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thelastspeecher · 3 months

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Stanuary '24 - Week Two: Possess & Sacrifice

This takes place in my Smallville AU, in which Stan and Ford take the role of Clark Kent as seen on my favorite TV show of all time, Smallville. And that's all you get for context. I'm tired.

Enjoy.

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Stan paced back and forth, pointedly avoiding looking at the eerily still figure of Fiddleford on a slab of icy crystal. Ford, much like Fiddleford, wasn’t moving, merely standing by their friend, staring helplessly at him. The voice of their biological father filled the cavernous crystalline fortress.

“He will not die. It will take some time, but he will recover.” Ford slumped in relief. “Humans continue to surprise me with how much they resemble us. I would not have expected him to handle a Kryptonian malady so well.”

“Bullshit,” Stan muttered under his breath. “Like a damn computer could be surprised.” He stopped pacing, Jor-El’s words fully catching up in his head.

He’s doing that sneaky thing, isn’t he?

“How long is ‘some time’?” Stan asked. Ford’s shoulders tensed again.

“It is difficult to tell at this point. It could be months or years.”

“Years?” Ford croaked. Stan glared at the closest crystal. “But- but- is there anything you can do?” The response took a while to come.

“Yes.” As per usual, the crystals lit with a dim glow when Jor-El spoke. “I know of a way to speed his recovery to a mere week.”

“Then do that!” Stan snapped. “And why the hell didn’t you say you could?” Jor-El was silent. “Hello?”

“There is a saying on Earth that I am sure your adoptive mother taught you,” Jor-El said slowly.

Dammit. If Mom taught us the saying, it’s not gonna be sunshine and rainbows.

“There is no such thing as a free lunch.”

“A free-” Stan shared a horrified look with Ford. “Are you joking? We’re your kids! You won’t help our friend who got sick because of us?”

“You are my children, yes,” Jor-El said, the AI maddeningly patient. “However, by both the standards of Earth and Krypton, you are adults.”

“If we were seventeen, you’d do it without question,” Ford said, his voice tight with anger. “But because we’re barely out of high school, you’re insisting on something in return. Is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“I knew coming here was a bad idea,” Stan spat. “Nothing good ever comes from Jor-El.”

“Stanley,” Ford hissed.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually thinking about taking him up on his stupid offer!”

“What choice do I have?” Ford asked. “I won’t let Fiddleford lose months or years of his life to recover from something he would have never encountered if it weren’t for me.” Ford looked down at Fiddleford and took a deep breath. “Jor-El, what do you want from me?”

“Acceptance of your destiny.”

“Oh hell no,” Stan burst out. Ford glared at him, but Stan steamrolled on. “When are you gonna drop this destiny thing?”

“When my sons have embraced it,” Jor-El said. Not much emotion came through his AI voice, but he did sound more exasperated than usual. “The two of you are more than the mere humans that raised you.”

“Here comes the anti-human racism,” Stan said, rolling his eyes.

“You have great potential. Once you reach it, you will be as gods on Earth!”

“We don’t care about being gods!” Stan said. “We just wanna be us! And ‘embracing our destinies’ isn’t part of that!”

“You are spirited and rebellious, Ley-El,” Jor-El said. “Much like my darling Lara.” Stan froze, blindsided by a casual mention of their biological mother, someone that the Jor-El AI seemed reluctant to bring up. Jor-El seized Stan’s confused pause to continue speaking to Ford. “For-El. I will heal your human companion. In exchange, you must agree to study here until such a time as I determine your training complete.”

“How long will that take?” Ford asked hesitantly.

“As long as is necessary.” There was a pause. “I am sure my own son would never even dream of doing so, but should you decide to leave before your training is complete, I will invoke a punishment.”

“Ford,” Stan hissed. Ford closed his eyes. “Don’t do it. It’s a shit deal.”

“I can’t let F suffer because of me,” Ford said, his voice thick. He swallowed. “Very well, Jor-El, I will-”

“I’ll do it,” Stan interrupted. Ford’s head whipped around to stare at him. Stan walked over to Ford and Fiddleford. “I’ll do the training.”

“You have yet to even fly.”

“Just means I’ve got a lot to learn,” Stan said, fighting back his terror at the idea of being miles above the hard, unforgiving ground.

Invulnerability doesn’t make falling any more pleasant.

“This is true…” Jor-El sounded thoughtful.

“Stan, what are you doing?!” Ford demanded. Stan sighed.

“Look, you’ve got potential. You shouldn’t throw that away for however long the training takes. And you shouldn’t have to put your relationship on ice, either! Fiddleford might annoy me sometimes, but he makes you happy. The two of you have something together.”

“Stanley…”

“I don’t have anything going for me right now. If I drop outta my life for a while, I can slide back in when training’s done without any problems.”

“That’s not true,” Ford said, sounding pained.

“Sure it is!” Stan feigned a lighthearted tone. “Anyways, you can’t stop me. I already volunteered.”

“I accept this exchange,” Jor-El’s voice thundered. A warm, white glow surrounded Fiddleford. Pink flooded back into his cheeks.

“Stanford?” Fiddleford said weakly.

“Take him and leave, For-El,” Jor-El rumbled. “Your brother’s training must begin. There is a lot of ground to cover.” Ford picked Fiddleford up. He shot one last saddened yet relieved glance at Stan before disappearing in a flash. Stan swallowed. He looked up at the fortress’s vaulted ceiling.

“All right, Jor-El, it’s just you and me!” he shouted. “Let’s get started!”

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“You saw him?” Lute asked quietly. Ford nodded. Lute handed him a glass of sweet tea. Ford took the glass, his hands clinging to it like a lifeline. The McGuckets’ kitchen was as warm and welcoming as ever, despite the rain pounding furiously against the farmhouse roof. He desperately needed to talk to someone about the latest Kryptonian development, and Fiddleford’s younger brother Lute was the only one around who knew about the “whole alien thing”. As Fiddleford and Lute phrased it.

Other than Mom. And I don’t want to stress her out with this. Lute eyed Ford’s grip on the drink.

“Uh. Careful. Last time ya held a glass like that-” The warning came too late. The glass shattered, spilling iced tea everywhere. Lute sighed. “Yer cleanin’ it up this time.” He tossed Ford a roll of paper towels. Ford began to mop up the liquid. “So. You saw him. Tell me more.”

“Like I said, I went to the Fortress of Solitude.”

“That’s the ice castle the two of ya got?”

“Yes.”

“You came up with the name, didn’t ya?”

“Irrelevant,” Ford mumbled. “What matters is that Stan has been staying there since he agreed to do Jor-El’s training. Now that Fiddleford is doing better, I decided to drop to check in on him. And he…” Ford took a shuddering breath. “Do you recall a few years ago when you had to use Kryptonite to take me down?”

“Yeah. It was like you were possessed or somethin’,” Lute said. Ford began to brush the shards of glass into his hands.

“That’s because I was.”

“I don’t ‘member any meteor infected folks that week.”

“I wasn’t possessed by a human. Jor-El did something to take me over. He determined it was the only way I would fulfill this grand destiny he has planned for me.”

“Grand destiny,” Lute muttered under his breath. Ford dumped the glass shards and wet paper towels into the trash. “Are all Kryptonian parents like this with their kids?”

“I haven’t had a chance to meet any Kryptonian parents other than Jor-El,” Ford said dryly. “And even then, he’s an AI.”

“…Right.” Lute leaned against the kitchen table, frowning. “He possessed ya those years back?” Ford nodded. “How is he able to do that? And why’d ya bring it up?”

“I honestly have no idea how he is able to do so. He seems to have access to Kryptonian technology us on Earth can’t even conceive of. As for why I brought it up…” Ford trailed off uncertainly. Lute’s gray eyes widened.

“No,” he whispered. “He didn’t.” Ford nodded.

“Stan seems to have been possessed as well.”

“How- are ya sure?” Lute asked weakly. Ford shot him an annoyed look. “Right, right. The twin bond. I mean, I’d certainly know if Angie was possessed.”

“Is she getting suspicious about Stan’s disappearance?”

“No more ‘n Fidds is, thankfully.” Lute eyed Ford. “By the by, Stan stayin’ at that ice castle wouldn’t have somethin’ to do with Fidds’ miraculous recovery last week, would it?” Ford winced. “I knew it! There ain’t no coincidences that big in this world.”

“I- I won’t tell you exactly how the two events are linked,” Ford said carefully.

“I reckon I could figure it out.”

“Even if you do, I will neither confirm nor deny.”

“Fair enough.” Lute opened the fridge and removed the pitcher of sweet tea. “I won’t tell no one ‘bout the two bein’ linked, neither.”

“…Thank you,” Ford whispered.

“Ain’t no problem.” Lute set the pitcher on the counter. “So. How do we un-possess Stan? Want me to grab the Kryptonite?”

“No. I hesitate to bring Kryptonite to the Fortress.”

“You think it might muck it up?” Lute asked. Ford nodded. “And yer concerned about that why?” Ford stared at him.

“It’s my last link to my biological heritage.”

“It also has only brought you ‘n Stan grief,” Lute pointed out. Ford shook his head.

“Still, I can’t- I can’t do it.”

“Fine. We’ll figure somethin’ else out.” Lute opened the cupboard and took out a cup. “But until you’ve calmed down, yer gettin’ yer drinks in plastic. Not glass.” The back door slammed open. Ford and Lute looked over. Stan stumbled in, hair and clothes drenched from the downpour outside.

“Stanley!” Ford exclaimed. Stan looked up, panting.

“Uh, hey, Ford. I didn’t- I didn’t think you’d be here.”

“Were you trying to avoid me?” Ford asked.

“Uh. No. Just not talk to you first. Um.” Stan rubbed his neck. There was a long line of red down his arm. “Um.”

“Are you bleeding?” Lute asked. Stan looked at his arm.

“Oh. Yeah. I guess.”

“How?!” Ford asked, aghast, as Lute opened the cupboard under the kitchen sink and pulled out a first aid kit.

“Uh.” Stan laughed weakly. “It’s got to do with why I’m back here instead of training with Jor-El.”

“Yeah, Stanford was tellin’ me you got possessed or somethin’?” Lute said. “Sit down at the table, I’ll get ya bandaged up.” Stan sat obediently. Lute came over and began to tend to Stan’s wound.

“I only got possessed for the flying training,” Stan mumbled.

“That fear of heights still won’t let ya fly even knowin’ ya can’t be hurt if ya fall, huh?” Lute remarked. Stan glared at him.

“It’s a respect, not a fear.”

“And if you were to fall now, you’d be hurt, wouldn’t you?” Ford asked quietly. Stan immediately looked down at the kitchen floor. “There’s no way you completed your training. But when you insisted on leaving, Jor-El took your powers.” Lute paused.

“Is he right?” Lute asked. Stan nodded reluctantly. Lute looked at Ford. “How on Earth could ya have guessed such a specific series of events?”

“He’s threatened it before,” Ford said with a shrug. Lute’s mouth fell open.

“Jor-El threatened to take yer powers away ‘fore?”

“Yes.”

“Lord above. They need some parentin’ classes on Krypton, I reckon.”

“Why did you stop the training?” Ford asked Stan.

“I got sick of it. He’s not the greatest coach. And…” Stan sighed. “I didn’t want to be alone anymore.”

“You missed yer friends and fam’ly,” Lute said. Stan nodded again. “That’s sweet.”

“Are you fine with being powerless?” Ford asked Stan.

“Being back home with everyone is worth getting bruises and needing to drive places,” Stan said firmly. He grinned. “Anyways, you and I both know things like this never stick. I’m gonna be back to normal by next week. Just watch.”

#huh I am just now realizing that I did aliens two prompts in a row #Stanuary #Gravity Falls #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Lute McGucket #Fiddleford McGucket #McGucket Family #Smallville AU #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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tazmiilly · 1 year

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hanging out with your family's family

#i think ford and stans not-blood related familial relationships are important #scribbles #gravity falls #sigh. i have to tag all of these characters. i mean i dont HAVE to but I'll regret it if i dont #ford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #tate mcgucket #stan pines #soos ramirez #melody #she has no last name. sad

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zephrunsimperium · 10 months

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A collection of memery by yours truly. This first one seems like such low hanging fruit, so I wonder if it’s been done before.

Fiddleford:

Ford:

#gravity falls #stanford pines #ford pines #grunkle ford #fiddleford mcgucket #stanley pines #grunkle stan #dipper pines #mabel pines #bill cipher #gravity falls memes #billford #pines family

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sleeplessdreamer14 · 16 days

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I did a thingy. Use your own color codes and write stuff next to the lines. Example under the cut.

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mozart-the-meerkitten · 1 year

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Welp. I rewatched Coco so all four of them are back in my head now, all at once this time

this feels dangerous somehow

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raven-does-artstuff-894 · 1 year

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AHHHHHHHHH!

I loved the gravity falls ending! I loved it so much I decided to draw something

#gravity falls #dipper pines #wendy corduroy #grunkle ford #grunkle stan #stanford pines #stanley pines #pines family #mabel pines #mabel gravity falls #soos gravity falls #pacifica northwest #gideon gleeful #old man mcgucket #robbie valentino #bill ci the triangle guy #bill cypher

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whaile · 2 years

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just finished rewatching gravity falls and it's real gay grandpa hours, kids

#doods #gf #gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #stanford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #fiddauthor #ford² #whatever their ship name is. plus some stanleys & misc pines family shenanigans

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callipraxia · 1 year

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Just spent about half an hour working out my answer to the question, "so, if I were to regard the plot of Gravity Falls as part of a chess game played to put Bill in check...who would fill all of the roles?" Because this is obviously a sensible use of my time after midnight...Plus, by sheer coincidence, I actually have sixteen characters who can logically compose Team Good Guys! To demonstrate, with explanations below the cut now that I know how those work on this site:

Pawns: Filbrick, Caryn, Shermie, Shermie's wife/girlfriend/whoever Shermie had a kid with, Dipper and Mabel's parents, Robbie, and Pacifica.

Knights: Dipper and Wendy

Bishops: Fiddleford and Gideon

Rooks: Stan and Soos

Queen: Mabel

King: Ford

Those last two should not be read as implying any weird ships, because...ew. Rather, it's all in how their actions correspond to the relevant pieces/the fact that they are in fact arguably both ex-royalty (Ford's the ex-king of the Finger Dimension, one could interpret Jeff the Gnome's comments as meaning that Mabel was, briefly and on a technicality, Queen of the Gnomes before she busted out the leaf blower). As for the more relevant bits:

The information in Ford's head makes him a vital piece for Team Good Guys: if Bill extracts said information, the game's over. Ford is also very limited in his options (the piece can move in any direction, but only one square at a time) and is just as easily trapped into check by his own pieces - it's his attachment to Dipper and Mabel which nearly allowed Bill to pull off a ‘smothered mate’-like situation.

Mabel is a strong piece with a very respectable track record of violence toward Bill. She can also move in any direction in a very literal way (grappling hook!) and this ability is what gives her uncles time to execute the twin switch which 'won the game.' On which note...

I think I read that it's different now (full disclosure, I'm a lousy chess player), but at one point in the history of the game, castling rules allowed an unmoved King to swap places with one of his unmoved Rooks. The Rooks, meanwhile, are moving buildings that flatten pretty much all in their path. Seemed like a description anyone Stan ever punched would agree with. Soos could go here or as Knight II; I stuck him here because he takes over the same role as Stan at the end of the series (plus, you know it would make him so happy).

If Soos is with the Rooks, then Dipper and Wendy become the Knights. Look at them in Weirdmageddon I! And in general (Dipper was pretty much born not moving the same way as anyone else in the game: ‘ladder shoes’, anyone?), but in that episode, when the two of them work together, they go from "surviving out here, which is already impressive and indicative of unusual skills" to "have decimated Bill's ground forces by flipping Gideon and are gearing up to take on a magic trap directly." Plus, Wendy customarily carries an axe; if she wanted to, she could go very medieval on folks.

Speaking of medieval (sort of) - our Bishops, Fiddleford and Gideon. Aside from both being at least religion-adjacent in supplementary materials (Gideon reads Preacher's Digest and behaves like a televangelist, Fiddleford is specifically stated to make the sign of the cross when he steps over a grave), they also fit well enough with the incomparable Terry Pratchett's description of the role in chess: "Bishops move diagonally. That's why they often turn up where the kings don't expect them to be." Certainly both Fiddleford and Gideon end up in places Bill didn't expect them to be, and they both go the long way about accomplishing their goals, too, preferring manipulation and ranged tech (robots, science guns, proxies, etc.) to direct confrontations, though they will if they must and may well show slightly disturbing glee while they’re about it - rather like the mace-wielding bishops of yore, no?

Which just leaves our eight pawns: Filbrick, Caryn, Dipper and Mabel's parents, one set of Dipper and Mabel's grandparents, Robbie, and Pacifica. The first six fit the role well: they are the 'front line' which made initial moves (had kids, raised kids, screwed said kids up something awful on occasion) and allowed the more powerful pieces to 'develop' long enough to get to Weirdmageddon/have the mental health issues that create their circumstances at that time. Pacifica's season two arc also makes her fit nicely into the role of Promoted Pawn: at first, she may compete for everything as the 'face' of the Northwest family, but she has so little real power of her own that she is cowered by a bell. Later, though, after fighting her way through Lilliputtians and aiding in the capture of a Category 10 ghost, she breaks the bell conditioning and saves the town. During the endgame, she is in the right place at the right time to first get the sweater Mabel made her and then to realize it meant she was part of the Destiny Circle. I'd say she made it to the other end of the board.

And then there's Robbie. Who I just stuck in here because he wasn't cool enough to be Knight II and nothing else fit at all. Sorry, Robbie.

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bluefrostyy · 2 years

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Okay okay okay! My first question!

What could change if Sebastian grew up in an AU? Like relativity falls or reverse falls?

this one is hard bc it depends on what AU he's in

relativity falls: its HARD to think about bc so many things would be moved XD especially with the triplets being already a very moved au. mabel and dipper would be their aunt and uncle, with filbrick marrying kari still as their parents (so the twins and filbrick are siblings, making their mom have 2 pair of twins lmao)

filbrick would want a free summer away from the lil shits with kari only dealing with baby shermie. thought itd make them more men to be away from their mom too. Ford would found Dipper's journal and Mabel would bond with her nephews until dipper is back, who FREAKS OUT seeing seb's eye bc BILL! Sebs powers were also activated in town and Ford and Stan had so much fun exploring them with seb, until dipper said what this meant and they got scared of him. Mabel defended her crying nephew. weirdmageddon still happened, but the triplets relationship had been breaking way before

reverse falls: i dont understand the au tbh. i guess hed be confused if his family is evil? but with no moral compass, hed enjoy causing chaos with ford n in some way tourture will with ford bc hes a bitch xd

monsters falls: sebs a manticore. i think this is more of a vibe than an au xd

gravity rises: ford would have lost seb n stan in the portal i guess while watching over hyperactive dip and paranoid mabel.

same coin au: hed just VIBE with stan bc hed GET him! both being reincarnations of bill. theyd use their powers together and be badasses. ford was so in awe to have such cool brothers {after being terrified of both xd}

idk more aus ahahahw

#pines family #pinestripletsau #gravity falls #gravity falls au #relativity falls #monster falls #manticore #sphynx ford #gargoylestan #reverse falls #same coin theory #will cipher #bill cipher #human bill cipher #filbrick pines #Caryn Pines #Fiddleford McGucket

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when-gravity-has-fallen · 4 months

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Having difficulty reblogging so had to send the link to myself...but please look at it! It's a retconable unofficial side askblog I'm doing while I wait for the Book of Bill. Enjoy!

https://www.tumblr.com/to-be-continued

#gravity falls #askblog #ask blog #dipper pines #mabel pines #dipper and mabel #stan pines #grunkle stan #ford pines #grunkle ford #pines family #pines twins #stan twins #wendy corduroy #soos ramirez #pacific northwest #fiddleford mcgucket #gideon gleeful #robbie valentino

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thelastspeecher · 3 months

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Stanuary '24 - Week 3: Fantasy & Memories

I'm doing my best to catch up! This takes place in my original Stanley McGucket AU, aka the one where Stan winds up working as a farmhand for the McGucket family after he gets kicked out of the house as a teen. And it's almost a bit of an accidental Fiddleford Friday, since Fiddleford is a big feature in it. Enjoy!

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The party ascended the long and winding staircase to the top of the tower. When they reached the door, Mudd gestured for Stabitha to pick the lock. The elf did so quickly. She went to push the door open. Mudd grabbed her arm. She was taller than him, but his orcish strength meant he could stop her before she did anything to alert the wizard.

“Let me,” he said softly. Stabitha scowled, disappointed, but stepped back. “And, uh, gimme one of your knives.”

“What? Why?” Stabitha asked. Mudd rolled his eyes.

“Just do it, okay?”

“I’ll be defenseless.”

“You’ve got at least six knives,” piped up the third member of the party, Bloom. Stabitha shot the half-elf a glare. “You’ll be okay without one.”

“Fine.” Stabitha slipped a dagger out of her boot and handed it to Mudd. Mudd grinned at her.

“Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

“Sure.” Stabitha’s tone made it clear she didn’t believe him. Mudd silently pushed open the door. The wizard was muttering under his breath as he went through a book. His back faced the door. Mudd’s grin widened. A perfect opportunity to attack. Mudd crept over to the wizard and roughly grabbed him. Before the wizard could do anything, Mudd raised the dagger and plunged it into-

“Roll fer attack.”

“Huh?” Stan asked, looking up at Fiddleford.

“‘Member when ya fought those goblins? Ya had to roll to see whether yer attacks landed or not,” Fiddleford said.

“Yeah, but those were moving targets,” Stan argued. “The wizard is less than a foot away from me and I’m holding him still!”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“What are the odds I won’t hit him?”

“Close to zero, but not quite there.” Fiddleford was maddeningly calm as he explained the gameplay. “There’s always the chance yer hand spasms or there’s a noise that startles ya or somethin’ else what makes ya drop the knife or miss.”

“Ugh. Fine.” Stan squinted at the dice in front of him. “Which ones do I…?”

“Those,” Angie said helpfully, pointing at two dice. Fiddleford was leaving for college tomorrow, so she, Stan, and Lute had been roped into playing his favorite game: Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons. Angie and Lute, though not fans of the game themselves, had played it to make their brother happy before, so they understood the game mechanics more than Stan, who was new to it.

“Got it.” Stan rolled the dice. He squinted at the numbers. “Uh…twenty-seven.” Fiddleford rolled some dice of his own behind the screen he was using to hide their opponents’ information. His supplies for Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons were some of the few items not yet packed. Stan would be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed that, the first time he was in Fiddleford’s bedroom, everything that gave the room personality was tucked away into bags and boxes.

“The dagger plunges into Probabilitor’s heart,” Fiddleford said. “Roll fer damage.”

“Damage? It’s in the guy’s heart! He’s dead!”

“It’s how the game is played,” Fiddleford said with a shrug.

“That one,” Lute said, pointing. Stan picked up the single die with a frown.

“Okay, I know you said wizards don’t have a lotta, uh, what is it called?”

“HP,” the McGucket siblings said together.

“Yeah. Wizards don’t have a lotta HP. But even with that, how am I gonna kill this guy?”

“You should’ve had me do it,” Angie said. She inspected her nails idly. “I get bonus damage when I use my knives.”

“How?”

“Class bonus, leveled up skills, magical bond with the daggers,” Angie said lazily. Stan raised an eyebrow at her. “Lute ‘n I told ya that we’ve played this before.”

“You’ve played a game you don’t like enough to level up?” Stan asked.

“We can’t exactly help Fidds with his robots,” Lute drawled. “Neither of us got any ability with technology. So’s this game is what we do when Fidds chooses siblin’ bondin’ time.”

“Are you ever goin’ to roll?” Fiddleford asked impatiently. Angie and Lute snickered. Stan rolled the single die. Fiddleford craned his neck to see the result. “Not too bad. Roll again.”

“Again?”

“The damage fer the dagger I gave ya requires rollin’ the same die twice,” Angie said.

“Oh.” Stan rolled again. Fiddleford nodded.

“Good. Good damage.”

“Is he dead?” Stan asked.

“No.”

“Dammit.” Stan sighed. “Is he gonna zap me with lightning or somethin’?”

“Let me-” Fiddleford started, looking down at his notes. Lute cleared his throat. Fiddleford looked at him. “Yes?”

“Angie ‘n I ain’t rolled initiative yet,” Lute pointed out.

“Good catch. Roll fer initiative, then,” Fiddleford said. Angie and Lute each rolled their dice. Fiddleford rolled something behind his screen. “Oof. Probabilitor didn’t roll too high.”

“Thirteen,” Angie said.

“Eleven,” Lute said.

“Yer move first, Angie,” Fiddleford said. Angie perked up excitedly. She moved her figurine to be next to Stan’s and the wizard’s.

“I take out two daggers and stab Probabilitor in the back with ‘em both!” Angie chirped.

“Roll fer attack.”

“Thirty.” Stan yawned, getting bored now that his character wasn’t doing anything. Lute was similarly disinterested, idly repeatedly rolling an extra die.

“Critical hit, then. Roll fer damage, and remember that crits ‘re more powerful.”

“Total damage of twenty-one,” Angie said with a smirk. Fiddleford cleared his throat. Stan and Lute looked at him.

“Probabilitor wheezes a faint cry, protesting that the odds were in his favor, not yours. As dark red blood blooms on his robes-”

“Sweet,” Stan muttered. Lute nodded in agreement.

“-he lets out a long, guttural gurgle. He collapses onto the floor of the tower room.”

“Great!” Stan said. “I loot the body.” Angie and Lute burst out laughing. Fiddleford chuckled as well.

“Yer goin’ to have to roll fer it,” he warned.

“Ugh. Never mind, then.”

“I guess we’re done,” Fiddleford said. “Unless the three of ya want to continue…” He unzipped a backpack next to him and pulled out a notebook. “I’ve got plenty of campaign ideas all written up!”

“Maybe try playin’ with yer roommate,” Lute suggested.

“Aaron graduated last year. I’ll have someone new this year.”

“Hopefully he likes graph paper games,” Stan said.

“Even if he doesn’t, there’s a club I can go to. It’s just inconvenient, since it’s in a buildin’ all the way across campus,” Fiddleford sighed. He began to gather the dice, figurines, and various pieces of paper.

“It’ll all work out,” Angie said cheerfully. Fiddleford ruffled her hair playfully.

“I’m sure yer right. Now, if you’ll excuse yourselves, I’ve got to finish packin’.” Angie, Lute, and Stan stood up. Stan followed the younger siblings out of the bedroom. “Close the door!” Stan did as he was told. In the hallway outside the room, Angie leaned against the wall, smirking at Stan.

“What’s with that look?” Stan asked.

“I think I know why ya decided to take charge ‘n stab the wizard instead of let someone else do it,” she said.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Stan said dismissively. “I wanted to get the thing over with. We were playing for two hours!” Angie shook her head.

“I think you were gettin’ into the game. You wanted to be the one to kill the wizard ‘cause you were havin’ so much fun.”

“That’s slander.”

“No, I think she’s right,” Lute said. “You enjoyed yourself!”

“You’re all delusional,” Stan scoffed. Angie and Lute chuckled.

“It ain’t a bad thing to have fun,” Angie said. “We ain’t exactly fans of the game, but we still have fun. Sometimes.”

“Fidds can get a bit partic’lar at times with that game,” Lute said. “That’s usually when it stops bein’ fun. Luckily, he didn’t do any of that today ‘cause he wanted some good mem’ries ‘fore he leaves. No good mem’ries would be made with him bein’ partic’lar.”

“He’ll be gone until Thanksgiving,” Angie said. “It’s important to have fond mem’ries to look back on while bein’ apart fer so long.” After a moment, Stan nodded.

“Yeah. Good point.” He crossed his arms. “And- I’m not gonna confirm or deny whether I had any fun-” Angie and Lute snickered. “-but either way, don’t expect me to play that game any time soon.”

“You won’t need to. Our other siblin’s play with Fidds durin’ Thanksgiving and Christmas,” Lute said.

“Oh.”

“Of course, I’m sure Fidds would be more ‘n happy to pull out the character sheet fer Mudd the orc barbarian if ya decide to play again,” Lute teased. Stan shoved him playfully.

“Nah. Fidds will just have to make do with today’s memories.”

#gonna get to work on week 4 tomorrow #so that I can get everything posted by the end of the month. fingers crossed!#Stanuary #Gravity Falls #Stanley Pines #Fiddleford McGucket #Angie McGucket #Lute McGucket #McGucket Family #Stanley McGucket AU #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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