He gave Linda a sad smile. Linda tried to return the gesture. After years of hearing Sebastian talk about his childhood, it was still hard to hear about his abuse.

"But, you know, even after remembering one of my worst beatings...I was kinda fine. I don't fear him anymore." He smiled gratefully. He finally feared NO ONE! Like it should have always been.

"There's no way I will go look for Filbrick, I hate him, but, I feel confident I could confront him if necessary and rip off one arm or two!-Just kidding~ Murder's BAD!" Seb nodded with fake seriousness.

Linda decided she would trust it was a joke, otherwise she'd get unnecessarily stressed. "You know, you talk a lot about your powers yet you have never shown them to me." She had resigned herself to think the monster past was all invented. Seb blinked and for a moment, he considered showing her… but...

Seb raised a hand to his lips with the index finger pressed against them in a 'shush' motion as he winked. "That's a secret~"

Linda deadpanned. "Okay then…"

Seb laughed maniacally. Her face was hilarious. But it was actually for her own good. Why expose her to the supernatural unnecessarily?

Neither of them knew what Linda was going to face when she moved to Los Angeles though...

Eventually, their time was done and Seb had to leave. "Thank you for everything, doc." Linda pulled him in for a hug. "I'm proud of you, Sebastian Pines."

"I know~ Thanks." Seb hugged her back with a laugh. "I'll give you a gift ok? Like, before you leave! No deal! Just from the kindness of my essential pumping organ!" He put a six-fingered hand over his chest. "But you have to wear it all the time!"

"No, you really don't need to…" The therapist started but Seb wouldn't take no for an answer.

And, well, she had to admit, the pendant she received from him was beautiful.

-.-

Stan was training in the gym with his teammates. Everyone was sweating and pushing themselves to try and beat their records. It was a competition to try and outdo each other for fun. A friendly rivalry.

"Uurgh!" Stan grunted as he blocked a tackle, he was pushed back a few inches before he managed to shove his training partner back. "Hah!" Stan cried as he pushed the other guy. People cheered. "Woo!" Stan raised his hairy and sweaty arms in the air. "Yeah! Ain't no one can knock ME over!"

"Well that's 6 to 0. None of us have managed to tackle you in any way that'd stop you." One of Stan's teammates, Luis, grinned as he added another tick next to the scoresheet. Dumb Stan! How was he so strong?! Stan laughed. "Keep trying guys. You'll get it eventually."

The door opened and everyone turned to see Carla. "Oh hey, it's your wife-" one of the guys started to say before Carla spotted Stan and rushed over, leaping into the air and full on body slamming him into the mat.

There was silence in the gym as everyone stared with their jaws dropped.

Even Stan, who's eyes were wide with surprise.

Carla sat up, straddling Stan with a scowl. "I WANT TO GET MARRIED!" She demanded. Stan let out a confused squeak. "But… we are married…"

Carla leaned closer to his face, teeth gritted and Stan whimpered in fear. Even his teammates took some steps back in precaution. The woman looked livid.

"You Think I'm crazy?! That I would come to this smelly place just to tell you this if it wasn't true?!" She pursed her pink lips. "Just exactly WHEN did we got married then? After you went to look for Sebastian in Gravity Falls? Or when you were ''kidnapped'' for 13 years? Or after having Diego?"

Stan opened his mouth to retort that she was surely missing something when he started to realize she was actually right. "Hot belgium waffles...We've been engaged for 16 years! Maybe even more!" He looked at his engagement ring with disgust.

"Booo! Bad Stanley! How could you have done thaatt!" His teammates started teasing as they laughed and recorded the scene on their phones like the assholes they were.

Stan groaned and slumped back on the mat. "We need to get married." He couldn't believe he forgot to! Carla glared. "We're getting married." She told him. Stan nodded. "Right. Of course."

"And you're going to pamper me and make me the happiest woman on Earth." Carla told him. Stan nodded. "More than I already do?" Carla narrowed her eyes and Stan laughed. "Right. Of course."

"And we're going to have a double wedding with Seb and Wanda." Carla added. Stan nodded. "Right of cour-" he blinked. "Wait- what !?" His eyes widened and he stared up at Carla. "Seb and Wanda-they-they're getting married?! How come I didn't know that?!"

"Seb doesn't know it yet, but Wanda will make it happen~ And when it does, we will get married with them. We have to start planning while they're at it!" Carla looked up at the snickering men. "Ya heard it here guys! We are getting married!"

The team cheered. The coach, who was usually grumpy and didn't take shit from anyone, allowed this to happen and actually clapped along with everyone. "Stan! Stan! Stan!" "Free Food! Free Food! Free Food!" A few guys began chanting, hoping they could get Stan to pay for their lunch while he was in a good mood.

"For you all I'll charge $20!" Stan waved a fist at them, stingy as ever (despite being rich). Carla giggled and kissed his nose. Now they had to tell their sons about the good news, she was sure Dillon would love to hear it. Little Diego would be happy even if he didn't understand anyway. He was a happy little toddler.

Needless to say, the videos about the amazing new was eventually spread everywhere on social media and the reporters were already fighting over who would have the best photos of the double wedding.

-.-

"You weavin'?" Zoe and Zully stood by the door, glaring as their parents, who were still wet from a shower, were drying themselves so they could put on clothes.

"Yes. We're going to drink and party!" Seb exclaimed, earning a nudge in the ribs from Wanda. "We will have dinner outside, which is more boring." He huffed.

"Why you have dinner outside if-if we had dinner here?" Zully asked confused. Zoe nodded. "You gived us yummy mac n cheese! Wemember?" The little girl rubbed her tummy.

"Gave. And, it's because adults like to spend their money on stuff they don't need but want, anything else?" Seb grinned down at the toddlers in their Pjs.

"Yeah! You don't go!" Zoe stood on Wanda and Seb's bed in all her proud 95 cm (3 feet 1 inches), thinking she could intimidate her parents into not leaving. She puffed out her cheeks and glared. It was adorable, her parents both cooed, especially Seb. But he wanted to go, this was a special dinner! "Well, guess what, kid? We don't care what you think and we're leaving anyway." Seb finished buttoning his suit and adjusted his bowtie.

"Mommy, you weavin' us alone?" Zully asked fearfully as they climbed onto the bed as well with more effort than their twin. Wanda put on an earring and gently smiled down at the toddler. "No, of course not, sweetie. We called Mrs. Marshall, our neighbor? Remember? She made you cookies for your birthday~" The old woman liked to pamper the twins because her own grandkids lived far away.

"She will bwing us mowe cookies?" Zoe's eyes sparkled with joy. Seb laughed. "Nopey, you'll be asleep by the time she arrives." They were going to have dinner in a fancy restaurant, just the two of them, finally on a date together after 3 years of going to loud and noisy family restaurants or staying at home with the twins. Not that Seb minded, but it would be nice to have a quiet night out together with Wanda again.

They needed someone to watch the twins, but neither of them trusted strangers to babysit them. They wanted someone they knew and unfortunately (very conveniently ), Wanda's parents weren't in town. Seb was also worried about the twins showing their powers to some person who didn't know about the supernatural and scaring them so much they called the police. He didn't want to raise suspicion anymore. He was VERY close to going to prison for a long time when the FBI guys caught him with the portal and they were very clear about their intentions with him, they knew about his powers and what he could do. The thought of the government guys experimenting on his babies made his blood boil, quite literally.

He knew all their family's information was eaten by Gompers and the agents had forgotten about everything else when those memories were erased, but Seb didn't want to risk it and expose the twins. Seb had been teaching them how to keep their fire in (which didn't really work as they were just toddlers and it required basic concentration) and how to put it out (which was more likely to be needed and was easier for the little blonds). They needed to fully learn before they started preschool!

Seb and Wanda were almost sure they wouldn't be able to get out of the house until the kids were old enough to control their powers, but, as always , Seb came up with a BRILLIANT idea: to call their nice neighbor to babysit for them while they were out in their special dinner. They'd have to tuck the twins into bed first and leave them sleeping though. If they were sleeping, they didn't catch on fire, and no catching on fire meant Mrs. Marshall wouldn't have a heart attack if she saw them.

""Aaawwww"" Zoe and Zully grumbled as their parents picked them up to take them to their shared room. "Can you tell Mrs. Mawshall to bring us cookies anothew day then?" Zully asked with an adorable pout. Seb cooed internally and nodded. "We will, I also wiked her cookies~" Seb baby talked.

Putting the twins to sleep consisted of a simple process of sitting next to them, reading them some stories, and then singing softly to lull them to sleep. It sounded simple, but it took HOURS. That's why their dinner was so late at night. They needed time .

They read some friendly Esopus and Jean de la Fontaine's fables to start teaching morality to a demon's children, and discussed with them that, for the last time, despite how the moral of the fable was to not believe everything people say, Wanda had to explain that the fox WAS wrong ("Because you can't lie to get away with anything you want, Zoe!") and then groaning at Seb's "I beg to diffe-oh right, we're teaching the kids!", Zoe and Zully started closing their eyes. It only took half a lullaby to have them slip off for real.

The two snuck out of the room quietly and met their neighbor by the entrance. "Enjoy your night~ I'll watch your little darlings~" the old woman smiled gently. She loved Wanda and the kids. And Sebastian was always such a handsome gentleman. It warmed her old heart to see such a loving family.

Seb and Wanda smiled and took a taxi to the fancy restaurant. It was a very very fancy, exclusive restaurant just for exclusive people. Sebastian was of course dressed as handsome as ever ("Please~ When do I EVER dress like a slob~?"), and he chose Wanda's dress and makeup for her when she couldn't figure out how to put together an outfit that matched with him. So pretty but so clueless. He sighed in exasperation over Wanda's lack of knowledge about how to fancy herself up. ("Well that's what I have you for, Sebas~") He smiled though. He still loved her, he had never felt so much love towards another non family person ever . It was such a strange feeling. He didn't give two fucks for every single person on this planet because they were insignificant and unimportant to him, yet he adored ONE specific person, feeling capable of murder just for that person who wasn't his family… he wanted her to be family...

Wanda was pretty nervous about the dinner. She awkwardly fidgeted with her purse. She couldn't back away from this though! She had to do this! Carla was also counting on her!

They ordered their food and while they were waiting for the appetizers to arrive, Wanda couldn't help but nudge her foot against Seb's under the table, nervously trying to figure out how to drop the question.

"Ow! Wands, what are you doing?" Seb scowled. Fancy shoes were pointy!

"I'm sorry, just, just hungry!" Wanda laughed sheepishly. Seb huffed a bit but let it go. "Ok~well, if you want to do that footsie thing, take your shoes off first. I'm sure you can get away with having it off while we're sitting." He looked down at the table. And the tablecloth reached the floor so no one would see anyway.

Wanda sighed. That actually wasn't a bad idea, her feet were already hurting her. Damn high heels. Seb liked them and she agreed to wear them tonight. But he had no idea what wearing heels was like. She would fight her mom if she tried forcing her to wear high heels to her wedding! (Not that Wanda knew Seb actually DID know how it felt to wear heels, and actually quite enjoyed it, they made him feel taller.)

If she managed to propose to her boyfriend that is…

Seb started telling her about some new clients he had and Wanda was so proud of him. She just couldn't figure out a good way to drop the question in between his stories of the lady who wanted a transforming dress and the man who wanted a tuxedo that looked like a merman. (He got weird clients. Came with what the store marketed she guessed).

Their food was eventually brought out to the table and they softly talked to each other in between bites. Seb was talking slowly, softly drumming his fingers on the table (which people normally took to mean he was bored of the date and wanted to leave), but Wanda knew very well it was because he was trying not to get excited and stir crazy. In places like this, people spoke quietly, he didn't want to be embarrassed by shouting. Her baby~

She even knew all about this kind of stuff, why couldn't she propooseeee?! Maybe she needed to start changing the topic to them. Yeah, she should do that.

"I love being here with you, Seb...I love spending time with you." The blonde woman smiled and held his six-fingered hand. Seb grinned. "I love being with you too! You bring me joy. You and the kids. But the kids also stress and exasperate me, so I like being with you a little better." Wanda giggled softly at the way he explained it.

"Sebas...You also make me so, so happy, I'm so glad that...after everything we went through, we're finally together...And, that you trusted me enough to share your past with me, and your abilities...and...I'd love to spend the rest of our lives together, forever." Wanda blushed a bit. Seb kissed her hand. "That sounds amazing…"

Wanda slowly reached for her purse and took a deep breath. "Sebastian...would-would you-"

Seb's phone started ringing.

"-pick up your phone?" Wanda sighed in defeat and Seb laughed. "Hey~~ Do you have powers I'm unaware of?!" He reached for his phone, about to turn it off, but noticed it was Stanley. He needed to pick up this one. They promised they'd always be there for each other. "Sorry, it's stupid Fez…" He grabbed his glass of wine with his free hand as he accepted the call and placed his phone to his ear.

"What do you want?! I'm in the middle of something important, human!" He whisper hissed at his phone. Wanda rolled her eyes fondly.

"Oh, sorry for interrupting sex, but this is also important."

"We-We are not-Not everyone thinks about that all the time, nasty!" Seb stuck his tongue in disgust.

Stan laughed. "Well, anyway, did you know we're getting married together?! How cool is that?! I wanted to ask how we're gonna organize this and the decorations and-"

Seb snorted his wine through his nose (Wanda shrieked), and started coughing loudly. His brain stopped working for a second, brain cells short circuiting at Stan's words. Marrying ?! What?!

"Seb?"

"Whhhaaaat?! I'm not gonna marry YOU ! That's prohibited in human culture! AND GROSS! You're gross to marry too! EW !"

Wanda's eyes widened and she groaned into her hands. She was going to murder Stan for this! -Did Seb say he was marrying Stan?! What the-?!

"-if I was gonna marry ANYONE, it'd be WANDA!" Seb said decisively. Wanda's eyes widened when Sebastian turned to her. "In fact, Wanda! Marry me!" He held her hands. "So Fez doesn't get stupid ideas like this anymore."

Wanda's eyes went incredibly wide. Her mouth was gaping and she couldn't close it no matter how much she tried.

Some curious people turned to look at them.

Seb smiled innocently, but it was his turn to gasp when Wanda, as stunned as she was, reached for her purse and FINALLY took out the box. "I-I'd love to marry you…" She whispered and opened the box to reveal the precious ring inside.

Sebastian stared at the ring and he smiled tearfully. "That's the ring...that's the ring that- I loved that-that day…" Oh circles he was going to cry.

People around them cheered loudly and clapped and Wanda put the ring onto his finger. She was also teary eyed. Stan was long forgotten as she pulled the youngest triplet in for a kiss. Seb absently dropped his phone onto the table as he and Wanda stood up from their chairs to kiss closer.

When they finally pulled apart, the two had tears streaming down their cheeks. Seb glanced down at his ring and giggled excitedly. "Well, I gotta give it to you, Wands...Getting married sounds better than I thought and- oohh~" A waiter came carrying a bottle and served them more wine. "It's on the house!" the waiter grinned.

"And we get free things!" Seb took a sip of the wine. Yum~ He looked up from his drink and gasped, finally understanding what his brother was trying to say.

"Oh my Ax, Stan, he-he's getting married as well?! But with Carla! And-with us?! And-it's a double wedding?!" Doing this human ceremony sounded EVEN BETTER if he could do it with Stan as well! He got to do it with one of his brothers! One of the people he loved the most in this life!

"I'm getting married along with my brother!" He cheered and some tables around them cheered as well.

Wanda poured herself more wine and gulped down her drink as she sighed loudly. "Aahh~!" It worked! She did it! He loved the idea!

"Hello? Seb? Are you there?" Stan's confused voice sounded from the forgotten phone. Did he interrupt something important?

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Wanda did it! Woo! Finally girl! (Im so proud of her :3) And the twins have grown up soo muchhhh T-T

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