Eh, idea I came up with after seeing this cool comic strip. The link will be near the bottom. But heh, wow. I get to the end of this thing, start editing it, and I realize how this fic practically wrote itself.

Not sure where it came from, but I have honestly enjoyed what my mind produced after staying up for over twenty-four hours.

Hm, I might even have to do a follow-up of this, if enough people decide they like this. Enjoy!

Drabble 4: I Won't Let You Fall Alone

Sum:
Stanford's gotta teach his bro how to fly.
But then something goes wrong . . .
. . . .and Stanley can't save both of them as they fall.

Universe:
Young!Monster Falls
(The Stan twins basically born/turned into
monsters when little and it's normal and junk.
Like most people in the Falls are monsters
and the world knows and everyone's basically cool with it.)

A`N:
I saw this really neat and thought-provoking min-comic strip a long whiles back, dug it up, and decided to write something based off of it.
I've just been really in feels-town, I guess. Enjoy!(I'll leave a link on the bottom so you know where to find the comic)
They're about twelve, so roughly when they would've found the Stano'war. They've only been monsters for a few years.

That morning was quite the normal one for Fiddleford McGucket. He was fifteen and learning how to drive and his father, Hadron McGucket, was sitting in the passengers seat next to him.

Fiddleford was very smart yet very short, besides lanky, leading to much teasing and bullying. However, he was learning to drive, and taking steps so he could get into college and hopefully be able to make a living one day doing what he did best. He was happy that morning, and didn't expect nothing to unusual to happen until they actually entered the strange, monster-laden town, unavoidable in their trip, to refuel and grab some breakfast.

As they rounded the bend of the highway approaching Gravity Falls, however, he hit the brakes hard. There was something on the edge of the road, closer to the forest, but still in the way, that if he had hit it. . . .

"What do you reckon that is?" he asked his dad, pointing it out.

His father was peering out at it. "I'm not sure," he replied slowly. "But it must've cracked the road. I reckon."

"'Cracked the road'?" repeated Fiddleford, turning the car off and hopping out, approaching whatever-it-was curiously.

It looked sorta like a little stone statue, with a tail and wings that were stiff and motionless. If it had, then it had fallen a long ways indeed. For, as his father had said, there was practically a miniature crater surrounding it, the cracks deep and widespread.

As he moved around it, so as to see it's face and not just it's back, however, he spotted something in the "statue"s grasp. Something furry, with feathered wings and a human face. That was definitely alive and breathing, with dried blood on its face and cracked glasses.

Mentally, Fiddleford took a step back from the situation, trying to put the pieces together. The gargoyle -for that's what the stone thing was- had a childs face, and held the smaller(not really; it was the large, bat-like wings creating that illusion), a Were-creature, or maybe a Sphinx, tightly against it's chest, one wing covering it protectively, the other sprawled out at an unnatural angle in it's sleep-frozen state.

There was no visible blood on the gargoyle, but one of it's tiny grey-black horns had a large bit knocked off, the point clearly missing. The wing looked broken, and the face, frozen in it's sleep, looked pained and scared.

Gently shifting aside one of the sphinx's wings (for it couldn't be much else) he spotted a length of rope tied snugly around his middle. Following it, he found the other tied around the gargoyles.

And as he glanced from the unconscious human face to the more rock-based one, he realized how similar they looked. He quickly drew up a conclusion.

Gently picking both up with a grunt, he staggered back to the car. The gargoyle weighed more than he looked! His father hopped out of the car to help him.

"What is it? What are you doing?" he demanded.

"I think these two brothers had a bad fall." he indicated the probably-broken wing. "And we're near Gravity Falls, besides." he added.

Understanding spread on the elder McGucket's face, and he took the two small monsters as his son hopped back into the drivers seat. Once buckled, he hit the gas pedal, going quicker than the speed limit a little in his hurry, heading for the hospital.

"Please be alright, please be alright . . ." he muttered under his breath, sparing a quick glance at the two.

One face peaceful and relaxed, the other pinched with pain.

One face human and the other stone.

Both little monsters.

Both loving twins.

Stanley looked down at the ground, so far below them. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. His large, grey, bat-like wings flapped powerful on the still night air. Not two feet away from him was Stanford, his face lit up with excitement as he observed their home town of Gravity Falls. It wasn't very far away. They were just on the outskirts of it, hovering above the forest near the highway.

Well, Stanford was hovering. Stanley had to push and strain and flap as hard as he could to remain in the air, due to his much heavier stone-based, gargoyle body. He didn't mind, though. It had been very generous of his bro to take him out to try and teach him these past several weeks.

There was a large contest going on over the lake in a week or so; an aerial race for all the winged and flight-gifted monsters out there. Stanley desperately wanted to join the fun, but he had yet to learn how to fly. Stanford had figured it out ages ago, and he was now helping his brother practice at the time he felt most comfortable.

At night, when his perfectly-adapted eyes could take in and see everything without the glare of the sun getting to him. That, and they technically weren't supposed to be out this late, but it was important!

For safety purposes, they had a length of rope tied around each of their waists, making sure they wouldn't be separated. Not only would it mean that Ford would be able to get to him quicker if he was having an issue, but Lee was able to see everything much better than his twin, who still retained a more human-restricted range of night-vision. Even though the rest of him was furry and he sported a pair of feathered wings, he still had a human face, rather than a muzzle.

Either way, Stanley didn't care. They'd been this way for years, and he loved it! He gave his wings an extra-hard flap, seeing as he was starting to sag lower than his twin, and suddenly found that it was much easier than before. He'd accidentally flapped in a way that just felt . . . better, right, the way he was supposed to be doing it, it felt like.

With a wide grin full of sharp teeth, he tried the new stroke again. And again. And again. Wow! Perfect! Amazing! It was easier to remain in one place now! Less exhausting, and a little less effort!

"Hey, bro, check this out! I think I'm finally getting it!" he called to his brother.

Stanford swiveled mid-flap, scrutinizing his brother before grinning wide, teeth sharper and thinner and pointy, more like a house-cat than a lion's thicker, crushing teeth.

"Great job, Stanley!" he praised, the grin widening. "You're finally getting the hang of it! If we keep this up, you'll be ready in no time!"

This warmed Stanley inside more than anything. Finally, he might be able to win at something other than boxing, which nearly everyone said he had an unfair advantage for, being indestructible and the only gargoyle in the Falls. Perhaps now his dad, instead of always glancing at him unsurely and avoiding him, would be proud of him!

"High six?" he asked, holding out one hand.

"High six." Stanford grinned, propelling himself forward with little effort, one furry six-toed/fingered paw/hand outstretched.

But something went wrong.

Whether it was a larger-than-anticipated gust of wind pushing Stanley forward, or Stanford thrusting his wings harder than he meant too -or possibly some combination of the two- the twins rammed into eachother.

For several terrifying moments it was all just a large tangle of wings and limbs and tails and rushing wind as they both fell, before Stanford managed to shove them apart and tried to right himself. Stanley, panicking, flared out his large wings and flailed them about, accidentally knocking his brother in the face during it.

He froze when he heard the pained grunt and crack of broken glasses. He managed to turn his head, spotting his twin, unconscious and falling beside him, nose bleeding and glasses cracked. He shouted, and, through a strength that comes with pure desperation, managed to "swim" in midair with his arms and legs and latch onto his brother.

Pulling his twins head onto his chest, Stanley clasped his hands underneath his brothers wings. He managed to figure out Up from Down and righted himself, flapping as hard as he could, trying to get them in the air again.

"Come on, Ford, you gotta wake up!" he pleaded, feeling bone-aching weariness creep into his wings, slowly filling his whole body.

The first time he'd felt this was when they first managed to get him airborne three weeks ago. They'd nearly crashed afterwards when his wings stopped working. Luckily, they had been only ten feet above the ground.

"I can't lift both of us!"

Stanley risked a glance down at the ground, so far, far below them. Ford was clearly not going to wake up anytime soon and they were already sagging lower and lower in the air, their fall slowed rather than stopped. Then, it happened. The one thing he'd dreaded since that first night in the air.

His wings locked up, furling in close to his back, too tired to move anymore. They plummeted. Stanley held his twin close, refusing to let go, tucking Ford's head underneath his stony chin. He shut his eyes tight and hugged him, feeling the air rushing past his hair, opposite of his tail that now pointed at the sky above them.

He looked once at the ground. His heart stuttered. He looked up at the sky. He caught sight of the one constellation he knew, that Ford had taught him ages ago.

The Gemini. He held Ford tighter, tucking his chin back into his twins brown hair.

"I've got you."

This wasn't just a statement; this was a promise. He wasn't going to let his bro get more hurt than he had already. He was going to protect him, even if it killed Stanley himself.

He grit his teeth, waiting.

I won't let you get hurt anymore, Ford. he thought. I won't let you fall alone. . . .

It felt like eternity.

It felt like two seconds.

However long it was, it all ended with a large CRACK and a quieter snap.

There was no pain.

Only darkness.

Hope everyone liked! This was originally(within all technicalities) "minty-draws-cartoons" idea, and I just turned it into a story. Be sure to go say hello to her on tumblr and take a look at the comic! The link is next.

minty- draws- cartoons. tumblr post/ 115 457 306 487/ monster- falls- yeah- more- drawings- of- my- favorite

Just connect the spaces and you're golden!

I can't help but think that Fiddleford is at least a few years older than the twins. In this fic, he's fifteen, leaving him three years older than the twelve-year-olds. Not sure why he and his old man are in Gravity Falls. Passing through? Visiting relatives? You can draw you're own conclusions.

I might even have to do a follow-up of this, if enough people decide they like this. It kinda depends, though . . .

"20-8-5-18-5 23-1-19 1 19-16-8-9-14-24 19-1-20 9-14 1-14 15-1-11
20-8-5 13-15-18-5 8-5 19-1-23 20-8-5 13-15-18-5 8-5 8-15-16-5-4
20-8-5 13-15-18-5 8-5 8-15-16-5-4, 20-8-5 13-15-18-5 8-5 12-5-1-18-14-5-4
23-8-25 3-1-14'20 23-5 1-12-12 2-5 12-9-11-5 20-8-9-19 23-9-19-5 15-12-4 2-18-15?

20-8-5-14 20-8-5-18-5 23-1-19 8-9-19 20-23-9-14
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1 7-1-18-7-15-25-12-5 23-8-15 1-12-23-1-25-19
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23-8-15 3-1-14 8-5-12-16 2-21-20 12-9-11-5 20-8-5-19-5 20-23-15 25-15-21-14-7 6-5-12-12-15-23-19?
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First person to translate the above can choose any sort of oneshot they choose and I'll write it up and publish it. CONTEST TIME! :-P :-D

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