A/N: And the votes are in! Drumroll please! *Starts a drumroll with two pencils and a desk* And the winner is... Random monster!

Stanford's POV.

Note: The story picture belongs to crispystar on Tumblr.

Chapter 3:

Monsters are Real

Stanford drove on, wondering how he was going to explain this. Not the "monsters are real" bit to the nerd-man, but the fact that he revealed his and Stanley's plans to an outsider. Lee won't be happy, Stanford thought glumly as he glanced at the rearview mirror, watching his unconscious brother in the back seat. He heard someone clear their throat, then looked back at the road.

"Yes?", Stanford asked stiffly.

"Just where are you taking me?", Fiddleford asked.

"Home.", Stanford answered simply.

"Oh.", Fiddleford replied quietly, obviously not satisfied with his answer. But hey, Stanford wouldn't be happy either if he was in a car with a couple of (possibly crazy) strangers with no idea where he was going.

A/N: Timeskip.

Stanford shut off the car and got out, then helped Stanley out of the car, draping Stanley's arm over his own shoulders. He stopped halfway to the shack and turned to Fiddleford, who was staring up at the house from his spot beside the car.

"You coming or what?", he called out, waiting impatiently as Fiddleford walked over at a brisk pace.

"Follow me.", Stanford said as he went inside, pushing the door open with his other shoulder. He laid Stanley down on the couch, then led Fiddleford into the kitchen.

"Sit.", Stanford said as he gestured to a chair.

"I'm not a dog.", Fiddleford said defensively, then sat down after Stanford glared at him.

"Now this may sound a little crazy, but... monsters are real."

"I know."

"It's really crazy, actually, but it's- wait, you do?"

"Of course. Everyone in this town does. We all just have this, well, I guess you could call it a silent agreement. No one in this town will talk to outsiders, and we won't talk about what we see. I think that keeps everyone from going into a panic about-"

"Boring!", Stanford interrupted.

"You realize that's incredibly immature, right?"

"You realize that's incredibly immature, right?", Stanford said in a mocking tone.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Is that really necessary?", Stanford mocked again.

"Why do you have to be such a moron!?", Fiddleford snapped.

"Why do you have to be such a nerd!?", Stanford snapped back. They continued for awhile, until a groan from you inside the living room caught Stanford's attention.

"Lee? You awake?", Stanford asked as he walked into the living room.

"Yeah... What happened?", Stanley groaned as he sat up. Stanford told him, including the bit where he told Fiddleford about their plans. He also told him how the citizens of Gravity Falls knew about the paranormal, but kept it to themselves.

"Really? Fascinating...", Stanley said as he pulled out a green journal with a few papers sticking out of it. Stanford watched as he wrote down notes on the ghost and Gravity Falls citizens, right next to the gnome page.

"Excuse me?", Fiddleford called out meekly from the doorway, "Could one of you drive me home?"

Stanford looked at Stanley, who shook his head. He groaned and said, "Alright nerd."

"I have a name, you know."

"What?"

"I have a name. And it's not nerd, nerd-man, or whatever else your neanderthal mind comes up with."

"Okay, what's your name then?", Stanley interrupted before Stanford could make a retort.

"Fiddleford H. McGucket.", Fiddleford said proudly as he puffed up his tiny chest. Stanford suddenly burst out laughing, smacking Fiddleford on the back.

"Fiddleford! McGucket! Haha! McBucket! Ha! Fiddlebucket! Hahaha!", he laughed as Fiddleford blushed in embarrassment.

"Ford, leave the poor man alone.", Stanley scolded as he stood up.

"But it's hilarious!", Stanford exclaimed and was about to smack Fiddleford on the back again when Stanley suddenly collapsed.

"Lee!? Lee, what's wrong?", Stanford asked urgently as he grabbed his twin by the shoulders. He quickly let go as Stanley hissed at him, his eyes a solid white.

"What the hell!?", Stanford shouted as he scrambled back. Fiddleford jumped back, hiding behind the doorway.

"Lee, snap out of it!", Stanford yelled as he jumped up. Stanley simply launched himself at Stanford, tackling him to the ground.

"Run!", he shouted to Fiddleford as he punched his brother in self-defense.

A/N: Fiddleford's POV.

Fiddleford ran. He ran in fear and terror, too afraid to even look back. Once he was a good ways away, Fiddleford rested against a tree to catch his breath. I have to go back, Fiddleford's (somewhat) brave side thought. Are you crazy!? That thing could kill us! His common sense thought. That thing is a human being!

Not anymore.

Great, now my own mind is bickering with itself, Fiddleford thought in annoyance. Glancing back, Fiddleford saw the shack through the trees and wondered what could be happening. Then, as if the universe answered his question, Stanford flew out of a window, landing in a heap of raked leaves. Fiddleford ran over to him and checked him over, sighing in relief when he saw that he wasn't dead, just cut up by the glass and unconscious. He heard a growl and looked over at the shack, where a very pissed off, possessed Stanley was standing in the doorway.

"Stanford... Stanford wake up!", Fiddleford exclaimed as he sprang to his feet, watching as Stanley started towards them.

"Stanford!', Fiddleford shouted again, then grabbed a large branch to protect himself.

"I don't want to hurt you, Mr. Pines.", he said, trying (and failing) to remain calm. The possessed man who used to be Stanley Pines snarled and launched himself at Fiddleford, who raised the branch and...

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: Surprise! Cliffhangers! Anyhoo, sorry about the delay, but the past few weeks have been nuts. And not in a good way. But thanks to some kind words from my co-author TiPoLover 22, I'm ready to post it! Also, do any of you guys have Tumblr? Cuz if you do, look up Geekychic1012 (that's me! ;) ). And if any of you guys have Twitter, please PM because I have a proposition for you. ;)

Gracekim1: That sounds cool, but that wouldn't work in my storyline. Sorry!

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