These scenes are inspired by the short comics by owlapinart on tumblr!
Dipper Pines sat huddled back in the corner of the room, chewing a pen as he observed the journal in his lap. He'd shown the journal to his twin sister Mabel, but she quickly lost interest after seeing all the physics and mathematics it was filled with. He sometimes couldn't blame her; some of these formulas were above even his comprehension.
What kept his interest in the journal was a section near the middle, dedicated to a seal depicting a downward-pointing triangle with a six-fingered hand situated in the middle. From the writing on the other pages, there was mention of 'a being of infinite knowledge'.
THAT was intriguing. A being of infinite knowledge? Could it be a demon, or a spirit, or a muse? Dipper focused primarily on those pages, wearing down the cap of three different pens as he mulled over the contents. Why make mention of a being of infinite knowledge without giving any other information on it?
The more Dipper thought about it, the more he realized he wanted to KNOW. There were mysteries here in Gravity Falls, things he wanted to KNOW about.
He traced his fingertips over the seal on the page. "…a being of infinite knowledge…" he murmured, starting on chewing pen number four. "…I wanna know more…but how can I—"
Dipper was cut from his musings when he felt a sharp spark under his fingertips, dropping his pen when he visibly saw flickers of electricity coming off of the page, wisps of blackness curling up from around the seal. He yelped, dropping the journal when it tremored in his hands, black tendrils curling up from the pages.
He watched in a numb horror as the Lovecraftian tendrils began clumping together to form something vaguely resembling a torso. Out of the mass of writhing tendrils came a humanlike face—and just a face. Where a head should be was only a black void, like a fuzzy black hole in a point of space. On the face was something resembling a pair of glasses, only they blended perfectly with the face, a golden glow shining from behind them. Around his body, an article of clothing resembling a tan lab coat appeared, still doing nothing to mask the horror underneath.
All at once, ten eyes opened up around the creature's head, each of them flickering independently around the room before honing in on Dipper in tandem. The creature's head raised, and Dipper had the sudden sensation of having everything from his appearance to the inner workings of his mind and body being observed and judged.
"Boy…" the being spoke, sounding like an overlaying echo of at least three voices speaking together in an eldritch baritone, "…your desire for knowledge has summoned me." It—he?—straightened up, looming over Dipper. "You may call me 'Ford'."
Dipper swallowed hard, fighting like mad to just not wet himself from terror, focusing on the genial and civil tone the creature was speaking in. "Oh…uh, 'Ford'?..." he stammered, trying to look ANYWHERE but those eyes that were staring at him. "Is…that because hearing your true name would drive me insane or something?"
The silence that came was so awkward Dipper almost laughed. He chanced a look at the creature, seeing the eyes narrow at him before several of them rolled. Dipper had never seen anything inhuman have an expression that CLEARLY said it wished to facepalm.
"…No," the creature—'Ford'—said. "…It's short for 'Stanford'."
Well this was incredibly embarrassing.
"Oh," Dipper replied oh-so-intelligently. "Um. Hi. Ford. I'm…Dipper Pines."
"I know who you are," Ford replied. "I know many things. I know that you have a sister. A twin. I know that you are here staying with your great-uncle Stanley. I know that you currently have to void your bladder, and I am willing to wait whilst you do so."
Dipper's face went red, and knew that there was no point in denying that. His options were either do the walk of shame to the bathroom, or stay and humiliate himself further. He chose the lesser of two evils and muttered a quick 'excuse me' before running out.
Ford stared after Dipper, his lips twitching slightly. He'd almost forgotten how utterly adorable the boy could be.
Adorable or not, it was getting pretty damn frustrating being summoned so often and being taken away from his research.
Whatever quandary Dipper couldn't figure out on his own, out came Stanford, who, following his own principles, would give Dipper a step-by-step series of clues for the boy to follow and figure out on his own. It was almost worth it see Dipper's face light up and eyes sparkle when the problem was solved, and the heartfelt thanks the boy gave him was endearing.
Still, as he was resorting his knowledge collection for the umpteenth time several weeks later, he ground his teeth when he heard the telltale call of his summoning. He ignored Fiddleford's half-assed attempts at smothering a laugh and dumped his pile of books into the assistant's arms before vanishing and reforming out of his seal, letting out a barely-repressed sigh.
"Dipper, this is the third time this week," he said, not bothering to keep the exasperation out of his voice. "What else can you possible need to—"
He cut off when he looked at the scene before him. Dipper was sitting on the floor in front of a Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons game set, the boy's expression cautiously optimistic.
"Uhh…" Dipper said after several long, agonizing moments of watching Ford stare at the board set with all ten eyes. "…well, I know you're a knowledge demon or whatever…" He tapped his fingertips together shyly. "…But do you wanna play Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons with me? Mabel and Grunkle Stan don't want to…" He let out an 'eep' when Ford reached over and grabbed the back of his vest with his arm tendrils, lifting him up to eye-level.
"Boy," Ford intoned, and Dipper mentally braced himself for a scolding or worse. "You summoned me here to play MY FAVORITE GAME IN THE MULIVERSE?!"
Dipper blinked at the ENTHUSIASM in Ford's voice, looking up and seeing the knowledge demon beaming like a kid with candy, two other normal eyes sparkling from behind those ominous demi-glasses on his face.
Ford grinned, hearing Dipper make a sound of excitement and joy only dogs could hear, putting the boy back down on the ground before half-sitting himself, levitating a few inches off the floor and waving his tendril-like fingers, summoning his bag of dice from his home dimension and thinking that next time, he'd bring Fiddleford along for the fun.