Well, there's quite a bit going on in the story right now- and even more heating up. Last chapter and this chapter are both referencing earlier chapters, such as the whole 'Mr. Powers' thing, and something else that you won't know until you read this chapter!

Sorry if I'm putting a tone of those line things throughout the chapters, there's a LOT going on that needs to slowly develop in order for all of this to play out correctly. So, if you think bad things are gonna start up... you have no idea.

[Cue evil laugh]

Here's chapter 32 of "Welcome Home"!

"Hey, Ford." Stan greeted as his brother met him in the kitchen. "Hope ya' like strawberry jam." He said, motioning over at the sandwich at the other side of the table.

"Thank you, Stan." Ford said, walking over to the other chair and sitting down.

The twins were rather quiet, having no one around at the moment. Stan figured his brother just wanted some time to himself. The only problem about that was Ford figured Stan wanted time to himself. It's not like there was much to do, anyway. It was just Ford and Stan at the shack, no kids, no Fiddleford, and no Bill. The silence between them was getting rather awkward, so Stanley decided to say something.

Stan cleared his throat in a rather loud manner, which caught Ford's attention. "So," He began.

"So?" Ford repeated, the sound of question in his voice as he raised an eyebrow. He felt a small wave of suspense rush over him as his brother was hesitant to speak.

"Alright, alright," Stan continued, setting down his half-eaten sandwich. "Pretend you're on some sort of mountain. Na-no, more of a mountain lookin' thing that's actually a pretty large rock in this huge cave in the woods. And by huge, I mean really freakin' huge. Some torches on the cave walls to light up the place." Stan began, explaining the surroundings of the place.

"Proceed," Ford urged, leaning forward slightly and folding his hands under his chin as his elbows rested on the table.

Stan noticed Ford's curiosity on the story's setting, which he was rather surprised by. "So, on one side'a the cave, you've got your pal, Fidds." He said, putting his left hand atop the table for show. Ford just nodded before Stan continued. "On top of the rock-mountain thing, you've got Bill standin' there." Stanley continued. Stan could have sworn he saw Ford's smile fade slightly at the mention of the man's name, however it happened too fast for him to be sure. "If you could only choose one of 'em to save, which would ya' choose?" He asked.

"Save from what, exactly?" Ford asked, wishing to know the circumstance before even considering an answer to the ridiculous question.

"I dunno, major injuries, probably death." Stan said, shrugging his shoulders as if the fate meant very little.

Ford scoffed at that, just rolling his eyes before giving a response. "I don't know, Stan. Why in the world would you ask me something like that?" He asked, rather unamused by the topic of the story.

Stan shrugged at the question. "Look, I like givin' people questions that're hard to answer." He said, snickering. "But now that I think about it, Cipher kinda deserves death after what happened in the summer, if ya' ask me." Stan admitted.

Ford narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists under the table, fighting back the sudden urge to strangle his brother. "I'd take that back if I were you." He advised, staring at Stanley.

Stan shook his head and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. "Can't. Won't." He said with yet another shrug.

"I will not tolerate those types of derogatory remarks in my house, Stanley." Ford stated, standing up from the chair.

Stan just scoffed, chuckling as if it was all a joke. "What's it to ya', pointdexter?" He questioned in a rather sarcastic manner, not catching on to his brother's seriousness.

"That's none of your concern." Ford said in a bitter manner, grabbing a notepad from out of his lab coat and flipping to a blank page before leaving the room.

Stan just rolled his eyes when Stanford left the kitchen. "Moody." He muttered. Stan stood up from his chair and cupped his hands around his mouth to act as a makeshift megaphone. "It's gettin' late, why don't ya' get some rest, drama king?" He shouted to his brother, who was probably heading back to the laboratory.


Meanwhile, Bill was 'sitting' with his feet on the top of the couch in Karen's apartment, and his head nearly touching the floor as he used the Tv remote to pick a program to watch. He enjoyed the feeling of blood rushing to his head when he sat upside down, so he had begun doing it rather often, not caring about the warnings Stanford had informed him of in the past if you hung upside down for too long.

"Nope," Bill muttered. "Nope, nope, nope, heck no, nope..." He murmured as he flipped through the channels on Tv.

Karen walked into the living room and snickered at Bill's actions. "You're head's turning into a tomato!" She joked with a grin.

Bill's eyes widened in complete seriousness at this. "What?" He exclaimed, sitting up immediately. He scrambled off the couch and across the living room, pushing past Karen and rushing to the bathroom to look in the mirror. He stubbed his toe on the edge of the doorframe, which he would have laughed at had he not been filled with fear.

He ran his hands all over his face, raising an eyebrow at his regular human face. He narrowed his eyes and scoffed, heading out of the bathroom and narrowing his eyes at the woman. "You lied to me!" He stated, folding his arms and huffing.

Karen just laughed at this. "It's just an expression, silly!" She said, rolling her eyes.

"What, so now you're calling me silly? Silly is just another way of saying stupid!" Bill pointed out, clearly offended by the remark given by the lady.

"So, you don't like being called silly?" Karen asked, tilting her head innocently.

Bill shook his head, eyes narrowed. "Who does?"

Karen shrugged at the question. "Well, I guess it just depends on the person, right?" She mused, messing with Bill's hair and smiling.

"Sure, lady." Bill muttered, looking away.

"Well, anyway," Karen began, "You said you've never watched a movie, right?" She asked.

Now she believes me. Bill thought to himself, rolling his eyes. It's about time this lady got some sense!

"Uhuh." Bill muttered, raising an eyebrow. Her tone of voice was questionable, but he opted to ignore it for now.

"Well, I have some pretty good movies we could watch tonight." Karen offered with a shrug. "I can make popcorn."

"Popcorn?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that, like, that disgusting corn flavored soda companies hide inside hand soap bottles?" He asked.

Karen opened her mouth to speak, but shut it, not wanting to add a comment. "Uh.. no." She muttered. "You'll see!" She said, smiling once more.

Bill shrugged. "Alright, I'll try this 'popcorn' substance, kid. Er- uh... Karum."

"Karen." She corrected, for what had to be the tenth time that day. She wasn't exactly sure why Bill kept getting her name wrong, but she felt a bit bad correcting him on it all the time. She decided to walk over to the kitchen counter to make the popcorn. She grabbed a microwavable popcorn pack from out of the cupboard and popped it into the microwave.

Bill looked at the microwave as it heated the popcorn pack, the package slowly rising up. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to the kitchen gadget, turning off the microwave and opening it.

"What are you doing?" Karen asked.

Bill gave a small smirk, walking backwards with the package. "I'll be right back." He said, turning around and instantly slamming his hip into the counter unexpectedly. He laughed at the pain, and walked away to the storage closet.

What's he doing? Karen wondered. She wasn't exactly sure what Bill was going to do, but it was rather confusing.

Bill closed the storage closets door and snickered. "You mortals and your microwaves." He muttered to himself, placing the popcorn pack on the floor rather carefully. He stood up and took a deep breath, holding both his right middle and index finger down towards the popcorn packet, blue sparks forming atop it as he lit the bag on fire.

Karen noticed small blue sparks shining through the doorframe of the storage, which she questioned cautiously. "Bill?" She called out in concern.

"Ow!" Bill exclaimed from the closet, immediately bursting out in laughter rather than pain.

"Bill?" Karen called out again, walking over to the closet and hovering her hand over the doorknob to grab it. It was a useless move, as Bill had come out of the storage closet with a burnt bag, small holes poking through the packaging with a few popcorn kernels spilling out onto the floor.

"Popcorn's done!" Bill said with a smirk.

"How did you-?" Karen dared question, but Bill put a hand up.

"Don't question." He said, snickering as he walked over to the kitchen counter. "What do we do with this now?" He asked.

Karen shrugged. "Put it in a bowl and mix it around I guess, we can't really shake the package anymore now that there are holes in it." She muttered.

Bill nodded at the instruction and did so. Karen just smiled. "I can do that, why don't you go pick out a movie?" She asked.

"Me?" Bill repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I dunno, my taste might be way different than yours." He warned.

Karen shrugged. "I'm sure it won't be so bad." She said.

"Alright." Bill muttered, walking over to the living room to go look at the movie shelf Karen had against the wall.


Ford was alone in his lab, fidgeting with a pen as he thought to himself. It was nothing new, just the same things that had already been rushing through his head throughout the day. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, wishing there would be something else coming to mind.

Well, he figured Stan had been right; he was growing rather tired. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep in his chair.

Stanford's vision felt rather blurry as lights were surrounding him. He squinted his eyes as he looked around the room. Strangely, he woke up in the living room.

How on earth did I get back in the living room? Ford asked himself. It was rather confusing, but he didn't see any reason why it would be something to truly worry about.

"Hey, Sixer." Stan said, walking into the living room. "Uh... sorry about what I said earlier- er, uh... yesterday." He said, correcting his sentence.

Ford's vision was adjusting rather quickly to light; normally it took him a minute or so. "Oh," He blurted out, responding to his brother after temporarily spacing out. "It's... it's alright, I suppose." He muttered.

Stan just nodded. "Well, the gift shop opens again today. Don't think I'll be doin' a tour though, I need to get some new stuff for those tacky attractions people seem to like." He said.

"Have you ever considered bringing in a real attraction?" Ford asked, looking at Stan. "There are so many strange anomalies in Gravity Falls, why not display some real ones?" He advised with a shrug.

"Yeah, I'll pass." Stan stated, shaking his head and putting his hands on his hips. "The twins tried to do that once. It didn't end well." He muttered.

"Really?" Ford asked. "Dipper never told me about that." He said, adjusting his glasses.

"Probably better he doesn't, I don't want ya' gettin' any ideas." Stan said, rolling his eyes. "Who knows what you'll end up bringin' in."

Stan was probably right on that, Ford was known to study and observe many strange things. However, if he ran the Mystery Shack, surely things would be different. He'd give the town something to see, as long as it wasn't something too incredibly hazardous. The Mystery Shack probably wouldn't be able to handle a second person dying, it wouldn't look too good...

"Well, see ya', pointdexter." Stan said, adjusting his bowtie and fez hat before grabbing his 8-ball cane and walking through the 'Employee's only' door.

Stan walked through the door rather quietly, hoping to catch Ford's footsteps to see if he left the living room. He wasn't quite sure, which bothered him greatly. He grunted and walked through the front door, looking around outside to see the form of his worker, Wendy.

"Good, you're here." Stan said to Wendy. "He told ya' what to do, right?" He questioned.

"Huh?" Wendy asked.

Stan rolled his eyes. "Your dad, didn't he tell ya'?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips and glaring.

"No, not really." Wendy admitted with a shrug. "He was too busy planning what he's gonna do with Ford." She said, making a quote-unquote motion with her fingers. "Do you even know what's going to happen?" She questioned, confused.

Stan shook his head at the question. "More than you do, apparently." He said, scoffing. "Just lay low, kiddo."

Wendy nodded, shrugging. "Don't I always, mom?" She asked, pushing past Stan and walking into the gift shop.

"Stop callin' me that!" Stan exclaimed, glaring. "You're gonna blow our cover if ya' keep talkin' like that. From what I've heard, Ford's pretty clever. He'll know if somethin' about our personalities is too off." He stated.

Wendy just hummed, rolling her eyes and grabbing a magazine from off the cashier counter before sitting down.

"Now," Stan began. "Where's your brothe- uh... I-I mean, Soos. Where's Soos?" He asked.

"Dunno." Wendy said with a shrug.

Stan rolled his eyes and sighed obnoxiously. "You're supposed to be lookin' after him!" He reminded.

"He's old enough to handle himself! Besides, isn't Soos supposed to be dumb, anyway?" Wendy shot back, glaring.

Stan just rolled his eyes, storming out of the gift shop and heading outside to look for the handyman. Stan looked around, but couldn't find the handyman anywhere. "Where'd he go?" He muttered to himself, not exactly sure where he had gone.


Karen wasn't exactly sure why she owned horror movies. She was never too interested in the topic, however she felt a bit more comforted through it with Bill beside her as they sat on the couch together. Last time she had checked, none of her movies were too scary. But after she thought about it, this was a movie she hadn't seen since high school, so she figured it wouldn't be too frightening.

As the movie went on, it became progressively scary. One jump scare got Karen to the point where she squealed in alarm and grabbed Bill's arm, snuggling against him in horror. Bill rolled his eyes at the reaction, especially when he figured out that she was scared of the movie rather than him. Then he remembered that the only scary thing about his human form was his eyes. Oh, how he missed being feared by mortals some days, how he hated the chance of being a permanent mortal other days.

He wanted revenge. He wanted to kill the soft side that was beginning to grow on him. But how? How could he possibly prove himself to be a threat to the town, to the Pines, and to Ford? Bill had been wrong all along about Stanford, and he figured it was his turn to do something in return. Bill just needed something to do to prove that, and prove that Ford should have never messed with his feelings.

Bill began laughing hysterically in a certain scene of the movie when an infant was being given a curse by dark magic. Karen looked up at Bill and raised an eyebrow at his reaction, and as an excuse to take her eyes away from the screen. "What's so funny?" She asked.

Bill looked down at her and shrugged. "What's not funny about this?" He asked, smirking.

Karen gave a small look of disturbance as she drew her eyes back to the Tv screen hesitantly. "Well..," Karen began to mutter, but stopped herself, deciding it was best not to mention what had happened on her work shift today.

"'Well' what?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow.

Karen just shook her head. "Nevermind." She muttered.

Bill sighed obnoxiously. "Aw, come on! Now I'm curious, what is it?" He questioned rather impatiently.

"I used to have nightmares about this scene." Karen admitted.

"Really?" Bill asked. Karen just nodded. "Why?" He continued.

"It was scary to me when I was younger." Karen said, shrugging.

"Oh," Bill muttered. "Is it still scary?"

Karen shrugged at the question. "Not as scary now that I have you beside me." She said with a small smile.

Bill cringed for a moment, but put on a smile. "You sure? I'm probably more scary than what's on the screen." He admitted cooly, shrugging.

"Oh, please." Karen said, laughing. "You'd need some sort of evil plan to prove that to me." she continued. "It's not like you're gonna go finding a newborn just to curse it for life."

"That's pretty dark, Karen." Bill muttered.

"Hey, you remembered my na-" Karen began, but stopped when Bill began to shout.

"That sounds like a great idea!" Bill exclaimed in glee. "Good idea, hun!" He praised, jumping off the couch rather quickly. Karen sat up and raised an eyebrow as Bill ran off out of the living room and into the bathroom, standing in front of the bathroom mirror and opening a cabinet beside it which he kept the few items he took when he had left the Mystery Shack.

He grabbed hold of the amulet and looked down at it with a sly smirk. "I don't need Sixer's lame research on the amulet's power to have confidence in this thing!" He stated to himself.

Bill had basically abandoned the movie, which Karen was completely unopposed to. Once Karen had fallen asleep, Bill walked back to the couch, laying down on it and spending the rest of the night plotting. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Sixer's gonna be filled up with remorse once I pull this one off. He told himself.


The morning at the Mystery Shack was rather average. Nothing too out of the ordinary, at least not when Stanford was around. Before Ford knew it, the gift shop was being closed for the day as the sun began to set. Stan walked into the living room to see Ford writing down in his notepad. He looked up from his notes for a split second, noticing that his brother didn't look as worn out as he usually would after a day of work at the gift shop.

"Slow day today, Stan?" Ford questioned as he continued writing on his notepad.

"Huh?" Stan blurted out, raising an eyebrow. He was quick to understand the question, and just shrugged. "Oh, uh, yeah. Somethin' like that." He said.

Ford just nodded. "Well, I'm sure things will be a bit rougher tomorrow." He said with a chuckle.

Stan snickered at the comment. "Heh, yeah. Thanks, pointdexter." He said. He heard an audible knock on the front door and took a step back. "I'm gonna go see who's at the door." He volunteered.

"I can get it." Ford assured with a shrug.

Stan shook his head rather frantically at the offer. "No!" He exclaimed, louder than he should have. Ford looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. Stan noticed the look on Ford's face and chuckled awkwardly. "Heh, heh... uh, I insist." He said, walking to the door.

Ford just shrugged. "Suit yourself." He said, and went back to writing in his notes.

Stan slowly opened the doorknob and peeked outside on the porch, seeing the man who was expected to show up. "C'mon, hurry up..." Stan muttered.

"Good idea, genius." Bill muttered back with a glare. Stan just rolled his eyes.

"Sit on the stairs or somethin'." Stan said when Bill walked away from the living room's view, making sure that Stanford would be able to easily see him. "It's a good thing the twins disappeared in this dream." He added.

"Do you know how this stuff works, idiot?" Bill asked, rolling his eyes.

"Sure I do." Stan half-lied.

Bill sighed obnoxiously and began speaking in a half-mutter. "Whenever I decide to knock Ford unconscious, the state of how his world was when he falls asleep is how it stays in here. That's why it's dangerous to keep him in a dream for so long, because he'll know it was just a dream rather than thinking it was reality."

Stan scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I knew that." He lied once more.

"No ya didn't, old guy." Bill shot back.

"Don't call me an old guy, demon!" Stan said, glaring.

"I'm not a demon!" Bill said, glaring. "The person I'm posing as is a demon."

Stan rolled his eyes. "Well I'm not an old guy, either!" He exclaimed, loud enough that Ford heard it from the other room.

Stanley put a hand over his mouth, and Bill glared at him. "Now look what you've done!" He scolded.

"Stan?" Ford called out, about to stand up from off the couch.

Stan was quick to rush back into the living room. "Oh, uh..." He muttered. "Sorry about that, pointdexter. I've been talkin' to myself a lot recently. With the kids gone and all, ya' know."

Ford nodded in an understanding manner. "I used to do that once and a while." He said. "Oh, and Stanley?" He continued, as he began to write on his notepad.

"Whaddya' want?" Stan asked.

Ford rolled his eyes at the remark, but proceeded. "How come you use nicknames so often?"

"What do you mean?" Stan questioned, folding his arms in confusion.

Stanford shrugged at the question. "Well, it's not often that you use my ordinary name. Often times, you call me 'Smarty pants', 'pointdexter," He continued, counting off his fingers with one hand as he wrote in his lap with a pen in the other.

"Sixer?" A voice continued.

Ford shook his head. "No, I was actually hoping you would stop calling me Sixer, Stanley. It's too painful to hear right now." He admitted with a sigh.

Stan raised an eyebrow. "I didn't say anything." He said, putting his hands on his hips.

"Don't be ridiculous," Ford said, looking up at Stan. "Who else could have-" He continued, but stopped when he saw a familiar face standing by the doorframe in a rather idle manner. It was Bill.

"Bill?" Ford questioned, squinting his eyes in confusion. "You're...you're back! Why?" He asked, surprised.

Bill shrugged at the question. "Dunno, outside world got boring." He said. "So I came back."

"You owe me a beer, jerk." Stan muttered, folding his arms.

Ford shot a glare at Stan, and looked back at Bill. "You came back? Just like that?" He asked.

"Yeah." Bill confirmed with a nod of his head.

"B-but... what about the poem?" Stanford asked, deeply confused.

"Oh, that!" Bill said, laughing. "Yeah, I've been working on my poetry." He said with a shrug.

"Poetry?" Ford repeated. "What kind of poetry would have such a warning?"

"My poetry." Bill stated with a small pout. "I like to keep my poems unique. Wouldn't everyone?" He asked with a small smile.

Ford ran a hand through his hair, standing up and shrugging. "Um.. I suppose so..." He muttered. "But please, Bill. Don't leave that sort of thing on my desk! You had me afraid that you wouldn't come back for the past two days!" He stated, adjusting his glasses.

"Aww, look at dear ol' Fordsy! Fearful for my pathetic life!" Bill said in a flattered manner, putting his hand by his forehead and acting as if he were about to faint for show. The action gave Ford a jolt of fear, but he knew that the demon enjoyed messing with him, so he figured that Bill wouldn't actually fall.

Then again, the man was well known to enjoy pain.

Stan rolled his eyes. "I'll leave the two of ya' to have your little reunion." He said, walking out of the living room.

"Take your time!" Bill shouted to Stan, which Stanley muttered a few negative responses that weren't clearly audible. He waited a moment until he was sure that Stan had left, and turned to face Ford, taking a step closer. "So," He began with an unreadable facial expression.

Ford wasn't sure how to respond, so he just raised an eyebrow. "..So?" He asked in a manner that sounded like more of a question rather than a response.

"You and Fidds." Bill said with a small nod, along with a minor look of unamusement.

Ford knew where this was headed, and he put his hands up by his shoulders in an innocent manner. "Oh, uhm… Bill, I can explain-"

"You don't have to!" Bill said with a wide smile. "I know it didn't mean anything to you!"

"So... y-you saw what happened?" Ford asked.

Bill rolled his eyes and scoffed sarcastically. "Of course I knew, smart guy! I'm all knowing!"

"Well, not so much anymore." Ford said in a joking manner.

Bill just rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Ford's neck. "Don't make a joke out of my suffering." He said with a false pouty-face.

"You know I never mean anything by it." Ford said with a reassuring smile as he looked into the man's eyes. He was glad that Bill had returned, and that his sudden disappearance had been nothing to truly worry about. If Bill had truly left for good, Ford wasn't exactly sure what sort of emotions he would feel for quite some time. Heartbreak would be a good word to describe it.

"So, you really missed me?" Bill asked in a rather surprised manner.

Ford nodded at the question. "Of course I did." He said, tilting his head. "Why wouldn't I?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bill just shrugged. "Well, I figured you'd be happy that I left." He admitted with a small frown.

"What would make you think that?" Stanford asked.

"You're a mysterious man." Bill commented, shrugging once more. "I can never tell for sure how you'll feel about something, you're filled with surprises!" He stated with a smile.

"Am I?" Ford mused, giving a sarcastic smirk.

"Yup." Bill confirmed with a nod of his head. "Remember when you were first exploring the anomalies of this town, and you didn't really want romance of any kind, because you figured it would get in the way of your research?" Bill asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do ya' remember that, Sixer?"

Ford gave a small nod at the question. "Yes, I remember that." He said. "I suppose a lot has changed, hasn't it?"

"Don't go thinking that's a bad thing!" Bill joked with a smirk, giving Ford a small peck on the cheek. Ford's heart melted slightly at the gesture and brushed a few small blonde hairs away from Bill's eyes. Bill rolled his eyes at the gesture with a grin, and he reached one of his hands at the top of Ford's head, ruffling his hair gently.

Stan walked back from downstairs and looked at the two from the doorframe, scoffing dramatically. "Yeah, yeah. Skip the romantic gestures and just kiss already!" He commanded, sighing obnoxiously and walking away.

Ford rolled his eyes at his brother's comment, however Bill gave a more alluring smirk. He grabbed the back of Ford's hair and pressed their lips together. Ford cautiously put his hands at the sides of the other's hips, which Bill seemed completely unopposed to. Bill gave a gentle nip on Ford's bottom lip and pulled away.

Bill looked over at the doorframe and laughed. "Well, your brother reacted differently than you wouldda' though, huh?" He asked, snickering.

Ford just shrugged. "Yes, I suppose so..." He muttered. "My question is why." He said, looking down at his feet in confusion.

Bill shrugged. "His response probably feels like some sort of dream to ya'." He said innocently.

"That would be an accurate way to put it." Ford said with a nod of his head.

Bill hissed sarcastically, and rolled his eyes, looking at Ford. "Aww, too bad for you, pal!" He said.

Ford tilted his head in confusion at the response. "What?" He questioned, however the word didn't do him much good when he found his vision getting blurry once more.

Before Stanford knew it, he was back in his laboratory, waking up into the cruddy reality his mind had left behind. It took him a moment to process the situation as his vision was once again rather blurry after waking up. However, when he found himself sitting in the very chair he had been sitting in when he drifted off to sleep, he understood the truth of it all, which left him in a strange and abnormal feeling of despair.

What's causing this? Ford asked himself. This is the second time this has happened to me. It can't be Bill himself, the plate I had installed makes it so that I'm prone to this type of situation... whatever the hell this is, it needs to get out of my head!

Well, there's the next chapter for you! Again, I'm really sorry that there are a lot of breaks between the chapters events, there's a lot going on and I need to make sure it lasts.

I went to the library with my friend today, and- surprisingly - they actually had the Journal 3, so of course I'm now borrowing it over the 3-day weekend I have. (two weeks is the deadline that I can keep it for.)

The bad thing about getting the book is that I'm realizing a ton of stuff that I've mentioned in my story, however the facts are different than what's in this story! For example, the "Cubik's Cube" They mentioned, in earlier chapters, Ford gave Bill and ordinary "Rubik's Cube" Since I had no clue that the "Cubik's Cube" Was a thing in the Gravity Falls universe. Another thing is, apparently during the portal process Fiddleford was married! I knew he had a girlfriend at one point, but reading that he actually had a wife during the portal process made me feel like a total IDIOT today!

Luckily, this is just Fanfiction, and my excuse for my mistake is this: Fiddleford met her during college as well, and after Stanford went through the portal, Fiddleford realized that she had given birth to his child while he had been away during the process. I feel absolutely stupid for not knowing this sooner, and I'm really sorry how dumb this explanation I just thought of sounds totally idiotic...

Yikess…

Anyway, new chapter up soon! This chapter is up earlier than I expected. I guess that's not really a bad thing though, as long as it's not terribly written or anything. (I actually feel really flipping dumb right now, sorry...)