#and garnet punches her on the arm with her gauntlet and they all laugh
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listen I bet bismuth pearl and garnet were SO close during the gem war i simply cannot stop thinking about their potential interactions
#their casual easy banter when bismuth returned you can’t tell me they hadn’t done this so many times before#to fall so easily back into it#bis would do so much with satirical traditional gem roles#during sparring matches like ‘careful garnet there’s two of you against one little pearl?’#and pearl is like ‘I’ll show you how dangerous ‘a little pearl’ can be!!’#and bis laughs and cheers for the renegade and when garnet loses she says ‘well G that proves you’re made for love not battle’#and garnet punches her on the arm with her gauntlet and they all laugh#just the silly sending up of gem roles!! having fun and making the point that they can all choose to do what they want#I can’t stop thinking about it I’m going feral#I just want good things for bismuth tbh#and who wouldn’t??#this is why I love bispearl like I bet bismuth never went easy on her#other gems would even if they hear about the renegade pearl they can’t help but go easier in training at first#but bismuth? she hears of the renegade pearl and she’s smitten#there’s no way she’s treating this brilliant amazing fighter like she’s fragile she’s going all out so pearl can do the same for her#god I’m obsessed with them
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Gem Glow Part 2
“You’ll never guess what’s happened!” Cried Steven, running through the door and up to Opal in total devastation. In his carelessness and grief it slammed shut with a loud bang, but he barely noticed.
She looked thoughtful for a moment as if trying to work out a worst case scenario. "Did an apocalypse come and wipe out almost all life on this earth?”
“No! Worse! Cookie Cats have been discontinued!”
Opal weirdly enough, didn’t look too saddened by his terrible news.
“Are those the biscuits that you like?”
“Opal!” Garnet suddenly called out, “Concentrate!”
Steven, in his grief, hadn't realised upon entering the house that Garnet and Opal had been a little busy before he’d come home.
Well maybe not a little busy per say. The place was infected by large cockroach like creatures, crawling and spitting everywhere, even up the walls. He watched as one climbed along the couch and attempted to bury itself in a pillow to hide from the annoyed Crystal Gems. Garnet managed to pick it up by it’s wriggly back legs before squishing it between her gauntlets effortlessly.
Steven knew this was the perfect time to try to summon his shield, so he squeezed his eyes shut, and thought shieldy thoughts. He felt nothing except a stomach ache, so he opened his eyes in defeat, only to find one of the bugs right in front of him, one thin leg brushing against Steven’s bare toes and looking like it was getting ready to pounce.
Before it could jump onto him, possibly killing him dead or messing up his T-shirt, one of Opal’s hands reached out and punched it. Her fist only hit its hard back, but she grabbed it and snapped the thing in half.
Steven watched as it poofed into thin air, leaving nothing behind and Opal went to find another to squish, but suddenly she stopped and looked at her hands as if in confusion. Steven was certainly confused.
She looked like she was about to call Garnet but she got distracted by another one coming towards her. She kicked it like a football, and the cockroach landed on it’s back where she simply stepped on it with no hesitation whatsoever.
“I feel like I’m forgetting to tell Garnet something,” she said to Steven, but Steven just shrugged. He didn’t know. She shrugged right back at him and tried to think. “It can’t have been too important then.” She hoped so anyway. She tried to laugh it off and went straight back into the battle of the cockroaches.
Steven continued to attempt to bring out his shield, now watching carefully for the bugs, really not wanting a repeat of what had just happened, but Opal and Garnet made quick work of the rest of them and the room was empty of any cockroaches (huge and monstrous or otherwise) before he managed to create anything even remotely shield like.
He sat on the couch dejectedly, wishing in the moment that he could have a delicious Cookie Cat to make him feel better, but alas the world did not smile upon him. It truly was a rainy day for poor Steven Universe.
“Steven,” said Garnet, interrupting his dramatic thoughts, “Please check the freezer for me. Let’s make sure nothing managed to get inside.”
Steven didn’t know how one of the bugs would have managed to do that but he supposed they’d managed to infest the house, so it wasn’t uncalled for to check so he obliged and opened the freezer and looked inside.
Only to find it stuffed full of Cookie Cats. He turned around in delight, to find Garnet and Opal, looking at him and smiling. “We heard about your Cookie Cats being cancelled, so we went around all the shops we could find and bought you as many as possible. Enjoy!” said Opal. She looked almost as excited as Steven, although it was mostly due to the happy look on his face.
“I bought them.” Garnet interrupted. “Opal picked them up and left the shop without paying.”
Opal blushed. “I forgot,” she murmured and Steven laughed and hugged her around the legs excitedly.
“The whole thing was my idea,” said Garnet, and Steven hugged her too. Opal opened her mouth, but then shut it without saying anything.
Steven looked at the treats and picked one up feeling delighted he would get to enjoy the Cookie Cat deliciousness for just that bit longer. As he looked at the pure heaven in his hands he began to sing along to the old ad jingle for Cookie Cats. You never forgot your favourite jingle.
Opal and Garnet smiled and laughed along and Steven grinned delightedly before opening the wrapper and taking a bite. He was in bliss. He was in love.
“I like to eat the ears first,” he remarked, but he didn’t get a response from either of the gems. He slowly opened his eyes and noticed they seemed to be staring at him expectantly. Steven was confused but then he looked down.
“My gem!”
Steven looked at the gem glowing again and tried to calm down. He’d already summoned his shield once, he could do it again! By some miracle, he kept calm enough and somehow manifested his shield and this time he didn’t let go of it, keeping it safe in his grip.
He looked at it properly now that it wasn’t flying around and he noticed that as well as being pink, there was a rose pattern on it. It was beautiful. Slowly, the shield dissolved into light and Steven’s gem stopped glowing. Garnet, in her excitement, picked Steven up and swung him around making him feel like he was flying through the air like a bird or a plane.
Opal looked happy too, but there was a touch of something else in her face, a sort of confusion to her happiness.
Steven didn’t mind. He was confused too. Maybe she just didn’t realise just how cool he would be when he could fight with the gems.
He was about to ask Garnet more questions (he had at least 52, but maybe he could whittle his list down to the 23 most important.) when Opal slapped her head and groaned. “I forgot to mention.” She sounded sheepish, “Remember those cockroaches? Well I noticed something whilst we were fighting them-”
What it was that she had noticed, Steven wasn’t able to find out, because at that moment a loud, low rumbling noise was heard and from the beach he heard the unpleasant sounds of screams of fear. He, Garnet and Opal rushed to the beach to see Jenny, Lars, Buck and Kiki all cowered behind a rock and one of those cockroaches, but easily twenty times bigger than the ones they’d been fighting before. This one was about the same height as Garnet, if not taller.
Steven almost panicked, but Garnet put a hand on his shoulder, “Steven.” She said, calming his nerves, “Go protect the humans. Lead them away if you can.” She turned to Opal, “You wanted to tell me something.” It wasn’t a question.
”I was going to tell you earlier, but we got distracted. The corrup-“ she glanced at Steven still standing there, “the creatures. They didn’t have gems. So I think there’s a mother gem somewhere.” She trailed off to look at the cockroach they were facing. “Or there.”
Garnet sighed. “You should have told me earlier, but I bare responsibility for not noticing. It doesn’t matter now. Steven. The humans.”
Steven ran over to the Cool Kids and Kiki who were still all behind the rock looking scared..
“Oh hey Steven.” said Jenny, noticing him, and trying to be friendly despite her fear. “What is that thing?” She went to gesture towards the cockroach but thought better of letting even her arm leave the relative safety of the rock.
“A giant cockroach.” he replied, “That’s what it looks like anyway. Maybe it has a real name.” He thought about asking the gems but he probably had bigger priorities right this second. “Garnet and Opal asked me to help you guys get to safety, so maybe we should get off the beach whilst they’re fighting it.” He suggested slightly shyly. The cool kids were just so.. cool.
“Sounds good to me.” said Kiki and no one disagreed so they all ran in the opposite direction as fast as possible with Steven following slightly behind, managing to keep up pretty well despite his much shorter legs.
Once they were off the beach, they all took a collective sigh of relief. “You wanna hang with us for a bit, Stevie?” asked Sour Cream. Steven thought about it: he really did want to, but in the end he had to shake his head.
“Maybe another time, I’d really love to, but I should really go help Garnet and Opal. It’s my duty as a Crystal Gem!” The Cool Kids didn’t really understand, but knew what it was like to have to help out family.
Sour Cream smiled, bending down for a high-five, “Nah we get it, duty calls. Have a good day.”
“Have a good day!” said Steven, returning the high-five before running back down to where Garnet and Opal were still fighting the creature. Opal stood a distance away, getting ready to shoot an arrow, and the cockroach took this separation of the gems to its advantage and went to take Garnet head on. Garnet was easily strong enough to handle it, but Steven still felt scared for her. He wished he could do something to protect them.
He felt his gem glow in his belly, feeling warm and somehow familiar, and all of a sudden he was holding his shield again. This time it felt much more natural in his hands. Like It really was a part of him. He stared at it for a moment, transfixed on the delicate carvings. He knew what he needed to do.
It took surprisingly little effort to fling it at the cockroach like a frisbee. It flew through the air, landing directly in the thing’s stomach before the weapon dissolved into bright light.
It didn’t do much more than knock it back slightly, but it was enough time for Garnet and Opal to use the slight advantage for all that they could. Steven tried to pull out his shield again, but found that he couldn’t. The warm glow was gone.
There was nothing more to do than watch Garnet and Opal make short work of the battle. They thought skillfully and in a weird way it was kind of beautiful to watch.
The cockroach poofed with a light similar to his shield, leaving nothing but a brownish coloured gem, similar to the ones Garnet and Opal had, which Garnet quickly bubbled and sent to the temple.
“You did well today, Steven,” said Garnet when they were back at the house. Steven was exhausted, but the gems still seemed full of energy. “We’re proud of you.”
“I only managed to summon it once though. I tried to summon it again but it didn’t work.” He tried not to feel insecure. He guessed it was pretty cool he could do it at all.
“It’s going to take practice and hard work, but I know you can do it Steven. You’re going to be great.” Garnet somehow had a way of saying things with such confidence it made Steven believe them like that.
“Aww thanks Garnet!” His cheeks turned red at the compliment.
“And don’t worry about Cookie Cats being discontinued. They could always make a return someday.”
The gem was an Enstatite. I thought the colours fit well and I liked the idea of giant bugs crawling over everything for some reason.
I’m challenging myself to bring this out of being completely stuck to canon by using different corruptions and creating different solutions to problems.
Before editing I wasn’t fully happy with this chapter, but it actually turned out better than I thought it would. Thank you to all that have enjoyed this so far, my next update should be on Friday unless I decide to post earlier out of sheer boredom.
#opal au#opal steven universe#steven universe#steven universe fanfiction#fanfiction#writing#one two three#opal su#pearlmethyst#alternate universe
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Snapped: Part 1 - Corruption
The faint sounds of waves crashing on the beach could be heard as the sound of singing and a guitar filled the air. Nearby was a blue and white checker board blanket covered with flowers, a picnic basket, juice boxes, jam jars and a cake box. On a nearby rock, Steven was nearing the end of his song as Connie watched on with joy as this is one of the loveliest things Steven had done for her, and considering all the college prep work she had been doing lately, they haven’t been spending much time together.
“I'd rather be me, with you...,” Steven sang as he sat his guitar down and jumped down from the rock.
“Steven, that song was amaz. Uh, what are you doing,” Connie asked, as Steven dropped to one knee.
“Connie, will you marry me,” Steven asked, pulling a glow stick bracelet, the thing that brought them together in the first place, out of a pocket from inside his jacket.
“What,” was all Connie could say as she was totally caught off guard by Steven’s proposal.
“I know you might think that I'm being romantic, but this makes perfect sense! For example, I don't know what you've been studying or doing, but Stevonnie would! We can go to college together and live the rest of our live together, like Garnet,” Steven rambled as his right eye started twitching a little because of how nervous he was.
“Steven, look, I really like being Stevonnie with you but I need to be my own person too. Just because Ruby and Sapphire have been doing it for thousands of years, doesn’t mean we should. Plus, we’re really young. This doesn’t change how I feel about you Steven, but it’s going to be a no,” Connie replied, hugging Steven tightly. Steven was sad that Connie had said no, he was assured by Ruby and Sapphire that this would work, but it didn’t and he didn’t know what to do. This was supposed to be a happy moment, but now it was a sad moment. His best friend had just rejected his feeling of love towards her. She could have said yes and they could have waited till they were older, but she flat out refused the offer. It wasn’t Steven’s fault tonight failed; it was Connie’s fault. This was supposed to be the most perfect night ever and she ruined it by rejecting him. The more he stood there thinking about it, the angrier he got. Steven then felt Connie release her hug as her alarm went off, signaling that her study break was over.
“Look, Steven, I need to get back to studying. I'll call you tomorrow at lunchtime and we can talk this over then,” Connie said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before heading towards Lion. Steven there unfazed by the kiss as he could feel his anger continue to boil as Connie just walked away.
“NO,” Steven screamed, as he turned pink while stomping his foot on the sand, creating an energy wave that formed a small crater. In the process of doing this, he had destroyed the guitar and all of the picnic supplies. Connie fell over as the wave hit her, right as she was about to hop on Lion.
“WE’RE NOT GOING TO WAIT TILL TOMORROW. WE’RE GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS RIGHT FUCKING NOW,” Steven shouted, as part of his head swelled and quickly deflated.
“Steven, what the hell is your,” Connie began to say as she got up and turned around, but quickly stopped as she saw Steven was swollen and glowing pink.
“Steven are you okay, your swelling and glowing pink,” Connie asked.
“THAT DOESN’T MATTER RIGHT NOW. WHAT MATTERS IS YOU THAT I OFFERED YOU MY HEART AND YOU REJECTED IT,” Steven shouted, clutching his head in agony as his body doubled in size then quickly returned to normal.
“Steven, please, can we talk about the marriage thing another time, I really think we need to get you to a hospital,” Connie pleaded again in hopes that Steven would go checked out.
“NO, NOW QUIT TRYING TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT,” Steven screamed as his right arm swelled as he punched the ground just inches from where Connie was standing. Steven started glowing brighter the angrier he got as the size of his body started changing at a more rapid pace. His eyes started turning pink with diamond pupils and back to normal in rapid succession. He was now starting to see butterflies surround him in masses. About that time Garnet came running around the corner.
“Oh no, I’m too late,” Garnet said with a shocked look on her face as she approached Connie and Steven.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE TOO LATE,” Steven shouted snapping around to face Garnet, glowing even brighter.
“I saw that this would happen. I saw that Ruby and Sapphire would encourage you to propose to Connie in every possible future, but also in 90% of the futures that I saw, Connie would reject your proposal,” Garnet explained as she walked towards Steven.
“YOU KNEW THAT SHE WOULD FUCKING REJECT ME AND YOU DIDN’T TRY TO STOP ME. THEN YOU’RE JUST AS GUILTY IN MY PAIN AND ANGER AS CONNIE FUCKING IS,” Steven screamed, the changes to his body size started picking up pace again.
“Steven you need to calm down and control your anger. Even if I had tried to stop you, there wasn’t a future where you didn’t propose to Connie, I’m sorry but this was inevitable,” Garnet said as she got closer.
Steven dropped to his knees while clutching his head as the pain grew stronger and he started glowing even brighter. He looking straight ahead when his vision began to fill with nothing but butterflies flying around him. He then felt something snap in his brain as he started laughing as the butterflies began flying faster and faster. Connie and Garnet start to slowly approached him, as his laugh grew more sinister. He then looks up towards the sky, laughing like a mad man, when suddenly the butterflies stopped and flew towards Steven, covering his whole body. Steven then let out a massive scream causing a strong wave of energy and sand to shoot out, knocking Connie and Garnet down and sent Lion flying towards the Ocean.
When the dust had settled, Connie and Garnet looked in horror as Steven’s form had changed. He was now standing up again and he was the same height as Garnet but with a body build that looked like Jasper’s. There was pink colored electricity sparking in the air around him. His hair was now longer and shaggier looking and his eyes were now pink with diamonds for pupils. His gem was no longer in the position of Rose Quartz as it had rotated back to that of Pink Diamond’s location. His clothes had changed as well, he was now wearing an outfit like Pink’s diamond outfit but more masculine. He now had on knee high black boots, pants that were a red violet color with hot pink diamond knee pads, with a chest piece that was rose in color, shoulder pads that were black and a pink midsection piece with a diamond shape cut out around his gem, and a red colored cape that was draped behind him to the his ankles that was wrapped around his neck.
“Stev..Steven,” Connie gasped, seeing the changes that had just happened. Steven didn’t even bother answering or looking at Connie as he looked up at the light house, raising a hand and firing a bubble, obliterating the light house. Connie and Garnet both watched in horror as a body fell within the rubble.
“Hahaha, this is wonderful. This power is amazing,” Steven said, as he laughed and created a hexagonal plate and fired it at a ship in the ocean causing it to explode on impact.
“STEVEN, STOP THIS RIGHT NOW,” Garnet shouted as she summoned her gauntlets. Steven quickly disappeared then reappeared right in front of Garnet, upper cutting her into the air. He then disappeared and reappeared above her, punching her back towards the ground, causing a crater to form on the beach. He slowly floated back down to the ground where Garnet was and grabbed ahold of both of her hands.
“You’re telling me to stop and yet you knew my marriage proposal was going to fail and didn’t try to prevent that at all. YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST ATTEMPTED TO STOP ME FROM GOING THROUGH WITH IT, BUT INSTEAD YOU DIDN’T AND NOW YOU’RE GOING TO GET YOUR PUNISHMENT FOR NOT,” Steven screamed as he started squeezing Garnet’s hands tighter, sparks of pink energy snapping around them as he shattered her gauntlets.
“Steven, please don’t do this. You won’t be able to return from this,” Garnet pleaded as her form started to glitch out as Steven squeezed harder.
“You’re right, there is no coming back, I don’t want to come back from this, the old Steven is dead,” Steven said as he started to crack Ruby and Sapphire’s gem.
“Farewell Garnet,” Steven calmly said as he shattered Ruby’s gem. Connie screamed in horror as she heard the shattering and saw Garnet defuse to just Sapphire and as Connie backed away towards the Beach House, she saw and the same thing happen to Sapphire.
Steven laughed maniacally as he looked at the shattered remains of Ruby and Sapphire in his hands. Steven was in love with this new power and he wanted more, scratch that he needed more. He began to look for Connie, when he saw her running into the Beach House.
“AMETHYST, PEARL, HELP,” Connie cried out as she entered into the house.
“Connie, what’s wrong,” Amethyst and Pearl cried out as they exited their rooms in the temple, having heard the commotion going on out.
“Steven’s gone insane. His look has changed and he, he, he…” Connie started to cry as the vision of Ruby and Sapphire demise played in her head again.
“HE WHAT, CONNIE,” Amethyst and Pearl screamed.
“He sha…tterd Ruby and Sapphire,” Connie said bursting into tears.
“HE DID WHAT,” Amethyst and Pearl shouted as Steven appeared behind them from thin air, causing Amethyst, Connie, and Pearl to jump back.
“I sure did, I crushed their gems in to tiny pieces,” Steven said as Amethyst and Pearl looked at him in horror as he dropped the broken shards of Ruby and Sapphire on the floor.
“Steven, how, how could you,” Pearl asked in a state of disbelief.
“Like this,” Steven said as he reached out and quickly grabbed Amethyst by the gem before she could even react. Pearl ran towards Steven as she summoned her spear, only the be swatted away by Steven.
“Steven, please don’t this. Whatever is going on with you, let us help you with it,” Amethyst pleaded as she tried to free herself, as Steven lifted her above his head.
“You all had a chance to help me but you ignored it. Me trapping my friends in a dome and nearly crushing them, quitting Little Homeschool, and not wanting to talk after Cactus Steven destroyed the house all should have been red flags but you all never pushed me to open up. You, Pearl, Dad, Connie, The Diamonds and Spinel are all responsible for this,” Steven spat, squeezing harder causing Amethyst started to glitch out. Amethyst began to cry as the pain got worse and worse.
Pearl watched as Steven continued to squeeze Amethyst’s gem until it shattered and Amethyst vanished. Steven turned to Pearl dropping the shards of Amethyst’s gem with Ruby and Sapphire’s gem. Pearl attempted to take this moment while his guard was down to attempt an attack on Steven again, but before she could strike him, he raised his arm and trapped bubble her.
“Pearl, always so feisty, I like that about you. So, I’ll give you two options instead of me turning you into dust. Option number one is you return to being a servant Pearl willingly or option number two is I take you to The Reef and I can rejuvenate you, your choice. Oh, and the timer starts now,” Steven said as the bubble around Pearl started shrinking as Pearl began poking the bubble with her spear.
“Choose quickly Pearl, times running out,” Steven said after thirty seconds. Pearl was still trying to pop the bubble as it shrunk around her. Seeing that it was going to be impossible to know, she responded they why Steven hoped she would.
“I’d rather be rejuvenated then willingly serve someone despicable as you,” Pearl defiantly said as she flipped Steven off.
“Aww Pearl, that would have hurt my feeling if I still had any feelings left. But hey that means I get to rejuvenate you the fun way,” Steven said chuckling. The bubble started to glow bright, then there was a bright flash in the interior of the bubble, leaving only Pearl’s gem left in the bubble. Connie had been watching as Steven had shattered someone who had basically been his sister and poofed the closes thing he had to a mother. After poofing Pearl, Steven turned and walked over to Connie.
“I’ll be back to deal with you later,” Steven said, before disappearing into thin air.
#EVIL STEVEN#steven universe#corruption#corrupted steven#steven universe au#diamond steven#alternate universe#steven universe alternate universe#connie mahaswaren#snapped#Chapter 1
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No Weapon?
Today felt... off.
Spinel continued to wash the glasses in the sink, washing the soap off of them and placing them in the dish rack as she continued to ponder. She didn't know why, but there was just... something she couldn't get off her chest. It like she was preparing for something... but what? Was it good? Not sure. Bad? Definitely not...
For some reason, she'd had this feeling since this morning when she woke and just... felt ready. But there wasn't anything planned today. Not even a mission.
No, it felt like something… big was going to happen today. It wasn' dread or excitement that she felt... but...
What was going to happen? Why was it going to happen?
"Spinel?"
Spinel yelped, her train of thought disintegrating as Steven looked up at her. She almost dropped the glass, clutching it in her hand as she relaxed. "Whoa Stevie, you almost made me jump out of my gem!"
Steven looked petrified, "S-Sorry!"
Spinel held a hand up, "It's alright, sweetie. I'm not gonna poof again. Uh, what'cha want?"
The boy anxiously pressed his index fingers together, "I just wanted to know... it's just... I'm sure you don't wanna talk about it but I really want to know."
Spinel tilted her head, "Know what, Stevie?"
Steven's head began to sweat a little, "Y-You know how the Gems have their weapons? Like… Pearl has her spear, Amethyst has her whip, and Garnet has the… fist-thingys!"
"You mean her gauntlets?" asked Spinel, wondering where he was going with this.
"Yeah!" proclaimed Steven before he calmed down, "So… what's your weapon? I've never seen it. Ever!"
Spinel froze. She was sort-of hoping Steven wouldn't ask this kind of question, even after all these years. It wasn't a secret she necessarily wanted to keep from him, but it was a bit too personal to tell him about the reason why she doesn't even have a weapon when the others do.
Steven could see the look on her face, "W-Wait! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked! I'm so-"
"No."
Steven stared up at her, "Huh?"
Spinel blinked calmly at him, "I… sorta knew you'd ask this sooner or later. Well, there's no time like the present." She placed down the half-washed glass and leaned against her arms on the counter. "Steven, there's… a more personal reason why I don't have a weapon."
Steven's eyes widened, "Really?"
Spinel nodded and continued, "You see, unlike Pearl, Amethyst, or Garnet, I wasn't originally designed to… fight, per say. I was actually made to entertain and surely an entertainer would be made with a weapon, would they?"
Steven shook his head.
"And, to be honest, I was never comfortable with a weapon. It's in my nature. Not to mention, my stretchy body is more than enough to protect you!" She playfully ruffled his dark curly hair, causing him to laugh. "Besides, what kind of weapon would I have?"
Steven pressed a finger to his cheek in thought and something came up, "Maybe like a hammer! Or a scythe!"
Spinel's eyes widened. The idea of a hammer slightly intrigued her, but a scythe? Something about that didn't sound right. The thought of her swinging a sharp weapon around, slicing the monsters or rebels in her path… it made her shiver.
"M-Maybe a hammer then," She hastily agreed, not wanting to Steven to worry about what she was thinking.
They became awkwardly silent for a moment, with Steven clutching the edge while laying his body on the counter. Spinel subconsciously washed the glass and placed it with the other glasses.
"So…" She mumbled, "Is there anything else you wanna say?"
Steven peered up, "O-Oh, I just wanted permission to go to the Big Donut. I wanted to get some Cookie Cats!"
Spinel blinked and laughed, "Oh yeah, those are your favorite! Alright, you can go. Do you have your money?"
Steven pulled the $10 out of his pocket. Spinel smiled, seeing how responsible Steven was, even if he was still naive.
"And uh… make sure Lars doesn't make fun of you," She quickly told him, thinking back to Lars, an older kid who worked at the donut shop. Lars just really rubbed her off the wrong way, especially when Steven was around. She almost felt sorry for Sadie.
"Now, off you go. Love you!" She called out to him as he opened the screen door.
Steven waved back to her, "Love you too!" And he left, singing the Cookie Cat theme song.
Spinel laughed softly before she paused and the feeling of something big happening hit her like a Quartz soldier's fist. She wasn't sure if she should be scared or excited…
A loud hiss broke her thoughts as a large black and green creature hopped in front of her, the eyeball in its jaws staring her down. Instinctively, she punched it away and it poofed without a gem, much to her confusion.
"Spinel! The Centipeetles have broken in!" yelled Garnet, along with Pearl and Amethyst fighting the same kind of monsters as she did. Instantly and nodding to the others, she enlarged her fists and, rushing out into the living room, slammed a Centipeetle down, poofing it into oblivion.
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Steven Universe Comic Fusion Frenzy (2019) - Outline & Review
Steven Universe: Fusion Frenzy is a mega issue with five separate stories that each focus on a different Fusion from the show. It's available digitally from ComiXology in the States and from Boom Studios and your local comic shop.
There are four covers for this one: two are by artist Nathalie Fourdraine and they connect together to make a single picture, while a third rarer variant is by Abigail L. Dela Cruz, and then there's a Wondercon exclusive by Alexandra Lillie.
The five stories feature Stevonnie, Garnet, Smoky Quartz, Opal, and Sugilite. And though, as per usual with comics, these cannot be taken as "show canon," they all show us experiences and perspectives we've really wanted to see with these Fusions! Except for Garnet--who speaks so rarely about her experience despite her everyday presence--we don't get to spend much time with any of these others, and it's so much fun to get a peek at these comic authors' and artists' ideas of what it would be like.
This is a review of each story, with an illustrated plot description and a list of notable items.
STEVONNIE: "When the Light Breaks," written by Anthony Oliveira and illustrated by Ver.
Plot:
Garnet tells a story about the "dangerous side of fusion"--meaning that when you stand for who you are and what you believe in, you become a target, and you must be prepared to deal with that ugly side of it.
Stevonnie, after training, unfuses into Steven and Connie to attend a parade. It appears to be a celebration of love, with many rainbows and confetti. The Gems discuss how they really haven't been too active in these celebrations (though Garnet MAAAY have thrown rocket punches during one in the past because "love is a riot"). Garnet's narration continues to tell us that Homeworld was always against the diversity that Earth celebrates.
Steven and Connie are very excited, but then an attack begins. A monster appears--it’s an attacker that was used by Homeworld to separate Fusions, but it's also corrupted--and it looks like a Gem destabilizer. Garnet's narration encourages those who are attacked for how they love or identify to "learn together, grow together, laugh together, and endure together."
The monster is able to unfuse Garnet, but Steven and Connie quickly fuse into Stevonnie and protect them. They are able to attack the monster and get its Gem. A rainbow appears after the battle clouds clear.
Notable:
1. The narration talk bubbles are so cute--not only color-coded, but identified by the symbols for who's talking. Garnet's are decorated with both her Gemstones at the bottom right corner, while Stevonnie's has a star.
2. "Never forget how much bravery it takes to love each other"--what an incredible quote.
3. Uncle Andy is chilling in Greg's van during the parade. He looks kinda uncomfortable.
4. So many Beach City regulars are visible doing their thing during the parade!
5. Steven sticks his head into Lion's portal and comes out of Lars's head just to share some confetti with them. It's one of those things that's just too convoluted to explain if you don't already know what you're looking at.
6. Interesting that the destabilizer effect seems to just separate the Fusions instead of poofing them the way the modern destabilizer does in “The Return.”
GARNET: "The Gauntlet," written by Jy Yang and illustrated by Doki Rosi.
Plot:
Steven and Connie are achy after fusion training and complaining about why it's so hard. Garnet--who's baked them cookies--is happy to give her perspective.
The art style melts into a more colorful, whimsical depiction of Garnet's days as a new Fusion, when she was pink and blue and innocent. She loved her early days learning about being a Crystal Gem with Rose and Pearl, but she wasn't given all the time she needed to learn about herself. There was a war going on.
Rose urges Garnet to run and hide, but she feels so weird running away and leaving her friends to fight the battle. Ruby had always been a soldier, after all, and Sapphire's ability lets Garnet predict where her help (and her failure to help) all led to different futures. When she realizes the soldiers are Blue Diamond's, looking for HER, she knows she has to fight.
Garnet unfuses, and when she comes together again, she has her more modern look, with a more consistent color and her visor in place. She confronts the soldiers and identifies herself as a Crystal Gem, standing up for who she is. Back in the present, telling the story, Garnet admits she didn't exactly "kick butt" at first, but she emphasizes that what's important is doing the right thing when it matters.
Notable:
1. Garnet in an apron, baking cookies (which she did in the episode "Warp Tour") is super cute. Her smiley style in this artist's depiction is really interesting!
2. The art style of the flashback is not exactly the same as the show's version of the same thing, but it is absolutely successful at being reminiscent of it. It's so soulful and expressive!
3. In one of Garnet's visions of a battle, we see Pearl fighting a Hessonite. Wow, cool.
4. This comic seems to imply that unfusing and re-fusing can create a new permanent form, and that Garnet got her more recognizable look (including the visor) during this time, but as of this writing we still haven't been told in the show canon when Garnet started wearing her visor and when she stopped looking like cotton candy.
SMOKY QUARTZ: "The Art of Friendship," written by Steve Foxe and illustrated by Xiao Tong Kong.
Plot:
Steven and Amethyst are fighting a pretty stubborn corrupted Gem, and they decide to fuse since Smoky Quartz's yo-yo is perfect for this battle. They have to think fast to stop an innocent bystander from getting injured in the battle, and it turns out to be Amethyst's old pal Vidalia.
Vidalia is immediately enchanted, thinking Smoky is basically just a weird shapeshift of Amethyst's since that's what she's used to, and she invites Smoky to be her model for a painting the way Amethyst used to in the old days. Smoky quickly becomes uncomfortable with Vidalia's reminiscing, because she's treating them like they're just Amethyst, the Gem who has a history with her. Steven doesn't have that history, and neither does Smoky.
Vidalia invites Smoky out for a day of partying "like they used to," and Smoky reluctantly accepts. No matter how many times Smoky reminds Vidalia that those memories belong to her history with Amethyst and Smoky is NOT just a different version of Amethyst, Vidalia keeps using the wrong name, ignoring the commentary, and making assumptions. Finally, in the pizza shop, Smoky unfuses out of frustration that Vidalia doesn't want to hang out with THEM and won't listen. Vidalia finally gets the message and pledges to do better.
Finally, Vidalia has Smoky model for her and this time she treats them like they're really someone she hasn't met before. She listens to Smoky's stories of beating Jasper, hanging out with Sardonyx, and showing Greg yo-yo tricks. They've finally bonded over who Smoky actually is, and Smoky likes Vidalia's portrait of them.
Notable:
1. Smoky's puns. Aiiii. "'Eye' bet you weren't ready for me!" *groan*
2. Fusion is a very specific thing that isn't exactly "like" anything in human life, but the parallels in this comic to misgendering are really interesting. Not only does Smoky exist as "sort of" a version of the person Vidalia knew BUT NOT REALLY--Vidalia also has to dispense with some outdated beliefs and perspectives so she can really know who this person is. It's great.
3. This art style looks really, really cool on Smoky! They're not quite as roly-poly-looking as in the cartoon, but they're consistently bigger than most people and the third arm looks great.
4. When Amethyst and Steven briefly unfuse to show Vidalia that Smoky is a Fusion of two people she knows, the effect is just like it was when Amethyst and Steven unfused for the first time in the Kindergarten during the episode "Earthlings"--Amethyst was glowing and diffuse, but Steven isn't. I love that that detail was mirrored here.
5. Steven is happy to fuse with Amethyst and model for Vidalia, but he's worried he'll have to visit Onion's room again. Yeah, that was traumatic. Heh, great callback.
6. Smoky tells some familiar stories to Vidalia at the end (beating Jasper, interacting with Sardonyx and her room), but then another one that's unfamiliar is added: Greg freaking out at first but enjoying Smoky's yo-yo tricks. Interesting! I'd like to see Greg meet Smoky, though he hasn't gotten to yet in the show. (Smoky also says "our yo-yo tricks," which is interesting since it's not exactly singular speaking, but that's not out of the ordinary for certain Fusions.)
OPAL: "Winging It," written by Nicole Andelfinger and illustrated by Mollie Rose.
Plot:
Pearl and Amethyst are after a flying Centipeetle, and they're having their typical trouble working together to catch it--not to mention Amethyst's saltiness over having to miss Taco Tuesday. Amethyst's noise attracts the attention of bats who are a nuisance that gets in their way of trapping the Centipeetle.
They're not fast enough to catch the Centipeetle by themselves, but then they realize their Fusion, Opal, would be able to move faster and might have the skills to capture it. Pearl and Amethyst fuse.
Opal's superior height, dexterity, and grace make it simple to catch the flying Centipeetle. She does it almost effortlessly, without saying a word.
But then Opal gets curious and opens her hands a little to look at the Centipeetle she caught, and it screeches, disturbing the hordes of bats. They quickly poof the Gem, unfuse, and go on their way--with Amethyst enjoying the idea of getting her tacos after all.
Notable:
1. Amethyst's griping about tacos is adorable. It's so her.
2. Really nice to see Opal. She looks pretty cool in this style.
3. I think it's funny that Opal doesn't speak in the comic. Some people joke that Opal is so rarely on the show because they can't get the guest voice actor back, but I think it's cool that this comic took a cue from what they actually do in the show and have her make a brief, action-packed, silent appearance.
SUGILITE: "An Overdue Conversation," written by Sarah Gailey and illustrated by Maurizia Rubino.
Plot:
A really big corrupted Gem needs to be taken down, and though Steven believes Sugilite is the obvious solution, Pearl has AGGRESSIVE objections to bringing Sugilite back.
Pearl's argument is that Sugilite is uncontrollable and leaves Garnet and Amethyst in bad shape when they unfuse. She doesn't want to even consider using Sugilite for the mission, and suggests Sardonyx instead, but everyone else wants Sugilite. Amethyst points out that Pearl doesn't have much business talking about her nature since she's never been Sugilite.
Steven invites Amethyst and Garnet to tell them about what that feels like for them. Amethyst loves the chance to not be held back by anything, and Garnet finds it a relief to be impulsive instead of thoughtful sometimes, though she has reservations about ignoring her calm side. When Garnet says fusion isn't supposed to feel like that, Amethyst takes ownership of why their Fusion goes wrong, and Garnet assures her it's just as much her responsibility. They decide to try to respect the different parts of themselves and try being Sugilite on the mission.
Sugilite ends up fighting the large corrupted Gem, and enjoys herself immensely. They capture the Gem, but then Pearl is fully ready to have to fight Sugilite to get her to unfuse or not unleash her anger at another target. But instead, Sugilite is happy that they saw her do a good job and peacefully unfuses.
Amethyst and Garnet learned to listen to each other better, and they had a much more satisfying fusion experience--with a promise of next time!
Notable:
1. Most of Pearl's irritation over including Sugilite is, of course, referring to the events of "Coach Steven." Interestingly, Pearl makes no reference to the last time they saw Sugilite, who was the choice Garnet resorted to when Pearl did something horrible in "Cry for Help.”
2. Steven having issues with getting tangled in his sweater and suggesting cocoa was really adorable.
3. Pearl is really being a jerk in this one. I realize she's traumatized by the last time she fought Sugilite and that she has a low opinion of her, and it’s true she has had to clean up their mess before, but Steven's right there listening to her talk crap about someone he loves. She at least could've expressed her reservations without actually telling Steven to get ready for a fight against their own teammate. But that's Pearl for ya.
4. Sugilite being satisfied that Steven saw her kick butt is very her. She was all about showing off for Steven during "Coach Steven," and seemed very disappointed and angry when she found out no one had seen her wrecking the Communication Hub.
REVIEW:
My favorite was the Smoky Quartz comic, which is probably pretty weird for this Garnet nerd, but Garnet’s was my second favorite, and I honestly really did love all of them! The message in the Stevonnie comic was powerful, and I love how even though fusion is a science fiction concept, it allows so many parallels with facilitating lessons about self-love, love that requires bravery, being different, identity acceptance and allyship, teamwork, and various types of intimate relationships (not just romantic love).
I thoroughly enjoyed this collection--not just because I love seeing these Fusions, but because the writing said something worth hearing. ALL THE STARS!!!
[SU Book and Comic Reviews]
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Two Roses from different Vines
(A/N: As thanks to @carlottastudios for her gift to me a few days ago, this will be my gift to her. Linden, Summer, and Fawn belong to her, hope you guys enjoy. Merry Christmas, Carlotta!)
Linden: Wait, so my mom married Uncle Jaune in this universe?
Garnet: Uh-huh, so who did my dad end up with in yours?
Linden: Aunt Weiss.
Garnet, in disbelief: Shut the front door, what?!
Linden: Well don’t look at me, dude! That’s just how stuff happened in my universe.
Garnet: Dang...that’s trippy.
Linden: Not as trippy as my dad crushing Aunt Penny in this world...
Garnet: Hey, it’s working out at least. So I take it Uncle Whitley didn’t marry Auntie Yang?
Linden: Nope! Uncle Neptune!
Garnet: *leans back* Wow...
Linden: Well, enough of that, got any siblings???
Garnet: Two, only boy, sisters, Blossom and Citrus, you?
Linden: Little brother Fawn and adoptive sister Summer. Mom and dad-er, Uncle Oscar in your case, found in her in the woods being chased by Grimm, they took her in and she’s been with us ever since. I also...have a crush...on her... *the tan skinned boy blushes and looks away*
Garnet: ...huh.
Linden: It’s not incest if we’re not related!!!
Garnet: *raising arms in mock surrender* Woah, dude, chill out, I wasn’t saying that at all. Just got me by surprise.
Linden: Oh, sorry. It’s just that Fawn teases me about it a lot, gets annoying really quick. What about you guys, any crushes?
Garnet: *blushing and rubbing the back of his head* Uuuhhh wellll, that’s a long story...or two. My first crush was Olivia, daughter of Grandma Glynda and Grandpa Oz, we were pretty steady until we just...lost the spark, I guess, but we’re still close! Next was Jade, and from her name you can probably guess who he parents are.
Linden: Wait, let me think! *concentrates, then claps hands* Emerald and Mercury!
Garnet: *snaps fingers* Bingo. We were great but a little rickety, as in she was very pushy and pressured me to do a lot of stuff. We eventually did something that will go down in out universes’ history as the “Remnant Rampage,” Long story short; don’t leave a bunch of teens unattended while your parents are away from home. Then there was Gabriel, and he turned out be a piece of shit so I cut him off from my life.
Linden: You were a little “bi-curious” too?
Garnet: Heh, yeah, that was a weird point in my life, but it was fun.
Linden: Wow. Summer...doesn’t know what she is, all she knows is that she likes me, so she calls herself “Lindensexual,” genius name I know. Fawn is a bit of a ladies man, been around Qrow a whole lot so that’s a thing now.
Garnet: Pffft, ha! That’s awesome, Blossom is being super crushed on by Aunt Weiss and Uncle Neptune’s youngest son, Nikolas. She denies she has any feelings for him and shuts down any attempts at him trying to woo her over. Citrus is an odd case as she didn’t love anyone until she met Kain, oldest child of Cinder.
Linden: Saywhatnow?????
Garnet: What?
Linden: Er, nevermind, didn’t realize she’s alive in this universe.
Garnet: What went down in yours...?
Linden: Let’s put a pin in that and say it’s a long story with crazy details.
Garnet: Oooookay? Oh, are Grimm still a problem in your world?
Linden: Not really, they’re on a decline and Hunters are having no need for jobs anymore, though some of my friends still want to be ones later on in life, counter-intuitive as it sounds.
Garnet: So you don’t have a weapon?
Linden: Nuh-uh!
Garnet: Pssh, lame...
Linden, defensive: Hey!!!
Garnet: All I’m saying is you’d look cool with a scythe like mom, Silver Eyes alone ain’t going to protect you! Hell, my scythe is also an oodachi, a broadsword in base form, and a Dust powered railgun, and I have gauntlets that shoot Dust rounds, boots with hidden knives, and a glock.
Linden: Someone’s extra, and at least I wear something more practical...
Garnet: Well you gotta be prepared in my universe, Grimm are one the rise more than ever, are taking new forms or evolving, and new ones are popping up too! And what’s wrong with long coats, they’re cool! Cloaks are outdated anyways.
Linden: Lies and slander!!! Why are wearing you coat like that anyways? One sleeve on and one not doesn’t seem very battle ready...
Garnet: *he freezes and his alter-universe friend points out his strange attire. He glances to his right arm, a look of apprehension and fear, trying to piece together an answer* It’s...a really really...really long story...
“One of how you almost tossed your worthless life away, boy? Go ahead and tell him, I’m sure he’d love to hear it!”
*Garnet punched his shoulder, angered at the voice of the eldritch hydra-like beast making its home in his right limb. “Shut you damn mouth you freaking parasite!” he said firmly in his head*
Linden: What the hell was that about?!
Garnet, snapping back to reality: Nothing, nothing! Just zoned out for a bit.
Linden: Okay then......
Garnet: You come from a great universe, Linden. I wouldn’t be envious of mine is all I’m saying.
Linden: Noted, and you come from a good one too. Though you could stand to have a break.
Garnet: Tell me about it!
*The boys share a laugh between themselves, finding commonality and distinction to their respective worlds. One things for sure, they wouldn’t mind meeting each other again!*
#rwby#carlottastudios#rwby ocs#rwby lancaster#rwby rosegarden#lancaster kids#rosegarden kids#garnet rose-arc#blossom rose-arc#citrus rose-arc#linden rose-pine#fawn rose-pine#summer rose-pine#merry christmas carlotta!#hope I got linden's personality right and hope this was a good read!!!
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What now? Chapter 3
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT", Ragnarok yells as he starts beating on Crona's head
"Ow, OW, OW, RAGNAROK. PLEASE OW STOP", Crona cries as the punches knocks him to the sand. Ragnarok then proceeds to push Crona's head deeper in the sand with both of his hands. Crona is trying to get up by doing a push up position by pushing himself up. Connie immediately grabs one of Ragnarok's arms and starts pulling on it
"HEY. STOP", she yells as she pulls on Ragnarok's right arm but Ragnarok pushes her away with said arm and returns back to showing Crona's head to the sand but now Crona is close to getting back up.
"Oh no you don't", Ragnarok says angrily as he pushes Crona's head back to the sand
"hhmmhhm", Crona squirms as he struggles to breath.
"THIS TIME YO- WHAT THE!", Ragnarok yells as suddenly he finds himself tied all tied up. He turns his head but all he saw was a foot as he was kicked in the face knocking him out. His body slumps to the sand. Crona lifts himself up and turns around to see Garnet and Amethyst. Garnet had a disdain look as she looks at Ragnarok's unconscious body.
"That should keep him down for a while", she says. Garnet then walks over to Connie, who watched the whole event. "Are you okay?", Garnet asks
"I'm okay", Connie responds. Garnet then turns to Crona, looking at him with her casual look and crossing her arms before looking at Ragnarok's unconscious body
"Is he always like this?", Garnet asks without even looking at Crona
"ye-yes", Crona responds quietly and Garnet looks at Crona
"So why was he showing your head to the sand", Garnet asks but it sounded like she's demanding what goings on
"Be-because he blames me for ge-getting us here", Crona stutters and Garnet adjust her visors
"I see", she says and then looks back on Ragnarok, still unconscious, and look at how he's connected to Crona's back. Garnet gives an uncomfortable look and shivers a bit and looks at Crona again. "Why is he connected to you", she asks gently. Crona's lips closes and his eyes widen and starts to shiver. Garnet notice how uncomfortable and decides not to ask him again. Amethyst walks closer to Ragnarok and looks at him with curiosity as Ragnarok still hasn't move.
"Yo Garnet", Amethyst call and Garnet looks over to her, "I think you killed him", she says
"no he's fine", Garnet responds casually as Ragnarok starts to moan in pain
"Nevermind", Amethyst says as Ragnarok lifts his body up. As he got up he notices the whip around his body and growls after seeing both Amethyst and Garnet and an anime tick mark form on his head
"WHICH ONE YOU BIT- MHPHM", Ragnarok couldn't finish his sentence as Garnet covers where Ragnarok's mouth is with her right hand and looks at him with a threatening look on her face.
"Swear one more time", Garnet then lifts her left arm and forms her gauntlet, "and I'll make sure you won't be getting back up", she threaten. Ragnarok gulps and nods his head up and down in agreement. "Good everyone back to the house", she says and Crona starts walking to the stairs with amethyst follows him as her whip is still tied to Ragnarok. As Garnet was about to go up the stairs, she is stopped by Connie
"Just how hard would you hit him the next time?", Connie asks and Garnet just smiles
"Don't worry he'll be fine", Garnet assures her and she and Connie go back to the beach house. Once everyone is back inside, Amethyst removes her whip from Ragnarok. Finally being freed Ragnarok was about to punch something until he saw Garnet staring at him and he immediately whistle as if he was acting all innocently. Garnet, Pearl, and Amethyst got together in a circle and huddle up
"Garnet what should do with those two?", Pearl asks as she looks over at Crona and Ragnarok. Crona looking nervous while Ragnarok just doesn't care and rest his shoulder on top. Pearl returns back to the circle and the Gems continue talking. Crona just watches as he nervously grabs his left arm. He didn't know what there saying but he hope its nothing bad.
"um Crona?", Crona thoughts came to a halt and looks to see Steven and Connie standing next to him, "Are you okay?", Steven asks
"uh yeah I'm j-just thinking", Crona responds in a low tone while looking down. Ragnarok notices and laughs at Crona's nervousness causing Steven and Connie look at Ragnarok
"What's so funny?", Connie asks
"Just the way this pussy acts when he's with other people", Ragnarok says causing Steven to look at him strangely
"What does pussy mean?", Steven asks causing Crona and Ragnarok to look at him oddly while Connie eyes were wide open, she then turns to Steven
"IT MEANS CAT", she says on impulse
"really?", Steven says and looks at Crona and then at Ragnarok. "Why do you call him a cat?", Steven asks Ragnarok. Ragnarok just stares at Steven for a a few seconds before bursting out laughing
"HAHAHAHA. Oh wow. hahahaha man you really don't know what that means hahaha" Ragnarok laughs but calms down before talking again. "Well I might as well tell you what it means", he says
"No you won't", the four turn to see the Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl standing in front of them. Garnet especially is standing much more closer and is looking at Ragnarok with stern look. "You are not going to teach Steven any of those words", she warns and Ragnarok chuckles while looking away. Pearl walks up and looks at Crona. "So Crona were going to ask you some questions", she says
"uh yeah i-i'll try", Crona responds
"first question can you explain why Ragnarok can form into a sword?", Pearl asks
"he's a demon weapon", Crona responds
"Can you explain what is?", Pearl asks and before Crona responds Ragnarok spoke before he did
"It means I can transform into a sword like I did earlier bird face", Ragnarok rudely comments earning him an angered look from Pearl but she refrains herself from doing anything harsh. Pearl calms down and returns to questioning Crona
"Well is he the only one who can transform into a sword?", she asks
"N-no there's other people who transform into different types of weapons", Crona responds in a quiet voice
"yeah like scythes, guns, and all other types of weapons", Ragnarok butts in
"That's quite interesting", Pearl says, "Now can you explain what you meant by eating souls?", Pearl asks but Crona starts to get a little bit nervous. He didn't want to answer that question but Ragnarok spoke
"I eat souls", he says earning everyone him a concerning look from Connie and Steven while the Gems where confuse
"Whats a soul?", Amethyst
"Its w-what everyone has", Crona responds quietly but enough for everyone to hear
"Think of it like your Gems stones but its invisible and its an important part to a person", Connie says and the Gems focus their attention to Connie, "My parents told me about as a little kid", she says
"Yeah Connie told me about it", Steven adds. With all that the Gems now look back at Crona with a much more suspicious look in their faces as they look at Ragnarok and Crona.
"Y-y-you see", Crona stutters but couldn't get the right words out but Ragnarok spoke up
"Don't worry about, only eat evil souls", he says nonchalantly. Crona knows that Ragnarok was lying but chose not to say anything because he'll beat him up again
"Wait how do you get the souls in the first place?", Pearl asks
"They were already dead so we just find it and I store it in my body", Ragnarok lies
"It's t-true", Crona says, he knows he has to go along with what Ragnarok is saying although Crona didn't understand why Ragnarok just tell them the truth after all its nor-
"Crona?"
Crona's thoughts came to a halt as he looks at Pearl, "you look a bit lost? Something wrong?", she asks
"No", Crona mumbles quietly but loud enough for Pearl to hear
"Well alright I have one more questions for you", Pearl says
"Ok w-what is it?", Crona asks
"The two questions are why is Ragnarok in your body or like you told us earlier, why is he your blood?", Pearl asks while moves her head to her right while standing on her toes to get a better look to see how Ragnarok just being connected to Crona's body. Meanwhile Crona just stood there not saying a word. He looks down not wanting to look at anyone. His body shakes and if anyone saw his face, they would have seen how worried he is. "Crona are yo-"
"Pass", Crona says on impulse. With his lifted everyone saw how nervous he was getting. Pearl took a step backwards seeing how he is, she decides not to question Crona futher. Pearl looks up at Ragnarok only to see him looking away and not saying any of his rude remarks. Steven got closer to Garnet and starts whispering to her
"This isn't going well", he whispers and Garner nods in agreement. Garner then walks towards Crona and puts her hand on his shoulder
"Just relax. You dont have to answer anymore questions right now", she assures him and she walks him to the couch and he sat. Garner then walks towards everyone else and they huddle together in a circle. Crona just watched and sat in a fetal position as he waits for them to finish talking. Ragnarok on the other hand was getting bored and starts to pull on Crona's nose
"ow, ow stop it", Crona whines
"I'm bored. I'm getting sick and tired of waiting for them to stop talking and just say something already!", Ragnarok says
"I'm p-pretty sure t-t-there almost done a-and they'll help us", Crona says while not looking at his weapon partner
"They better helps us faster", Ragnarok spats out while returning back to bully Crona. Unbeknownst to the two, the Gems, Connie, and Steven were looking at the whole commotion and the look of their faces they were getting tired of Ragnarok's actions
"Amethyst", Garner says
"I'm on it", Amethyst says as she took out her whip. Ragnarok notices and immediately stops bullying Crona and puts his hands behind his back. Looking away and whistles like nothing ever happened. The Gems, Steven and Connie then walk over to the two so that they can explain to them what they discuss
"Well you two we have some unfortunate news", Pearl says with an uncomfortable look on her face
"W-what is it?", Crona asks nervously
"You see we can't help you two", she states leaving Crona shock in disbelief. He thought that they could help him and Ragnarok get back to his world. He tightens his grip on his legs and buries his face to his knees. His body starts to shake as he doesn't know what to do. "Why did this happen?" , he thought as his eyes start to water until he feels someone gently tugging his robe.
"Hey its alright", Crona looks to see Steven holding on to his robe, "We decided that you two can stay", Steven says with a smile.
"R-r-really b-but", Crona stutters
"Heck well take that offer", Ragnarok butts in
"So Crona what do you say?", Steven asks. Crona at first doesn't respond but at first he didn't respond, he looks down and doesn't know how to respond. He though of how it wouldn't be right to stay here but right now he didn't have much of a choice so he looks back at Steven.
"o-o-okay. I-i-i'll stay", Crona responds weakly. Steven smiles at his response
"Great so why don't me and Connie give you guys a tour of Beach City", Steven offers
"hum o-okay", Crona says
"Alright come on lets show you right now", Connie says. Steven and Connie grab Crona's hands to get him up from the couch and led him to the door. Once the children left the Gems facial expression turns serious
"So Garnet what you said about them", Pearl says with a worried expression oh her face, "that he's a force fusion?", she finish
"I believe so", Garnet says, "but let him tell us but right now lets hope those two won't be any trouble for Steven and Connie", Garnet states
"Who knows maybe they'll be fun", Amethyst says with a mischievous smile earning her a glare from Pearl, who hopes that Amethyst won't cause any misdeeds with Crona and Ragnarok.
#soul eater crona#steven universe#connie maheswaran#crystal gems#crossover#fanfic#reminds i got to finish chapter 4 now
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A Father's Love
Deep Space (Unknown Time)
It had been a grueling past few weeks since…it happened. Steven, Dipper, Mabel, and the Gems had gone through a gauntlet of hardships in their reverse-engineered Gem ship to complete their mission: find Comet. The boy—Steven and Connie’s boy—had been abducted by their old enemies: Aquamarine and Topaz.
The old Mystery Kids and CGs thought they’d seen the last of them years ago, but they made a surprise attack on Earth for revenge against Steven. Their original plan had been to simply shatter Steven for his crimes against the Diamond Authority, but they were forced to settle with abducting his son.
Steven had been tempted to bring Connie along for the ride, but if anything happened on the mission, he needed to make sure their daughters would be safe. The night before he left, he said that he would be bringing Comet home and that he loved them all more than anything. Although, Connie went the extra mile to give him a proper farewell later that night—a memory that gave him even more incentive to return.
Dipper had done something identical with Pacifica and their daughters, but Mabel made sure to keep Tyrone safe with Greg, Stan, and Ford. The Pines twins were more than ready to follow Steven to bring Comet back, knowing that he would’ve done the same if it had been any of their kids that were abducted. The Gems hardly needed convincing either, but Lapis and Peridot stayed behind once again to keep Gravity Falls safe until they came back.
As the crew did their respective duties, Dipper finally got a signal on one of the ship’s instruments, the one they’d been waiting for since the mission began.
“Guys, check it out!” Dipper exclaimed as the rest of the group instantly gathered around him.
“What is it, Dipper?!” Steven asked frantically.
“It need it to be good news. I want to punch that little blue clod’s face after what she did,” Amethyst said gruffly.
“Not before I drive my spear through her gem,” Pearl added similarly.
“Or before I break both Topazes’ gems,” Garnet said darkly as she cracked her knuckles.
“No one messes with our boy,” Mabel said as she violently cocked her old grappling hook.
“It’s the best news ever guys. I know which planet he’s on,” Dipper said eagerly as he armed himself with one of Ford’s magnet guns. “We’re getting Comet back.”
Gem Colony 2309 (Unknown Time)
After tracking Comet down, the gang wasted no time when they activated the ship’s light-speed function and arrived at the planet, barely having time to take in Homeworld’s carnage. The planet now heavily resembled what the Earth would’ve looked like if they had succeeded in the Gem War, but what really mattered was the Kindergarten where they were keeping Comet captive.
Thanks to Pearl and Peridot’s new spacesuits for them, Dipper, Mabel, and Steven were able to safely land on the planet without worrying about losing oxygen. Once they set foot on the planet, everyone looked towards Steven for the plan, but hardly any of them were caught off-guard when Steven said, “Shatter Topaz and Aquamarine. I’m going to get my boy back.”
Soon enough, the group arrived at the Kindergarten and found Comet locked in a makeshift cell to give him oxygen and was guarded by Topaz while Aquamarine was hovering over her, madness in her eyes as she gazed at the object of her hatred.
“Steven…Rose…whatever you call yourself, you’re going to pay,” Aquamarine said venomously as she gripped her now-barely functioning wand, which elicited a smug laugh from Mabel.
“Still haven’t gotten that fixed since last time? If I recall, Maven was the one who did that, right?” Mabel said sardonically towards her, which only angered her further.
“You all might be bigger now, but I’m still a member of Blue Diamond’s court!” Aquamarine shouted angrily.
“Yeah, what’s left of it, shorty. We beat you once and we’ll do it again,” Dipper said defiantly as he charged his magnet gun.
“You brought this on yourself when you came to Earth again,” Garnet said with barely restrained anger.
“You made it worse when you took one of our own,” Amethyst said through gritted teeth as she summoned her whip.
“You don’t deserve mercy; not then, and not now,” Pearl said as she tightly gripped her spear.
Aquamarine merely shrugged off their threats before condescendingly addressing Steven with, “What about you? Any words you have for me, traitor?”
Steven looked at her with a deeply unsettling blank expression as he summoned his shield, his body trembling with unfettered anger towards the blue Gem, which she seemed to notice as her expression dimmed significantly. Steven remained silent for only a few more moments before he said, “You’re going to die today,”
With fear in her eyes, Aquamarine motioned for Topaz to attack, but the yellow Gem fusion was hardly a match without the hostages she’d callously used in their first fight. Much to Aquamarine’s surprise, Topaz was swiftly poofed in a few moments by Garnet after a combined attack from Steven and Dipper. Despite their justifiable anger towards both yellow Gems, Steven decided to bubble them away, which left Aquamarine all alone.
“We took mercy on them because they were bullied by you,” Steven said coldly. “We’re not giving you the same treatment.”
Unable to think of anything else, Aquamarine summoned a big charge from her wand, only to be swatted away like a fly by a combined attack from Amethyst and Mabel. While everyone wanted to shatter her for her crimes, Steven took the initiative and broke Comet out of his cell and gave him an emergency mask to give him oxygen. Once his son could breathe, Steven embraced him with a loving smile and tears in his eyes.
“Dad, I was so scared! You came for me! You came for me!” Comet shouted through relieved tears.
“Always, son. Always,” Steven lovingly said as he continued to embrace his son, with cheers from the rest of the group, unaware that Aquamarine was now recovering from the attack, now glaring at them all with contempt.
“I will not fail! I will not be ignored!” Aquamarine angrily whispered as she gripped her wand for her contingency plan. “You won’t get away from me, again!”
Unwilling to let this opportunity pass them by, the group hailed their Gem ship and boarded as soon as possible, content to leave Aquamarine with the knowledge that she failed again, knowing it would hurt more than death. Unfortunately, not even Garnet’s future vision could predict what Aquamarine had done mere moments before they boarded, a sadistic smile on her face as she eagerly awaited her plan to unfold.
Now that they were in the ship’s cockpit, far away from the planet, the group watched contentedly as Steven and Comet embraced once again, nonverbally promising to join them once they were done.
“As excited as I am about today, I’m more excited about what’ll happen when we get home to your mom and sisters tomorrow,” Steven said contentedly as he tightened his embrace with his son.
“Me too, dad. I love you,” Comet said similarly, only for their tender moment to be interrupted by an unfamiliar beeping sound.
Steven ended his embrace with Comet when he noticed a metallic object latched onto his son’s back: a bomb. Steven and the others lightly gasped when they noticed how quickly it was beeping now—far beyond the point of disarming or even bubbling it away into space.
“No,” Steven said in contained horror, knowing that there was no way to stop it now.
“Steven…” Dipper and Mabel trailed off, unsure of what was going to happen.
As if it lasted for eternity, Steven turned to his two life-long friends with a morose expression and said, “Take care of my family,” Unable to say anything more, even to his guardians, Steven grabbed the bomb and ran towards the edge of the cockpit, with Pearl forcibly restraining Comet to go after him when he knew what was going to happen. Garnet and Amethyst couldn’t even move, knowing that they couldn’t do anything, especially Garnet. Dipper and Mabel only fruitlessly extended their hands towards him, unwilling to believe this was happening.
“No, dad! Come back!” Comet yelled desperately, but to no avail as mere moments after he said that, the bomb went off a safe distance away from him and the group.
The group could only watch in horror as Steven took the blast for them, which destroyed a huge chunk of the cockpit that was already being repaired by the ship’s defenses. They all saw Steven’s lifeless body floating through space; his gem—Rose’s gem—had been instantly shattered in the blast, his body now covered in fatal injuries as blood poured out of him into the dark, unfeeling void of space. There were no more words, only tears; Steven Quartz Universe was dead.
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Comm by Littlesnake: The Perilous Parasite
The Crystal Gems and Superman face of against the Parasite in the halls of Lexcorp.
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And for you all a little preview of the battle.
The creature laid on the broken desk of Lex’s Receptionist. He flew down the hallway and blasted through the door that led to the hallway that led to Lex’s office. The creature rubbed his forehead, it was still sore from the finger flick. A bump formed on his head a deeper color of purple signifying the bruise.
“All that power I need it, if I can just get close” the creature thought as he picked himself up
Suddenly a red and blue blur shot from down the hall, stopping right in front of the creature kicking up a lot of wind. Soon the creature was face to face with Clark again as he towered in front of him arms crossed.
“No are you going to calm down or am I going to have to be a bit more forceful” Clark said sternly looking down at the creature
The creature stared at Clark for a few seconds before a look of pure terror came across his face
“Oh God, please don’t” The creature said scared as it fell on its back
Clark looked concerned as the creature appeared to be fruitlessly scrambling away from Clark.
“P-p-please don’t hurt me man, I-I-I don’t even know how I got here” the creature said as he looked up at Clark pitifully, Clark examined the creature his eyes coming to the torn Lexcorp shirt it wore
“Do you work here” Clark asked as he slowly approached the creature
“M-my name is Rudy Jones, I’m a security guard. I was downstairs with some colleagues when I got this burning pain in my gut and I passed out. Next thing I know I’m here with a bump on my head” The creature said hysterically
“Was he aware of what he was doing? Did I snap him out of some kind of rabid state” Clark thought as he looked at the pitiful creature
“I-I need help man. I don’t know what happening to me, I couldn’t control myself. Please help me” the creature said sadly reaching out for Clark
Clark felt sorry for the man and leaned in closer
“Don’t worry Mr. Jones, I’ll get you the help you need” Clark said as he grabbed the creature’s hand wanting to pull him up
“Oh you already have” the creature said sinisterly tightening his grip on Clark’s hand
Then Clark felt it his strength was being drained, he looked down at his hands and saw his veins were visible. Before Clark could react the creature jumped on him and grabbed his face, Clark let out a pained scream the creature’s touch burned. Clark tried to force the thing off but its grip was getting stronger by the minute
“Ho-holy cow you have so much power. I bet you’re a real bigshot aren’t ya, bet everything came easy to you. Well why don’t you be a Good Samaritan and share some of that with me” The creature said maniacally as it sunk its fingers deeper into Clark’s face
The world around Clark began to darken as he fell to one knee. He kept telling himself that he needed to stay awake, that he needed to fight but he was getting weaker. Right before he totally lost consciousness a voice rang out down the hall
“HEY MUSH-MOUTH HEADS UP” Amethyst yelled as a purple light engulfed her returning her to her regular clothes
She then preformed her spin dash attack rocketing towards the monster. The creature looked up confused just in time for Amethyst so slam into his face. The creature released Clark and flew back hitting the wall. Clark took in air desperately as he kneeled on the ground still weakened
“Are you okay” Garnet asked standing over him in her regular attire
“Hey how can you take all three of us then get downed by that scrawny thing, you’re making us look bad” Amethyst said with hands on her hips
“That thing isn’t exactly scrawny anymore Amethyst” Pearl said entering the room in her regular attire
The creature after touching Clark appeared to have gotten bigger than it was before. It was as tall and large as Clark now
“It’s touch….. I felt it….. It was eating away at my strength…. Adding it to its own, like some kind of Parasite” Clark said through panted breathes
The creature rose standing its new height “Don’t-call me- A PARASITE” the creature yelled angrily
“We are totally going to call you Parasite” Amethyst said with a cocky grin
The creature growled then examined the three newcomers
“Wait a minute… YOU’RE THE THREE BITCHES THAT LOCKED ME IN THE TOILET” Parasite yelled enraged pointing at the three gems
“Oh my stars, is that the human from outside” Pearl said shocked
“Whoa what was in that toilet” Amethyst said a bit disgusted
“You made me look like joke, you and that brat laughing at my expense” Parasite continued to vent
“We weren’t laughing, listen something happened to you, something you don’t understand let us help you” Garnet tried to reason
“Oh I know exactly what happened to me. I’m taking the one thing people like you have over me…Power. And I’m making it mine, nobodies telling me what to do anymore, I’m stepping into the big leagues now” Parasite said with a crazed smile
“Whatever happened to him has twisted his mind” Garnet said
“What should we do, this thing isn’t exactly human” Pearl said as she summoned her spear
“Maybe not but it’s still organic and there might be a way to turn him back to a human. Gems were fighting to restrain” Garnet said as she summoned her gauntlets, Clark was happy to hear that they weren’t going to kill the man
“Sit tight blue and watch the professionals at work” Amethyst said summoning her whip and getting into a battle stance
Amethyst made the first move rushing towards Parasite with another spin dash. Parasite readied himself for the attack. Instead of attacking head on Amethyst dashed between Parasites legs, spun up the wall behind him and flipped over his head landing in front of him. Parasite growled in confusion until he noticed that Amethyst whip was on his shoulder, he them looked down and saw the whip was wrapped around his leg and behind his back. Amethyst gave him a cocky smile then pulled on the whip flipping him onto his back.
He groaned on the ground then looked up to see Garnet descending upon him with fist raised. Parasite rolled out of the way before Garnet could hit him. He growled as he reached for Garnet only for Amethyst to pull on the whip again dragging him away from Garnet. Parasite managed to get to one knee when Pearl ran towards twirling her spear. She swung at him with the base of her Spear, the Parasite defensively raised his hands and grabbed the spear.
Parasite gripped hard onto the Spear and tried to pull it away from Pearl only for a strange sensation to fill his hands. Just then the Spear was absorbed into the Parasite’s hands in a Pearlescent light. The gems gasped at what they just saw, Parasite was surprised by what happened but appreciated the boost he just got. He then quickly backhanded Pearl sending her crashing to a wall. He smiled devilishly as looked down to Amethyst whip that was still around his leg and grabbed it. Once again the whip vanished from Amethyst’s hands and was absorbed into Parasite’s hand in a purple light. He let out a refreshed sigh as he stood on his legs, he then ran to Amethyst in a purple blur. Amethyst was caught off guard by his speed and was kicked in the abdomen sending her to the ceiling bouncing off it and landing face first on the floor.
“Those weapons of you’re like a shot of red bull. I feel so fast, so strong” Parasite said looking at his hands, then Garnet came from behind trying to slam both her fists onto his head
“I’m so more aware of my surroundings” Parasite said spinning around lightning quick and grabbing Garnet’s gauntlets before they could hit.
Once again the weapons were absorbed into Parasite’s hands this time in red and blue lights. Garnet tried to punch him with her bare fist, but instead was booted in the gut sending her back.
“Then again I should thank Blue for the first course, but I haven’t finished my meal I can tell there’s a lot more in there” Parasite said as he looked at himself noticing he was taller and more muscular
Pearl let out a battle cry as she leapt through the air towards Parasite. She landed a kick to the side of his head making him grunt, in retaliation he swiped at her only for her to duck under it. She then delivered to punches to his stomach and a kick to his chin, she then tried to summon her spear again. But Parasite quickly recovered and grabbed Pearl by the face and lifted her off the ground. Pearl’s eyes widened as her body began to glitch and fizzle like a computer screen, her eyes began to go white, and her entire body started to lose color turn gray.
“Wow it’s much faster for you guys, why waste time with a bottle when you can get it straight from the tap” Parasite Laughed as Pearl’s body became grayer and her hair began to shrivel and dry
“NO” Clark yelled as he tackled Parasite through a wall making him release Pearl
Pearl laid on the ground gasping for air as Amethyst and Garnet ran up to her. Garnet lifted her head caressing her cheek and looking at her gem. It was slightly gray but slowly was regaining its color.
“She needs a moment to recharge, she’ll be alright” Garnet said relieved
“Stay with her, I’m going in” Amethyst said as she ran through the hole Clark had made
Clark ran as long as he could going into a now abandoned office area filled with cubicles, computers, etc. Parasite reached and grabbed Clark’s sides the pain returning. Clark quickly chucked the Parasite in a random direction before he could get to drained sending him through another wall. Clark took a moment to catch his breath before going through the hole, it led to a men’s bathroom. Clark stepped in ready to face Parasite, when Parasite came from the side and bashed Clark in the head with a hand drier. Clark grunted in pain as Parasite grabbed him by the hair and then slammed his face into the bathroom mirror. He then reared Clark back again and slammed his head down onto the sink breaking the porcelain and throwing him onto the floor. Parasite then sunk his claws into Clark’s back making him scream in pain, he wasn’t bleeding but the feeling was like someone with long sharp nails clawing at your skin
“I never one to leave a meal unfinished” Parasite said as he began to suck away at Clark
But a battle cry filled the restroom as Amethyst ran in jumping in the air and dropkicking Parasite in the face. He went flying crashing through all the stalls before slamming against the wall. Amethyst was screaming like a mad woman as she rushed the rising creature kicking him in the knee. Parasite swiped at her but she easily dodged it, Amethyst drove her fist right between Parasite’s legs. Parasite let out a pained howl as he double over covering his nether regions. Amethyst summoned her whip again this time wrapping it around Parasite’s neck. With a jerk of the whip Amethyst sent his head crashing into a porcelain toilet destroying, and with another jerk she brought his head up and delivered a kick to the side of his head.
The kick sent Parasite stumbling back till he hit the tiled wall, Amethyst ran towards him and rammed her shoulder into his gut. Parasite gagged as all the air left his body, Amethyst yelled as she pulled on her whip dragging Parasite’s head against the wall destroying the tiles. Parasite landed on his back with a grunt as Amethyst leapt into the air and brought both her feet into his gut. Parasite attempted to claw at Amethyst only for her to lean to the side, and at the same time wrap the whip around his arm. Parasite tried this again with his free hand only for Amethyst to trap it again. She then jumped off Parasite and with a crack of the whip slammed him into the ceiling destroying an overhead light. He landed on his face with a thud and growled at Amethyst, her whip was wrapped around his neck and arms restricting movement of his upper body.
“I saw what you did to Pearl, the secret is your hands. Without those you’re sunk ya Leeching Loser” Amethyst said confidently tugging on her whip making it tighter
Parasite glared angrily at Amethyst until his frown turned into a sly smile. His mouth snapped open and from it his monstrous tongue shot out at Amethyst. Amethyst yelp in fright at the horrific appendage coming at her. It latched onto her the teeth sinking into her neck making Amethyst scream in pain. Her body began to glitch like Pearl’s while Parasite had an evil grin growing on his face
“DIDN’T YOUR MAMA TEACH YOU IT’S RUDE TO BITE PEOPLE” Clark yelled from behind
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The Power Couple and The Diamond
Kyanite's violet form dissipated and Steven and Sapphire stepped apart. Ruby noiselessly dropped down beside them, elongated arm shrinking to its normal size.
"Nice form, Sapphy!"
Sapphire gasped, as if just remembering her reformation, and gazed down at herself in delight. Whereas her previous dress had trailed along the floor, now the opaque, cyan material reached just below her knees, exposing periwinkle-stockinged legs and feet. A cerulean bodice now covered her torso and could be seen through the skirt, secured at the waist by a white band that dipped at the front. Her sleeves remained white, and her gloves were shorter, now stretching to halfway up her forearm.
"Oh, this is refreshing," she breathed, and then her visible eye lit up, fringe swept back from the fusion. "Steven, we fused!" she smiled delightedly, and stepped closer to give him a fleeting hug.
In that moment, Bismuth, Peridot, Lapis and Connie descended beside them.
"Are you guys okay?" Connie burst out.
"Almost," Steven returned, and gazed down at the gems in his hands—one white and smooth, the other purple and faceted.
"Opal, we're up against a giant robot—we need you. I'm here," he said hopefully. "I love you!"
The gems instantly set aglow, and Steven was again lost in an amalgam of white, which then expanded, growing taller and more defined, until a shock of spikes exploded around its head and it opened its four eyes.
The silver-blue fusion immediately leapt to attention, summoning their modified bow and arrow—which now appeared more like a rounded triangle lashed through with a smooth lasso. With a burst of light a pink shield materialised in one of their four hands and they clashed it together with the bizarre contraption, yanking on the threaded lasso. The shield disappeared in a convex blur and, aiming the pointed end of the blur at the descending robotic foot above them, the fusion ripped the lasso free and the spinning top went flying, exploding in a cloud of glittery smoke on contact with the mech. The huge, conjoined ship stumbled in a sluggish fashion, as if backpedalling in water.
"Accurate and destructive," the fusion smirked, and twirled triumphantly.
"Wow!!" Ruby cried, throwing her hands in the air. Beside her, Sapphire smiled proudly.
Peridot looked pleasantly envious.
"Alright!" Connie cried. "Go, uh . . . go . . ."
"Moonstone," the fusion supplied. Their voice was like a sigh. They were around Opal's size, with a slender figure and aquamarine skin. Icy spikes shot back from their head in an attempt at hair, and shone with creamy streaks. All three centred gems glinted against their body in hues of pale blue and off-white. They had no facial features to speak of except for their two sets of lidded, sleek eyes, the topmost of which were lined with azure strokes, oddly reminiscent of eyeshadow.
Steven's jeans now only just extended past the tops of their thighs and his shirt had seemingly grown shorter, now exposing the midriff (and his miscoloured gem). Their feet tapered to graceful points and added stalactites pointed away from their heels. Though everything about them seemed sharp, their eyes were soft and smiling.
"Moonstone," Connie began. "What are we gonna do? White Diamond is never going to listen, and she's never going to let us leave."
"Then we shall have to make her listen." The fusion's eyes lilted coyly. "Ruby, Sapphire, if you're comfortable, I think it would be best for Garnet and I to climb the Diamond ship. Are you in?"
The two Gems shared a tense look. A few seconds ticked by.
"If Ruby can tolerate taking a back seat," Sapphire finally said. Her lips quirked in a smile.
"As long as we make it quick," Ruby fired, giving her a playful push.
Moonstone exhaled and gave a tinkling laugh. "Perfect. Let's go."
A moment later, the two fusions were sprinting across to the mech, and leapt in unison onto a gargantuan pink leg, energised digits locking onto the smooth surface. The remaining Crystal Gems' cheers spurred them on as they began to climb.
The leviathan mech, though, had suspiciously ceased all movement. The moment Garnet reached up to scrabble for purchase on the ship's "thigh", the robot dropped jarringly onto one knee and raised its arms, fingers crooked.
"Uh oh," Garnet said.
The giant hands swung down and knocked Moonstone flying. They soared over the Gem gathering on the ground and faceplanted, unfusing and rolling apart.
"Steven! Opal!" Garnet called out in worry. The hand ship moved closer and she reached out, summoning her gauntlets and sending electricity coursing through the circuits, before breaking apart to duck under the spasming limb.
Sapphire grabbed Ruby's hands in her own and launched them both off the mech, skirts catching the wind as she floated them both down.
"Are you two okay?" Sapphire asked, kneeling beside a face-down Opal. Ruby helped Steven to his feet.
"We need to be bigger," Opal replied, sitting up.
"Then let's fuse—all of us!" They all turned to a beaming Steven. "It's the only way we'll get up to her head!"
"YEAH! I'M IN!" Ruby punched the air.
"I'm in too." Sapphire nodded with decision.
"Then it's decided." Opal pushed herself to her feet and set her hands on her hips. "It's time to form Obsidian."
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To Let Go part 3: Memory of What Was
“Sometimes you have to learn to let go of person you love, and just hold on to the Memory of what was” -Mark Amend
“Show me Steven, again”
“……”
“Show me Steven….please”
“……..”
“Show me Steven…. I’m begging you”
“Hey Pearl, Look! My fingers are Cats!…..Meow. Hahaha see aren’t they cute?“
Pearl simply smiled as the mirror finally complied with her wishes. She was, for the first in a long time, happy. Perhaps it was being able hear and see her precious little “baby”, or perhaps this mirror is giving her what she asked for as a brief relief from the reality: that Steven will never be found.
“Alright Find me Steven when he was a-”
Before she had a chance to finish her sentence, the Crystal gate opened suddenly, quickly hid the mirror in her gem not wanting the new arrival to see it. She turned around to see who was entering, her eyes were met with the familiar form of Amethyst standing on the warp-pad staring back at her. Neither one willing to break eye contact or daring to break the silence for fear of breaking an illusion. They stayed this way until almost an hour had passed until one of them decided to break the silence.
“So P, are we to just keep awkwardly staring at each or are we going to do something?” Amethyst said.
Pearl responded
“Yeah, sorry about that…. So….”
“So?”
“Umm…. how are you Amethyst?”
“Fine and you?”
“Oh fine… Fine.”
“…..”
The silence had returned once more, as the pair continued to stare at each other. Neither again wanting to speak.
“Amethyst”
“Yes?”
“You want to hang out?”
“…..”
Amethyst paused, not expecting Pearl to ask her such a question, and for a moment she thought to say no, and yet part of her wanted to know what had happened to the the pale gem during her search of Steven.
“Hmmmm sure why not”
“Great!” Pearl’s voice boomed enthusiastically. And before Amythest could even react, she was dragged out towards Pearl’s motorcycle.
“Wooh Pearl, Slow down I’m not going anywhere,”
“I know, I know it’s just….” Pearl’s voice seemed to cut off, as though she silenced herself before mentioning something that hurt her..or perhaps reminds of her of the past.
Without a word both of them got on Pearl’s motorcycle and drove towards the Beach City’s boardwalk.
They saw many attractions on the boardwalk, mainly restaurants and the amusement park, trying to regain the connection of commadrie that was lost long ago. Though there was one thing that caught Amethyst’s eye, it was the Mayor Dewey’s van. She could even hear the Van’s speakers repetitious motto. She looked at it with bemusement before looking back at Pearl.
“Hey Pearl in any of the places you went, did any of the people try to pull anything this outrageous”
Pearl looking at the same van before replying “For a matter fact yes, in fact some even tried something even more outlandish, it was a small truck with two large animatronics of different monsters on it, one a large Mantis, the other some kind of Lizard, both in some battle… though it was more for an upcoming movie and not something important such as re-election for an official in some local government”
“So.. you’re telling me that mayor Dewey is the only..mayor to..”
“Place his head on an van to get re-elected and chant his name in a annoying melody of his name? Then yes.” Pearl joked
“…”
There was a silent pause, before both of them laughed awkwardly.
“You wanna to go play Skee Ball, at the arcade, P?”
Pearl eyes widened upon hearing her old nickname, she could feel her mouth forming a smile, before nodding her head. And with that, both of them went to the arcade.
As they played the games together, both could feel their old friendship being rekindled. Pearl could feel some of the stress that plagued her over the time she searched for Steven beginning to lift away. They continued to play the other attractions, until the arcade closed late in the evening.
“So remember when I was thrown at the Red Eye repeatedly?” inquired Amethyst shyly.
“Yeah, what were we even thinking? That repeated minimal force would damage it, that’s silly.” Pearl replied, while trying to take out a cigarette carton, with one hand picking up a single cigarette and guiding it towards her lips. Amethyst watched from afar, frowning at what was Pearl what was doing.
“Say P… I’ve been wondering when did you start smoking?”
“hmmm … I don’t know… I think it happened around the couple days I’ve been at Empire City….”
“Wait you been to Empire City? What did you do over there… well you know besides looking for Steven”
“Huh, Amethyst I really don’t like to talk about it… can you please not push this any deeper.”
“Alright… I’ll stop P.”
“It’s fine Amethyst, it’s just there are some memories that I’d rather no-” but Pearl’s reply was cut short, as she felt a small tug on her arm.
“Excuse me… Miss, but can you spare some change for me?” a frail voice asked her. Her eyes widened as she saw the person who tugged at her; it was young sickly child wearing worn clothing, their face reminded her of the many children in the similar circumstances, the many she tried to help… the many she failed to save.
“O-Of course… Here you go” she stammered as her hands quickly searched in each of her pockets trying to find any cash on her and give it to the frail child. And yet before the child left, she pulled the child into a hug.
“Listen… child if you need any help or need a place to stay, please come to the beach house at the outskirts of this city… it’s near the giant statue at the cliff.” She told the child as she let go. The child simply nodded and went on hisway. Getting up, Pearl simply lit her cigarette, before turning towards Amethyst, who was perplexed by the scene unfolding towards her
“Let’s go back home” Pearl whispered in a broken tone, as she began walking towards the motorcycle, her shoulder’s slumped and her eyes down as she tried to conceal a sudden wave of sadness.
Amethyst simply frowned. “What was That?!” she wondered as she followed after her old friend. A dozen other questions arose but she dared not give them voice for fear of Pearl reverting back to her previous state of avoiding them at all costs.
The ride back to their house was completely silent, neither of them daring to speak a single word. As they arrived at the beach house, Pearl simply walked towards the Crystal Gate, and opened the portal leading towards her room. Yet before she could enter her room, she felt Amethyst arms curling around her halting her mid stride. She could feel Amethyst hugging her tightly as if Pearl would vanish again if she let go.
“I know that look when you’re upset… but P if there is anything bothering you please…. I’m here.” Amethyst said trying comfort Pearl, her voice a mix of fear and sadness.
Seconds ticked by as Pearl struggled with what to say, part of her wanted to vent her sorrows while another, stronger voice, urged her to keep it inside, to simply bury the pain deeper. “There is nothing to talk about Amethyst, Nothing at all.” She said in a broken tone, before entering her room, but before the Gate closed she heard Amethyst call out to her in a last desperate attempt to get through to her friend. “What happened to you P?”
“…………. A lot of things, a lot of things” She replied to no one as the door slid closed behind her. Pearl took one last look at the door, before laying on the watery floor and staring at the ceiling. The memories of her travels and experiences of searching for Steven had filled her thoughts, most importantly her experience with the abandoned children out there in the town. She recalled some of the faces that haunted her, and of course the condition of living they were in, how could a society let those youth be abandoned, while others get to live in abundance? Didn’t they even care about their youths? Then again, she too abandoned most of them to look for Steven… Yes she helped some of them to find some place better than they were, but most of them that needed her… she failed or left behind. But she needed to find Steven…
Sighing She waved those thoughts away and reached within her gem for the Mirror. She took a moment to look upon her own reflection and the face of an emotionally exhausted woman staring back at her with eyes full of pain and sadness..
“Show Me Steven.” she commanded in a pained voice just barely above a whisper.
“…….”
“Show me Steven” she ordered more forcefully when the mirror didn’t respond.
“……..”
“Come on you did it before” she growled in building frustration, her emotional walls starting to crack.
“……….”
“Please….Please……I beg of you I’ll give anything to see him again.” cried Pearl in defeat as the tears she’d been holding back began to fall as she crumpled to her knees as great heaving sobs wracked her body.
“…………Anything” The Mirror repeated, as though questioning her on her plea.
The unexpected reply served to jerk her back to the present, her pain momentarily forgotten as she sat up and wiped away the tears with her jacket sleeve.
“Wha….” She was awe-struck did this mirror really asked her this…. Was it sentient? No impossible, maybe it was broken, yes broken.
“Did-You-Said-Anything-If-So-Help-Me-And-I-WILL-Help-You” The Mirror said using various recordings of herself, Steven, Amethyst, and Garnet.
“w-what ….Are you sentient?” gasped Pearl as she held the mirror at arms length as if it might bite her.
“Yes-I-Am-Sentient” replied the now surprisingly talkative mirror.
“Impossible, I need to show this to Garnet” Pearl said frantically as she stood up to walk towards the temple gate.
“NOOOOOOO! “ The Mirror screeched causing her to flinch and stop walking.
“Remember-what-She-Did!’ The mirror continued as it showed Pearl of the incident of the last confrontation of her and Garnet’s argument which resulted in her getting punched by Garnet’s gauntleted fist. All due to her being to focused on finding Steven.
“If- You- Tell- Her- She- Will- Demand- Why- Didn’t- You- Tell- Her- Sooner- Your- Response- Will- Get- Her- Angry.” The Mirror told her, she knew that the mirror was correct. That if she let garnet know about the Mirror, Garnet will be angry with her for not telling her sooner and Garnet’s anger was…. not wanted.
“Alright you got a point… What do you want me to do?’ asked Pearl with a bit of suspicion.
“Set-Me-Free-From-This-Prison-Please” The Mirror requested her.
“How do I do that?” She asked as her worries began to give way to curiosity.
“…….” The Mirror then showed her a visual guide of pulling the gem out of the mirror.
She bit her lower lip, she knew this was wrong she knew she should ignore the mirror and show it to Garnet, becau-
“Please-I-Need-Your-Help-You’re-My-Only-Salvation-PLEASE-PEARL.” The Mirror pleaded, though the differences were that the voices it used were of the children she helped… This Gem needed her, it needed her like the children she met… and did not help.
Without thinking she grasped the gemstone and began to pull with all her strength, desperately trying to pull the free from its prison.
All around her an intricate woven pattern began to form in water of the rooms varied pools as she struggled, all the while the mirror creaked and cracked under the strain. At last with her energy fading Pearl put all of her remaining strength into one final tug; the ancient mirror could take no more as it finally shattered into dozens of peaces. The gemstone imprisoned on its back was finally free at last. Immediately the deep blue colored gem with the shape of a teardrop floated free from her hands as the Gem within began to reform and reshape herself.
As the the gem began to take shape, she could see the gem’s chosen form, a female figure, the outfit was something similar to an old fashioned summer dress, and the girls skin a light blue like a clear ocean’s surface. As the girls form finally took shape, her eyes begin to open as the Gem simply extend their hand out towards Pearl in a gesture of friendly greating common to humans.
“Hello, I’m Lapis.”
#bad Pearl AU#with thanks to Lieraturepoet8#looking forward to the next installment!#text#long#Lapis#submission
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Gem Glow
,t starts out like the normal episode, Steven begins freaking out because they canceled cookie cats , (I’m too lazy to write the first line, good job me) Steven was very upset by this, ‘’This can’t be happening this has to be a dream!’’ Steven later ran to Lars and wrapped his hands around his waist ‘’LARS! LARS! please tell me i’m dreaming!’’ Steven shouts, seeming very upset. Lars then shakes Steven off saying ‘’get off me man, I’m stocking here’’ Sadie butts in ‘’I’m sorry, Steven.. I guess they just stopped making them,’’ Steven responded ‘’ Stopped making them?! Why in the world would they stop making cookie cats?! They’re only the most scrumptious and delicious ice-cream sandwich ever made! Don’t they have laws for this?!’’ , Karly sighed ‘’I don’t see the big whoop, I personally never had a cookie cat before,’’, Steven went over to Karly ‘’I’m sorry you missed out on your childhood,’’ . Karly gasped at Steven’s comment. Lars: ‘’ Tough bits, man. Nobody buys them anymore. I guess they couldn’t compete with Lion Lickers,’’. Steven: walks over to the fridge of lion lickers and groans ‘’ Not Lion Lickers! Nobody likes them! They don’t even look like lions! Kids these days — I’ll tell ya what! ‘’. Lars: chuckles and begins to mock Steven ‘’ Well, if you miss your wimpy ice cream so much, why don’t you make some with your "magic belly button"? ‘’ laughs and walks away. Steven: ‘’ That’s not how it works, Lars! ...Right? ‘’ Steven lifts his shirt revealing a gemstone on his naval and jiggles his belly, and walks over to the cookie cat freezer again, ‘’ Oh, sweet Cookie Cats, with your crunchy cookie outside and your icy creamy insides... You were too good for this world. ‘’ draws a cookie cat on the freezer with his finger and kisses it. Sadie: ‘’uh... Steven?’’. Steven: continues to hug the freezer but doesn’t reply. Sadie: ‘’you wanna take the freezer with you?’’. Lars: looks at Steven in confusion. Steven: nods and motions Karly to follow him. *Transition: outside the beach house *.Steven: hums Cookie Cat while running home, carrying the Cookie Cat freezer on his back, while Karly just skipped beside him. Steven then walked into the beach house ‘’guys, you won’t believe-’’ Steven then instantly get attacked by a centipeetle, Screaming in fear. Amethyst: wraps the Centipeetle up with her whip and yanks it away from Steven, ‘’Sup Steven, Sup Karly,?’’. Pearl was fighting off the Centipeetles from the warp pad, Garnet was fighting them in the Kitchen. Steven: ‘’ Awesome! What are these things? ‘’ Pearl: groans and lifts up a Centipeetle ‘’Ugh. sorry Steven, we’ll get these Centipeetles out of your and Karly’s room. We think they were trying to get into the temple,’’ . Steven: ‘’Aw. you Don’t have to get rid of them, they’re really cool!,’’. The Centipeetle that Pearl was holding spits acid on the floor, dissolving it Into a hole, which Steven, Karly and Pearl look in disgust. Amethyst: poofs a Centipeetle and picks her nose’’ Um, you guys? These things don’t have gems. ‘’. Garnet: ‘’that means there must be a mother nearby.’’. a Centipeetle sneaks by Garnet, which she punches away quickly. Pearl: ‘’We should find it before anyone gets hurt .’’. Steven and Karly: get excited ‘’can we come!?’’. Pearl: ‘’Steven, Karly. as soon as you two learn to control the powers in your gems, we’ll take care of protecting humanity, okay?’’ snaps the neck of the centipeetle she was holding. Steven: ‘’aw man..’’ notices a centipeetle raiding their fridge, ‘’hey! shoo! shoo! aw man.. they got into everything... not cool!’’ . Karly: walks over to Steven ‘’oh Steven, don’t get so upset over spilled milk!’’ Karly looked down noticing she accidentally stepped into the Milk ‘’dangit! these were my favorite socks!’’ Karly sighs ‘’atleast it was just milk this time...’’. Garnet punches the centipeetle, poofing it, Steven notices the fridge was filled with Cookie cats. Steven: ‘’ No way. I-it can't be! Wha-where did you get these?! I thought they stopped making them! ‘’. Pearl: closes the fridge ‘’well... we heard that to.. but since they’re your favorite..’’. Amethyst: ‘’WE WENT OUT AND STOLE A BUNCH!’’. Pearl: grunts at Amethyst ‘’I went back and paid for them.’’. Garnet: ‘’the whole thing was my idea,’’ Garnet retracts her gauntlets into her gems. Amethyst: ‘’it was everyone’s idea!’’. Garnet: ‘’not really,’’. Pearl: ‘’what matters is that Steven is happy,’’. Karly: ‘’I... wanna try one’’. Pearl: ‘’okay.’’ hands Karly a cookie cat. Amethyst: ‘’let’s hope Karly isn’t lactose intolerant! haha.’’. Karly: ‘’sh,’’ Karly took a bite of her cookie cat and gasped and gains tears of joy ‘’I love them.... ‘’. Steven: ‘’now you’re getting it!’’ Steven and Karly began to sing the cookie cat rap
Steven: ‘’OOOOOH he’s a frozen treat with an all new taste!’’
Karly: ‘’ cause he came from this planet from outer space!’’
Steven: ‘’a refugee of an interstellar war!’’
Karly: ‘’and now he’s at: your local grocery store!’’
Steven: ‘’Cookie Cat!’’
Karly: ‘’he’s a pet for your tummy!’’
Steven: ‘’Cookie cat!’’
Karly: ‘’he’s super duper yummy!’’
Steven: ‘’cookie cat!’’
Karly: ‘’he left his family behind..’’
Steven: ‘’Cookie CAAAAAT Now available at Gurgens off Route 109! ‘’ . the gems burst out in laughter and applause. Steven: ‘’ I can't believe you did this. I’m gonna save these forever!... right after I eat this one. ‘’ he tears open a wrapper of another cookie cat, ‘’hello old friend...’’ Steven bites into it. ‘’mm.. so good.. ‘’ his gem begins to glow ‘’I like to eat the ears first.’’. Karly: ‘’big bro! your gem!’’. Steven: ‘’huh?’’ lifts his shirt ‘’my gem!’’. Amethyst: ‘’quick! try to summon your weapon!’’ . Steven: ‘’I don’t know how!’’ begins to panic ‘’AH! it’s fading!’’. Pearl: ‘’ Calm down, Steven. Breathe, don't force it. ‘’ Amethyst: ‘’yeah! and try not to poop yourself either!’’. Karly: ‘’that isn’t funny,’’. Garnet: ‘’please. don’t.’’. the gem glow fades away, everyone collectively sighs . Steven: ‘’aw, I was really close that time, can one of y’all show me how to summon a gem weapon?’’. Pearl: ‘’OH!’’ singsong voice ‘’i’ll go first!’’. Trans. into a blossoming tree with petals falling down. Pearl: ‘’Pay attention to these petals, Steven, and Karly, The petals' dance seems improvised, but it is being calculated in real time based on the physical properties of this planet. With hard work and dedication, you can master the magical properties of your gems and perform your own dance! ‘’ summons her spear from her gem ‘’like so,’’ . Steven and Karly are in awe. transition to outside of the big donut, Steven: picks up a bunch of petals and tosses them in the air ‘’HWA!’’ . Amethyst: ‘’did Pearl teach you the petal thing?’’. Steven: ‘’ Yeah, I need to practice really hard so I can dance like a tree... I think. ‘’. Karly: ‘’I thought it was dancing like a petal,’’ . Amethyst: ‘’ Listen Steven, Karly, all that practice stuff is no fun. Whenever I need to summon my weapon, it just happens ‘’ Amethyst summoned her whip and cut the trash container in two. Lars: walks by and screams ‘’again!?’’. *transitions to outside the lighthouse of the temple* Steven: ‘’ So I'm supposed to work really hard and not try at all at the same time? ‘’ Garnet: ‘’yes.’’. Steven was already not listening. Garnet: ‘’ Or... you could link your mind with the energy of all existing matter. Channeling the collective power of the universe through your gem, which results in—’‘ Garnet summons her gauntlets ‘‘atleast that’s my way of doing it.’‘. *transition to inside the beach house*. Steven: ‘‘ I think my best bet is to recreate what happened the last time my gem glowed. So...’’ *points as he directs the Gems* ‘’’ Garnet and Amethyst were here. Pearl was next to the fridge. Hmm. Amethyst, I think your arms were crossed? ‘‘. Amethyst: ‘‘okay your majesty, ‘‘. Steven:’’and Karly was standing here beside me’‘ ‘‘and then I took a bite of the cookie cat, hold up the song!’’
Steven: ‘‘uh, he’s a frozen treat, all new taste, interstellar war, now available at Ghurven’s- ‘’ . nothing happens. Steven: ‘’aw... it was funnier last time, ‘’ lifts his shirt to see his gem and sighs ‘’maybe i’m not a real crystal gem,’’. Pearl: bends down next to Steven ‘’Steven Don’t be silly, of course you are’’ . Amethyst: ‘’and you’re fun to have around ! even if your gem is useless!’’. Pearl glares at Amethyst. Amethyst: ‘’uuh I mean you’re one of us! we’re not the crystal gems without you!’’. Garnet nods . Steven: ‘’ yeah, even if I don't have powers, I've still got... Cookie Cat! ‘’ Steven took out another bite ‘’mmmh.. so good.....’’ Steven’s gem began to glow, then a shield began to form infront of him, the gems collectively gasp,. Pearl: ‘’Steven... it’s a shield...’’ . Steven: ‘’Whoa! what!? i got a shield!? OOH YEAH!’’ Steven accidentally launches his shield, causing his tv to break. Amethyst bursts out in laughter while pearl groans in disappointment. the shield disappears leaving a dent in the tv,Steven: ‘’huh... cookie cat?? I SUMMONED MY WEAPON BY EATING ICE CREAM’’:D. Pearl: picks up the wrapper. ‘’what’s in these things?’’ Karly was heard shouting from outside. Steven looked around ‘’huh? Karly?’’. Pearl sighs ‘’she might be shouting at a seagull again.’’.there was a very intense rumble. with a giant centipeetle, the crystal gems ran outside. Karly: ‘’g-guys...’’ Karly was shaking in fear, with her legs trembling... pointing to the top of the temple, there was the centipeetle mother. Garnet: ‘’It’s the mother!’’. Pearl: ‘’Steven, Get Karly and you inside!’’. Steven: ‘’I’m coming to!’’ gets Karly inside, then grabs a bunch of extension cords and the freezer. Garnet begins her assault at the Centipeetle Mother. The battle descends towards the beach, as the Crystal Gems brace themselves for battle. The Centipeetle Mother sprays a stream of acid towards them, which they dodge out of the way and take refuge behind a broken hand statue of the temple on the beach. The Centipeetle Mother continues spraying acid, dealing considerable damage to the hand statue as it begins to melt.. Amethyst: ‘’We could use Steven’s shield right about now!’’. Steven: chucks a pebble at the Centipeetle Mother ‘’HEY!’’ plants freezer on ground ‘’leave them alone!’’ Garnet Amethyst and Pearl: ‘’STEVEN NO!’’. Steven: ‘’Cookie Cat Crystal combo powers, ACTIVATE! ‘’ eats a Cookie Cat and lifts his shirt. The Centipeetle Mother stares maniacally as nothing happens. Pearl: ‘’We need to save Steven!’’ dodges the mother’s pincers. Amethyst: ‘’can’t we save ourselves first!?’’. Steven: ‘’goodbye my friends..’’ eats several Cookie Cats as he weeps, his stomach rumbles and still nothing happens ‘’why isn’t it working!?’’ Steven dodged an acid attack from the centipeetle mother. Garnet: ‘’Steven!’’ grabs hold of the Centipeetle Mother’s pincers, drawing her attention . Steven: notices the Cookie Cat freezer destroyed from the acid attack and gasps in horror ‘’ No... Oh, no no no no no!... ‘’ slowly ‘’Cookie Cat. he’s a pet for your tummy. Cookie Cat, he’s super duper YUMMY! ‘’ picks up the freezer aggressively ‘’ Cookie Cat, he left his family behind! COOKIE CAAAT!! ‘’ chucks the freezer at the Centipeetle Mother's back, electrocuting her and causing her to screech in pain ‘’now available, nowhere.’’ Amethyst: ‘’YES!’’. Garnet: ‘’gems, weapons!’’ . The Gems summon their weapons and burst out of cover from the hand statue . Garnet: ‘’let’s do it!’’ . The Gems charge and attack the Centipeetle Mother altogether, defeating it for good. A gem falls from it and Garnet bubbles it away. Steven: ‘’ Farewell, sweet Cookie Cats. ‘’ buries a Cookie Cat wrapper in the ground ‘’ I’ll always remember the time we spent together. ‘’ stomach rumbles ‘’shh, hush now,’’ . Amethyst: ‘’are you crying?’’ Steven: ‘’Only a little!’’ . Amethyst: ‘’well, I guess your powers don’t come from ice cream,’’ Pearl: ‘’of course they don’t come from ice cream! don’t worry Steven, I’m sure someday you’ll figure out how to activate your gem,’’. Garnet: ‘’yeah, in your own Steven-y way’’. Steven: ‘’I’m okay guys.. i just’’. stomach growls ‘’ugh, I think I ate too many Cookie Cats,’’ the other gems laugh, Steven then laughs nervously then throws up. (end of episode
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Gem Glow-S1 ep 1 Rewritten
[Trans. Ext. Big Donut]
Steven: Nooooooooooooo!
[Trans. Int. Big Donut]
Steven :This can’t be happening! This has to be a dream! Lars! Lars! *grabs Lars around waist* Please tell me I’m dreaming!
Lars :*shakes Steven off* Get off me man, I’m stocking here!
Sadie: I’m sorry, Steven. I guess they stopped making them.
Steven :Stopped making them?! Why in the world would they stop making Cookie Cats?! They’re only the most scrumptious and delicious ice-cream sandwich ever made! Don’t they have laws for this?!
Lars :*kneels in front of cabinet and sighs* Tough bits, man. Nobody buys them anymore. *stocks shelves* I guess they couldn’t compete with Lion Lickers.
Steven: *groans* *walks over to the Lion Licker’s display case* Not Lion Lickers!. Nobody likes them! They don’t even look like lions! Kids these days — I’ll tell ya what!
Lars :*chuckles* Well, if you miss your ice cream so much, why don’t you make some with your “magic belly button”? *laughs*
Steven :That’s not how it works, Lars, you idiot! … Right? *holds stomach and sighs* *stomach jiggles* Oh, sweet Cookie Cats, *draws a cookie cat on the freezer with his finger* with your crunchy cookie outside and your icy creamy insides… you were too good for this world. *kisses freezer as a single tear rolls down his face*
Sadie :Uh… Steven? You okay?
(Steven doesn’t reply as he hugs the freezer,audibly sobbing now.)
(Lars turns from the counter and looks at Steven.)
Sadie: Do you want to take the freezer with you?
(Steven nods.)
[Trans. Ext. Beach House]
(Steven hums “Cookie Cat” while running home,now in a completely different mood.)
[Trans. Int. Beach House]
(Pearl, Amethyst, and Garnet are fighting a horde of Centipeetles.)
Steven:Hey, guys! you won’t believe this!
(Steven is suddenly attacked by a Centipeetle.)
(Centipeetle roars, Steven screams.)
Amethyst :*uses whip to yank Centipeetle off Steven* ‘Sup, Steven? *grunts*
(Gems fight off centipeetles.)
Steven: Awesome! What are these things?
Pearl: *lifts up Centipeetle, groans* Ugh! Sorry, Steven. We’ll get all these corrupted gems out of your room. We think they were trying to get into the temple.
Steven :Aw. You don’t have to get rid of them. They’re really cool.
(The Centipeetle that Pearl is holding spits acid onto the floor. Steven and Pearl look down into the new hole.)
Amethyst: *poofs a Centipeetle and picks her nose* Um, you guys? These things don’t have gems.
Garnet: That means there must be a mother somewhere nearby.
(A Centipeetle sneaks up from beside her as she quickly punches it causing it to poof.)
Pearl: We should probably find it before a human gets hurt.
Steven: *excitedly* Oh! Oh! Can I come?! Can I?! can I?!
Pearl :Steven, until you learn to control the powers in Rose’s gem, *snaps Centipeetle’s neck while Steven watches in glee* we’ll take care of protecting humanity, okay? We don’t want Rose’s only son to get hurt trying to summon his weapon!
Steven: Aw, man. *notices a Centipeetle raiding the fridge* Hey! Get out of there! Go on! Shoo! Shoo! Aw! they got into everything! Not cool! *Garnet punches and poofs it as he notices that the fridge is full of Cookie Cats* No way. I-it can’t be! Wha-where did you get these?! I thought they stopped making them!
Pearl: Well, we heard that, too, and since they’re your favorite…
Amethyst :We went out and stole a bunch.
Pearl: *grunts at Amethyst angrily* I went back and paid for them.
Garnet:The whole thing was my idea.
*retracts gauntlets back to her gems*
Amethyst: It was everyone’s idea.
Garnet:Not really.
Pearl :All that matters is that Steven is happy.
(Steven,overjoyed, sings the “Cookie Cat” song.)
(Gems burst out in laughter and applause.)
Steven: I can’t believe you did this. I’m gonna save these forever! Right after I eat this one. Hello, old friend. *bites into one* Oh, so good! (Steven’s gem begins to glow-Steven is oblivious while the Gems freak out.) I like to eat the ears first.
Amethyst :Uh, Steven…
Steven: Wha-? My gem!
Amethyst :Quick, try and summon your weapon!
Steven :I don’t know how! *panicking* Ah, its fading! How do I make it come back?!
Pearl :Calm down, Steven. Breathe, don’t force it.
Amethyst: Yeah, and try not to poop yourself either.
Garnet: Please, don’t.(The hint of a smile is visible on her face)
(Gem glow fades away, collective sigh.)
Steven: Ah, I was really close that time! Can one of you just explain how to summon a weapon?
Pearl :*singsong voice* Oh, I’ll go first!
[Trans. Ext. Hill with a blossoming tree whose petals are falling]
Pearl: Pay attention to these petals, Steven. The petals’ dance seems improvised, but it is being calculated in real time based on the physical properties of this planet. With hard work and dedication, you can master the magical properties of your gem and perform your own dance,just like Rose did! *summons spear* Like so.
[Trans. Ext. the Big Donut]
Steven: *picks up pile of petals and tosses them in the air* Wah!
Amethyst :Did Pearl tell you the “petal thing”?
Steven :Yeah, I need to practice really hard so I can dance like a tree… I think.
Amethyst :Listen Steven, all that practice stuff is just garbage. Whenever I really need to summon my weapon, it just happens. Like this!
(Amethyst summons her whip and breaks a garbage container in two.)
Amethyst :See? Didn’t try at all.
Lars :*runs out back and drops trash bag* Huh?! Again?!
[Trans. Ext. top of Crystal Temple near light house]
Steven: So I’m supposed to work really hard and not try at all at the same time?
Garnet :Yes. Or… you could link your mind with the energy of all existing matter. Channeling the collective power of the universe through your gem, which results in— *summons her gauntlets* At least that’s my way of doin’ it.
[Trans. Int. Beach House kitchen]
Steven: I think my best bet is to recreate what happened the last time my gem glowed. So… *points* Garnet and Amethyst were here. Pearl was next to the fridge. Hmm. Amethyst, I think your arms were crossed?
Amethyst :Okay, your majesty. *crosses arms*
Steven:And Pearl, your foot was like this. *moves it at the angle it was*
Pearl :I don’t think it works this way, Steven.
Steven: And Garnet, uh… *moves her face upward* Yeah.
Steven: Then I took a bite of this Cookie Cat. Oh, wait! I sang the song first. Uh, he’s a frozen treat, all new taste, interstellar war, now available at Ghurven’s. Aww, it was funnier last time. *sigh* Maybe I’m not a real Crystal Gem.
Garnet: *bends down next to Steven* Don’t be silly, Steven. Of course you are.
Amethyst :And you’re fun to have around, even if your gem is useless.
(Pearl glares angrily at Amethyst.)
Amethyst :I… mean, you’re one of us, Steven. We’re not the Crystal Gems without you!
(Garnet nods.)
Steven: Yeah, even if I don’t have powers, I’ve still got… Cookie Cat! *takes a bite* Mmm, so good.
(Steven’s gem glows then summons his shield, collective gasp.)
Pearl :*amazed* Steven, it’s a shield!
Steven :Whoa, what?! I get a shield?! Oooh… yeah!
(He accidentally launches his shield which ricochets around the room, breaking a TV.Amethyst bursts out laughing while Pearl puts her hand to her head.)
Pearl:Just like his Mother(shakes her head slightly)
Steven: Huh? Cookie Cat! I summon my weapon by eating ice cream!
Pearl :*picks up wrapper* What’s in these things?
(The house rumbles.)
Steven: What was that?
[Trans. Ext. Crystal Temple]
(The Gems and Steven look as the Centipeetle Mother and several other Centipeetles crawl up the temple.)
Garnet: It’s the Mother! *leaps towards it*
Pearl :Stay in the house, Steven!
Steven:No way, I’m coming too! *goes back to grab several Cookie Cats and freezer*
(The Gems chase the Mother which leads them to the back of the Temple and she attacks, the Gems take cover behind a broken hand statue as acid is pouring over the side.)
Amethyst :We could really use Roses’s shield right about now!
Steven: *chucks pebble at Mother* Hey! *plants freezer in ground* Leave them alone!
Gems(though Pearl is by far the most audible): Steven, no!
Steven :Cookie Cat Crystal combo powers, activate! *eats a Cookie Cat and nothing happens* Uh-oh. Aaaah! *retreats further back*
Pearl :We need to save Steven!
Amethyst :Can we save ourselves first?!
Steven:Goodbye, my friends. *eats several Cookie Cats and nothing happens* Why isn’t it working? *retreats once more*
Garnet: Steven! *holds back Mother’s pincers*
Steven: *sees destroyed freezer, gasps* No… Oh, no no no!… *slowly* Cookie Cat, he’s a pet for your tummy. Cookie Cat, he’s super duper yummy! *picks up freezer, more aggressively* Cookie Cat, he left his family behind! Cookie Caaat! *chucks freezer at Mother which shocks her, causing her to screech in pain* Now available… nowhere.
Amethyst: Yes!
Garnet:Gems, weapons!
(The Gems summon their weapons.)
Let’s do it.
(Gems burst from cover and attack all at once,Garnet leaps and pulls Steven out off the way of some poison. All Gems set to work,destroying the mother, a gem falls and Garnet bubbles it away.)
Steven:(Picking up a Cookie Cat wrapper) Farewell, sweet Cookie Cats. I’ll always remember the time we spent
together. *stomach rumbles* Shh, hush now.
Amethyst :Are you crying?
Steven: *shouts* Only a little!
Amethyst :Well, I guess your powers don’t come from ice cream.
Pearl :Of course they don’t come from ice cream. Don’t worry, Steven, I’m sure some day you’ll figure out how to activate your gem.
Garnet: Yes, in your own Steven-y way.
Steven: I’m okay guys. I just- *stomach rumbles* Ugh, I think I ate too many Cookie Cats.
(Gems laugh, Steven laughs anxiously, then retches.)
Amethyst: You may love the Cookie Cats,Steven, but I don’t think they love you.
[END]
I didn’t really change too much,since I found this to be a fairly solid episode,especially for a show now starting out.
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Universe Falls, Chapter 50, Part 2
HAHAHAHAHAHAH HERE WE GO KIDS ITS TIME FOR THE BIG ONE. ANd I really mean that seeing as how this chapter is like 33,000 words long. Seriously what the hell am I even doing with my life anymore??? Still this one turned out HELLA good in my opinion, so I really hope you enjoy it! And without any reason to keep stalling, here it is! :D
Previous: http://minijenn.tumblr.com/post/171705709469/universe-falls-chapter-50-part-1
Chapter 50, Part 2: A Tale of Two Stans
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The summer sun beamed down upon the murky ocean water, making it shimmer almost as it lapped onto the somewhat dirty shore. For any other beach, a pristine day like this would have seen countless beachgoers and tourists, but Glass Shard Beach didn’t often attract too many of those. What it did attract, however, was a pair of brothers, twins, around the age of 11 or 12, who lived in the sleepy nearby town. Whenever they could spare a few hours, the boys gladly rushed down to their favorite haunt, knowing that more often than not, they’d have the entire beach to themselves to simply run around and explore. A pastime that they were both gladly taking part in.
“Hey! Wait up!” the older of the twins called after his brother, trailing behind him a bit as they ran across the sandy shore.
“Heh, yeah, you should keep up,” the other twin retorted with a sly smirk, still taking a large lead.
“I-I can keep up!” the slower of the brothers called a bit breathlessly, though he stopped alongside his twin as they reached something neither of them had seen before: a small, closed-off cave. “Whoa!”
“Neato!” the younger twin exclaimed, aptly excited by such a find.
“A mysterious, boarded cave!” the older twin grinned, just as intrigued as his brother. “It might be filled with lost prehistoric life forms! Or Mesoamerican gold!”
“Or a dead body!”
“Why would you want to find a dead body?”
The younger twin shrugged, matching his twin’s rather bemused smile. “You gotta admit it’d be kinda cool.”
“…Yeah, I guess it would be.”
“So, ladies first,” the younger twin’s grin widened as he pushed his brother forward a bit. The older of the two laughed at this, giving his brother a playful punch on the arm, one that was quickly returned as the pair moved up to the cave itself. As it turned out, the entrance was boarded up quite securely to keep any trespassers out, hence why the older twin’s attempt at pulling them away only resulted in him falling backwards into the sand, much to his brother’s amusement.
“Ha! Good thing you’ve got your smarts, poindexter. I’ve got the other thing. What’s it called? Oh right! Punching!” And he proceeded to do just that, launching his fist through the boards and breaking a sizable opening through the wood, despite the pieces of the board stuck in his hand as a result. “Cool, splinters!”
“Whoa…” the older twin remarked, shining his flashlight into the darkened cavern. “It’s so creepy in here!”
“Hey, don’t worry, bro,” the younger twin slung an arm around his brother’s shoulder as they stepped into the cave. “Wherever we go, we go together. By the way, don’t forget to leave our names so they know who owns the place.”
They both did just that, inscribing their names on the stone wall near the entrance of the cave before they ran off to continue exploring, proudly cheering their last name in unison as they left a subtle, written declaration of their close-knit bond behind:
Stanley and Stanford Pines
Present Day
In the immediate aftermath of the complete and utter upheaval of reality as a result of the portal, the Mystery Shack was still settling back into place, though it was by far much worse for wear. The basement had by far suffered from the worst of it, the machine in complete shambles as everyone gradually picked themselves up and looked to who had just joined them from the other side of the portal, none other than the nearly-mythical author of the journals himself. Still, no one was quite sure how to react to his unexcepted arrival, save for Stan as he warmly stepped forward to greet his long-lost twin.
“Finally!” he exclaimed with a smile so huge and so happy that it nearly brought him to joyful tears. And really, he wouldn’t have been too surprised if they actually fell as he opened his arms up wide to embrace his brother, not noticing the infuriated glare he was receiving from his own twin as he rushed towards him. “After all these long years of waiting, you’re actually here! Brother!”
Before Stan could even come close to hugging the author, however, he suddenly lashed out, swinging a hard and heavy fist that connected with the conman’s cheek and knocked him back brutally, much to the admitted surprise of everyone watching. “Ow!” Stan hissed in pain before looking back to his brother with confused frustration. “What the heck was that for?!”
“This was an insanely risky move, restarting the portal!” the author exclaimed in gruff fury. “What in the world were you thinking?! Didn’t you read my warnings?!”
“Warnings, schmarnings,” Stan scoffed, still rubbing his sore cheek. “How’s about maybe a thank you for saving you from what appears to be, I dunno, some kind of sci-fi sideburn dimension?”
“Thank you?” the author asked incredulously. “You really think I’m gonna thank you after what you did thirty years ago?!”
“What I did?!” Stan retorted just as harshly, his hands clenching into threatening fists as he prepared to act on his own growing anger. “Why, you ungrateful-!” The conman didn’t finish as he launched himself at his brother, fists at the ready to strike though the author quickly and easily evaded his attack. He swiftly restrained the incensed conman, pinning his arms behind his back before slamming him to the ground, but even still, Stan showed no signs of giving up against his clearly much stronger brother. “D-don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you’re family!” he shouted, shoving the author off of him before scrambling to stand once more. The author also rose, ready to fight himself, though before the brothers could throw any more punches at each other, their blows were suddenly blocked off by a sturdy gauntlet on each side.
“Enough!” Garnet exclaimed as both punches simultaneously hit her protected palms. Stan simply backed off at this, sending a harsh glare past the Gem leader and to his brother instead. The author, on the other hand, seemed to abandon his fury as he looked to Garnet herself, his eyes wide with both surprise and recognition as he stared at her in clear amazement.
“G-Garnet?” he asked, catching a look of apt bewilderment from the Gem leader before he happened to notice her teammates standing nearby. “Pearl! Amethyst! I-I can’t believe it! You three look exactly the same as you did 30 years ago!” he exclaimed with a baffled, but still elated smile. “Then again, I suppose that’s not that surprising seeing as how Gems don’t age, but to see such partial immortality in action is downright incredible!”
Despite the author’s apparent excitement, none of the Gems shared in on it as they looked to each other in complete, dumbfounded confusion. Sure enough, Stan had confirmed that this man was indeed the author, but that didn’t mean they had much of a recollection about him given their apparent missing memories on anything remotely pertaining to him. All the same, out of anyone who could have been the elusive author, they had to admit that none of them, not even Garnet, had been expecting him to be Stan’s unknown brother, which of course, was yet another secret the conman had been hiding from them for all these years.
“Uh… do we… know you?” Pearl asked somewhat uncomfortably. After all, this was the man who had written copious notes about all three of them in his journals, despite them apparently not knowing him personally. Though based on how he addressed them, clearly he felt as though he was somehow quite familiar with all of them.
The author took pause at this, his smile fading into surprise as he looked between the trio of confused Gems. “Wha—o-of course you do! It’s me: Ford! We used to work together, remember?”
Once again, the Gems didn’t really know what to say to this claim as they looked to the author, or rather, to Ford in sincere uncertainty. “Uh… well we don’t know about all that,” Amethyst spoke up, still trying to avert eye contact with her teammates in light of everything that had just happened. “But I do know that if you really are author dude, then we’ve got like a ton of questions for you.”
“Namely, how in the world did you amass so much information about us in those journals of yours without our consent?” Pearl asked, narrowing her eyes as she looked to the author rather distrustfully.
“Without your con—what?” Ford asked, now just as confused as the Gems seemed to be. “I always had permission to document the Crystal Gems from all three of you, and from Rose! How do you not remember everything we-”
“Forget it, sixer,” Stan cut in, arms crossed as he rolled his eyes at his brother’s apparent distress over this news. “Those three don’t remember a thing about you. In fact they haven’t for about the past… oh, I dunno, 22 or so years now?”
“B-but why not?” the author pressed, sending his brother a brief glare before looking back to the Gems with much more concern.
“Heck if I know,” the conman shrugged. “The only thing Rose told me was that somebody went and jacked all their memories about you and about all of this,” he nodded back towards the ruined portal. “She never bothered to bring up how or why in any of it. Just like her to be as shady and vague as possible, if ya ask me.”
“W-wait,” Pearl interjected, aghast at such news. “Rose really did know what happened to our memories?! T-then why did she never tell us about any of this?!”
“Well, why don’t you just ask her for yourself?” Ford suggested. “In fact, if there’s anyone who can clear all of this up, then I’m sure its Rose. Where is she? Up at the temple?
The Gems once again fell silent at this, their expressions switching from confusion to despair upon the author’s assumption that the pink Gem was still around. At this juncture, the kids, who had only just been watching everything unfurl in silent shock, finally broke out of it enough to exchange a tentative glance, none of them really even knowing how to react to everything that was going on in front of them. But upon hearing Ford question about his mother’s whereabouts, Steven found that he could no longer really stand back in the shadows and keep the truth silent, especially given how distraught both the author and the Gems seemed to be.
“Um, actually…” Steven began somewhat apprehensively as he stepped forward. “She’s… not around anymore…”
Ford froze at this, looking over to the young Gem with wide eyes of shock upon hearing such a thing. “…What?” he asked, his voice strangely soft and shaken.
“He’s right,” Garnet spoke up, letting out a sad sigh as she adjusted her shades. “Several years ago, Rose Quartz sacrificed her physical form to bring her son, Steven, into the world.”
“Her… son?” the author asked, even more bewildered by this news as he looked back to the young Gem incredulously. “But… Gems can’t… how did she… I… I don’t believe it…”
“Um… well, i-its true,” Steven said with awkward, yet polite smile as he pulled his shirt up a bit to show the Gem on his navel, something that seemed to perplex Ford even more. As a result, the young Gem couldn’t help but feel somewhat guilty, though for what reason he wasn’t entirely sure. Still, he did his best to make an effort to try to set the clearly upset author to ease. “By the way, i-it’s… really nice to meet you, Mr. Author, sir.”
Ford hardly seemed to pay this warm greeting much mind as he placed a hand against his temple, still clearly reeling from this revelation. “I… I never thought that she’d… She… she can’t be gone…” he muttered shaking his head morosely. “I didn’t even get to tell her that I’m sorry for-” The author abruptly cut himself off at this, glancing up to notice the several pairs of eyes watching him, particularly the Gems themselves, none of whom still knew what to really make of him. Which was why he was quick to regain his composure, taking in a tight breath and discreetly wiping his nearly damp eyes dry before he quickly changed took the subject off of the now-deceased pink Gem. “Hm, w-well, it’s… unfortunate that Rose is… no longer with us,” he began with a steadying sigh of apparent acceptance as he spared another glance at the young Gem, this time offering him a slight smile of greeting. “But all the same, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well—er… um… what did you say your name was again?”
“Steven,” the young Gem reiterated with an amicable, patient grin.
“Right, Steven,” Ford nodded, his smile growing a bit, until he happened to notice the other pair of kids in the room, both of them looking to him in lingering amazement. As he did, his dejected manner quickly turned back into an aggravated one as he glanced back over at his brother. “Stan, you didn’t tell me there were so many children down here. And… some sort of large, hairless gopher?” he frowned, glancing over at Soos.
“Heh, I get that a lot,” the handyman chuckled, hardly offended.
“They’re your family, poindexter,” Stan remarked, nodding towards his, as well as Ford’s, nibblings. “Shermie’s grandkids. The colorful one’s Mabel and the sweaty one’s Dipper. You can figure out the rest.”
This news finally seemed to be enough to lift the author’s spirits completely as he looked towards the twins with a soft, but warm smile. “I-I have a niece and nephew?” he inquired, his manner quite cordial as he stepped forward to meet them properly. Excited by the opportunity to make his acquaintance, Mabel rushed forward first, eagerly shaking Ford’s extended hand. “Greetings… Mabel, was it?” he began, working off what Stan had told him as his niece brightly nodded. “Do kids still say greetings? I haven’t been in this dimension in a really long time…”
“Whoa, a six fingered handshake?” Mabel said, clearly impressed as she counted off his fingers to find that, sure enough, there were indeed six on each hand. “It’s a full finger friendlier than normal!”
“Heh, I like this kid!” Ford chuckled, amused. “She’s weird.”
“I… I can’t believe it…” Dipper finally spoke up in a stark whisper at first. For the longest time, he had been so lost in shock, from the portal opening, to Ford stepping out of it, to the confusion between him and the Gems, that he had still been trying to piece it all together and make sense of it. But in the midst of doing so, he had nearly forgotten one very vital thing: that one of the biggest mysteries of the summer by far had just been solved in the most unexpected of ways. “Y-you’re the author of the journals!”
“Oh, you’ve read my journals?” Ford asked, still smiling as he turned to his nephew and pulled the one he had claimed earlier out of his cloak pocket.
“I haven’t just read them, I’ve lived them!” Dipper exclaimed, beside himself with elation as he began to pace around frenetically. “I’ve been waiting for so long to meet you! I-I don’t even know what to say, I have so many questions! I-” He abruptly cut himself off, so overwhelmed by his excitement that he had nearly gotten to the point where he wasn’t able to even physically handle it as he weakly doubled over. “Ohhhh, I think I’m gonna throw up,” he groaned, prompting both Mabel and Steven to rush to his aid as he briefly gagged before trying his best to calm down. “Ugh, o-ok! False alarm! J-just gotta ride it out!”
“Listen, there will be time for questions and proper introductions later,” Ford advised before turning back to his brother. “But first, tell me, Stan: are there any security breaches? Does anyone else know about this portal?”
“No, just us,” Stan assured, arms crossed. “…Also maybe the entire U.S. government.”
“The what!?” Ford gasped, completely appalled to hear such alarming news. And sure enough, this fact still rang true, for the security feed in the other room showed that the swarm of agents had already returned to the shack and were flooding inside under Powers’ command.
“Fan out!” the head agent demanded. “We’re not going anywhere until we find Stan Pines, the Crystal Gems, and those kids!”
“Geez, those guys are still looking for us?!” Amethyst asked with an aggravated huff. “You’d think they’d give it a rest already!”
“Ok, it’s alright,” Ford said with an even sigh as he stepped back towards the portal’s remains. “We’ve got a while before they find this room. In the meantime, we just need to lay low and think of a plan.”
“Yes, and maybe while we’re at it we can try and figure all of this out…” Pearl noted, her expression still filled with dread and doubt at the thought that Rose had been keeping their lost memories hidden from them for so long.
“Speaking of figuring things out…” Mabel said leadingly as she looked towards both Stan and Ford. “Looks like we’re all gonna be stuck down here for a while. So… who wants to tell us their entire mysterious backstory?”
“Yes, I have some questions about all this myself, Stanley,” Ford remarked amidst taking down a few notes in the journal he had on hand. However, what he failed to notice was how confused everyone else was upon hearing him call the conman by such a name.
“Stanley?” Dipper questioned, looking to his uncle in apt wonder.
“But… your name is Stanford…” Mabel clarified with a frown, though Ford was quickly caught off guard upon hearing this as he turned to face his brother sharply.
“Wait, you took my name?!” he asked angrily. “What have you been doing all these years, you knucklehead?!”
“Wait, hold on!” Amethyst cut in, looking to the conman in upset surprise, her former feelings of betrayal towards him all quickly rushing back. “Are you serious?! First there’s all those fake IDs and stuff, then this portal thing, and now you aren’t even who I thought you were?! What the heck, Stan?! Just how many other things have you told me and everyone else over the years that just weren’t true!?”
Stan couldn’t help but flinch upon hearing the purple Gem’s incredibly harsh tone, but his guilt only grew upon catching the distrustful, sour glares from most of the others, including his own nibblings. “Yeah, Grunkle Stan, no more lies!” Dipper asserted firmly. “You owe us some answers. What’s the deal with this portal? Why did you keep this a secret?”
“And what exactly made you think it was anywhere near remotely safe to operate a device that could have potentially destroyed the entire universe as we know it?!” Pearl asked just as hotly, still clearly infuriated over that dire aspect of all of this.
“And what happened between you and your brother?” Mabel asked, mainly just wanting to know why there seemed to be so much bitterness and hostility between her two grunkles.
“I hope all this aligns exactly with my fanfic, Stan,” Soos said staunchly. “If not, I’ll be very disappointed. My headcanons are at stake!”
“Ok, ok,” Stan conceded, knowing that if there was any time for finally coming clean about everything, it would be now, in the aftermath of everything tearing itself apart. “I know a lot’s happened and I have a lot of explaining to do.”
“That’s an understatement.” Garnet remarked rather dryly.
“…And it’d be a lot easier if I was able to do that explaining without any sass,” the conman deadpanned before continuing. “So, here goes nothing. It all started… a lifetime ago…”
1960s
Glass Shard Beach was a small New Jersey town, not known for much save for its rather mediocre salt water toffee. Still, despite its murky ocean, litter-ridden beach, and smog-filled city, this humble setting was home to young Stanford and Stanley Pines, nearly identical twin brothers both around the age of 12. The boys lived above the family business, Pines Pawns, located in the heart of the less than glamorous Lead Paint district, with their parents, who were both natives of Glass Shard themselves. Their father, Filbrick Pines, was, by all accounts, a strict, staunch, stoic, unsympathetic man, one had very little warmth and kindness to offer to anyone, his customers and his family alike. Ma Pines was a bit gentler than her husband, though only really when it came to her sons; her own customers, who solicited her supposed clairvoyance as an over-the-phone psychic, often called her out for overpricing and lying, claims that she had a smooth enough tongue to often easily refute.
As for the brothers themselves, they really couldn’t have been more different. Stanford was not just the older of the two, but also, for lack of a better word, the stranger, in more ways than one. His most notable oddity was by far his six fingers on each hand, a very rare birth defect that was initially visible to just about everyone he met. However, what most were quick to learn about Ford right after that was that he was smart; more than smart really, he was brilliant, with an incredibly high IQ from even a very early age. While he excelled at really every subject academically, Ford found his interest namely in the oddities of the world, in the fantastic or supernatural anomalies he read about in books or saw in movies. He was fascinated in anything peculiar or unknown, and even more fascinated in trying to solve the mysteries behind such strangeness with a passion and zeal far beyond his years. Stanley, on the other hand, wasn’t much interested in mysteries or anomalies, his academic preformance was just barely average on a good day, and he only had a total of ten fingers as opposed to twelve. But even so, Stan carried other, less obvious talents, from his well-gained street smarts to his surprising haggling abilities, which served his father well in the pawn shop downstairs. Generally though, Stan was a bit more of a rambunctious troublemaker, often called out for being a slacker and a goofball, though he hardly cared about his often sour reputation. As far as he was concerned, he only needed one person by his side, and that was his brother.
And for the most part, that’s exactly how things were.
Throughout their shared childhood, Stan and Ford were inseparable, to the point that they were more than brothers, really; they were the very best of friends. No matter what the occasion, they always had each other’s backs, through thick and thin, always ready to stand up for one another or even just encourage one another when they needed it most. Their brotherly bond was practically unbreakable, something that was clear to see from just how much time they spent together. Nearly, every day, the boys set out to the beach, both of them always eager and ready for whatever adventure they came across, for they knew that whatever they faced, no matter how big or how small, they’d face it together.
On this particular day, the brothers had happened across an entirely new adventure, one that had taken them to a previously undiscovered cave on the far end of the beach. After punching through the boards blocking it off, Stan and Ford ventured inside, armed with only a flashlight as they explored the damp, darkened cavern, until they happened across something that, to the two young boys, was absolutely incredible.
“Whoa!” Ford exclaimed as he shined his flashlight over at the rather battered and time-weathered boat they had managed to find. “A shipwrecked sailboat, possibly haunted by pirate ghosts!”
“This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen!” Stan proclaimed, equally as amazed. “And I once saw a dead rat floatin’ in a bucket!”
“Ew!” Ford chuckled, giving his brother a playful shove. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Huh, you know what this thing needs?” Stan asked, giving the downed sailboat a scrutinizing glance. Ford also looked to it just as thoughtfully, before both brothers ended up reaching the exact same conclusion.
“Flags!”
And so they acted on that idea, using their own shirts as makeshift flags for the ruined vessel as they began to pull it out onto the beach itself, proudly chanting “kings of New Jersey” all the while. It took some doing, but eventually the brothers managed to push the boat onto the shore so they could have better light to work on it by, but their plan was clear: they were going to fix it up to the best of their abilities and set sail to wherever their hearts’ desired. It was an ambitious dream, perhaps even a bit of an outlandish, childish one, but even so, the brothers were intent on making it happen, no matter what.
And so the boys worked late into the afternoon on their new pet project, scrounging up any stray materials they could find across the beach to help them patch the beaten boat back together. They hardly even noticed the hours passing by or the rather impressive sunburns they were both getting in the summer heat as they worked and laughed together, inspired by the adventures they’d someday have on the open sea when their vessel was at last completed.
“You almost done over there, poindexter?” Stan asked, falling flat onto the sand out of exhaustion after he finished haphazardly fixing one of the boat’s many lower holes.
“Give me just a second and… done!” Ford grinned as he pulled his paintbrush away from the side of the boat, looking proudly to the vessel’s new moniker. “I dub thee: the Stan O’ War!” Before the brothers had a chance to celebrate this casual christening, however, their fun was abruptly cut off by a sudden pebble tossed to hit the back of Ford’s head. “Ow! What the heck?” he exclaimed, disgruntledly rubbing the now sore spot as both him and Stan turned to see who had thrown it. Neither of them were really surprised to see that it was the notorious local bully, Crampelter and his two cronies, standing atop the nearby hill looking over the beach as he smirked down at the two younger boys smugly.
“Well, well, if it ain’t the loser twins,” he mocked confidently. “Nice boat. Ya get it at the dump. Ha!” He laughed, exchanging a triumphant high five with his equally snide friends.
“You would know, Crampelter!” Stan growled hotly as he stood, shaking his fist at the bully. “Get lost!”
“Pfft, like you scare me, runt,” Crampelter deadpanned. “Listen, dorks, and listen good. You’re a six-fingered freak,” he began, pointing at Ford, who could only glance down in embarrassment as he tried to conceal his hands. “And you’re just a dumber, sweatier version of him,” he called Stan out next, though instead of being flustered, his harsh glare for the bully only intensified. “And you’re lucky you have each other, cause neither of you will ever make any friends!” Crampelter let out another goading chuckle as him and his friends departed, further calling the twins dorks and losers all the while. All the same, Stan ran after them a few steps, refusing to let such cruel teasing slide without getting the last word in.
“Yeah, that’s right! You better run, you jerks!” he shouted threateningly, though he put his anger on hold upon glancing back at his brother. In light of everything Crampelter had just said, the most Ford could really do was look down at one of his hands in clear shame over something he had no way of changing or fixing whatsoever. “Hey, don’t let those idiots get to you,” Stan hurried to comfort his brother, placing a supportive hand on his shoulder. “If it makes ya feel any better, I heard that Crampelter still sucks his thumb, so if that’s true, then you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Yes, I do…” Ford sighed rather morosely, forcing his sights away from his extra fingers. “He was right… I really am a freak… I just wonder if there’s anywhere in the world where weirdos like me fit in…”
Stan’s already sympathetic frown deepened upon hearing this, knowing that Ford being bullied for his six-fingered hands was no uncommon occurrence. Still, even though this kind of teasing happened rather frequently, Stan always hated seeing his brother so down and upset as a result of it, which was how he had gotten so good at lifting him up and comforting him from it over the years. “Aw, chin up, buddy,” he assured with a warm smile as he helped Ford up to stand alongside him. “Look out there,” Stan nodded towards the sea stretching out wide and seemingly endless before them. “What do you see?”
“Um… the ocean?” Ford ventured, not sure about where his brother was going with this.
“Well, duh, the ocean,” Stan rolled his eyes. “But you know what else is out there? The future. One of these days, you and me are gonna sail away from this dumb old town. We’ll hunt for treasure, get all the girls, and be an unstoppable team of adventurers!”
“Y-you really mean it?” Ford asked with a small, but growing smile.
“You know I do!” Stan boldly proclaimed. “It’ll be us forever, just like its supposed to be! High-six?” He offered his hand out to his brother, who gladly met it in their own special version of a high five.
“High-six,” Ford laughed, clearly feeling much better from the usual kind support from his brother. Still, the boys both took one more glance out over the open ocean before they went back to their boat, their shared resolve to set sail upon it together someday ringing as a clear, hopeful promise in both their hearts. A promise that, for as far off as it might be, seemed completely within reach for them both.
And it was a promise they continued to hold onto, even as the years went by.
Stan and Ford sticking together remained a constant throughout their middle school endeavors, their close companionship as apparent to everyone who encountered them just as much as their academic differences were. Ford consistently remained at the top of their class, with grades so high they baffled even most teachers, though despite several offers to skip a grade, or even two, he never did. For if he had, that would have left Ford without Stan and Stan without Ford, an outcome that neither of the brothers really ever wanted to see happen. After all, the boys were both picked on by both bullies and teachers alike so frequently, singled out for a variety of reasons: Ford’s six fingers, Stan’s rebellious attitude, or even the simple fact that they were always by each others’ sides, no matter what came their way. Still, the boys hardly minded their lack of friends aside from each other, even as they entered their high school years, for as long as they had each other, they knew they could make it through just about anything. From failed attempts at romance, to surviving arduous school work, to even just continuing work on the Stan O’ War, which was progressing more and more by the day, Stan and Ford always had each others’ backs. Through good times and bad, through successes and setbacks, the brothers knew above anything else, that they could always lean on each other to get through it all. And all the while, they continued dreaming of the future, of the day when their ship could finally set sail off into the unknown, but shining horizon, where opportunity and adventure awaited them both.
Until one fatefully day during the boys’ senior year of high school, when an unexpected wrench was thrown into the close-knit bond they had always known.
It had started out like any other day, with the twins sitting in study hall as usual. And as usual, Ford was hard at work on his studies, fervently reading and taking notes while Stan casually sat beside him, hardly engaged in any sort of academics as he instead reclined back in his seat and munched on his favorite snack of toffee peanuts. He was about to lean over to his brother and make a sardonic remark regarding his current boredom, but before he could, the PA blared with an announcement neither of the brothers had been expecting: “Pines twins to the principle’s office. Pines twins to the principle’s office.”
“Aw, great, what is it this time?” Stan remarked dryly, already pushing himself out of his seat. Ford followed him a bit apprehensively, expecting them to be called on account of something that his brother had gotten himself into some kind of unknown trouble. Though when they arrived at the office, they were quick to learn that this was apparently not the case.
“Not you,” the secretary stopped the brothers just shy of reaching the principles door, motioning for Stan to remain outside and Ford to go on in. “Him.”
The twins exchanged a rather confused glance at this, both of them knowing well that rare was the occasion that Ford ever did something wrong enough to actually get him in trouble. Still, Stan gave him a reassuring shrug as he took a seat outside the office, prompting Ford to head in on his own. Of course, he was even more surprised to find both of his parents sitting in front of the principle’s desk, their expressions all unreadable and expectant as they turned to face him. Ford took in something of an anxious breath as he took the empty seat in between his parents, folding his hands tightly in his lap as they all waited to hear what the principle had to say.
“Now, Mr. Pines, I’d like to speak to you very frankly, if I may,” the principle began, his manner still just vague enough to make Ford worry about what they had all been called here for.
“Very frankly is the only way I speak,” Filbrick remarked as coldly as ever.
“When it comes right down to it, you have two sons here,” the principle said matter-of-factly. “One of them is incredibly gifted, the other one is standing outside of this room and his name is Stanley.”
Ford couldn’t help but frown upon hearing this, more than used to hearing others hail Stan as the lesser of the two of them by now, though that hardly meant he approved of it. But before he could say anything to correct the principle’s rather disrespectful claims, his mother cut in instead. “What are you saying?” she asked, appropriately confused.
“I’m saying your son, Stanford, is a genius!” the principle proclaimed with a wide grin. “All his teachers are goin’ bananas over his science fair experiment! Ya ever heard of West Coast Tech?” he asked, handing Ford a pamphlet to the aforementioned school. “Best college in the country. Their graduates turn science fiction into science fact! The admissions team is visiting tomorrow to check out Stanford’s experiment! Your son may be a future millionaire, Mr. Pines.”
Upon hearing this, Filbrick’s usually staunch, stoic expression lifted into what almost looked like a genuinely pleased, proud smile. “I’m impressed,” he noted, something that only amazed Ford even more than the news that he was even being considered for a college as prestigious as West Coast Tech. In all honesty, he had never really considered college much before, largely since he had always assumed that his future would entail him and Stan finishing their boat and traveling the world with it. But now, that first dream seemed to be replaced with a new one, much more exciting one, one where he could really put his excessively high intelligence into practice, where he could apply his already innate scientific knowledge, where he could possibly even figure out a way to change the world for the better. And even beyond that, perhaps West Coast Tech could be a place where he could learn to fit in, somewhere where his IQ would be appreciated instead of picked on, somewhere where he could finally belong.
By all accounts, it was far too good of an opportunity to pass up. And yet… it wasn’t all as simple as it initially seemed as he was quickly reminded of the reality of it all.
“But what about our little free spirit, Stanley?” Ma asked with genuine concern for her other son’s future. Concern that Ford felt as well as he remembered that he wasn’t all alone in this, or anything else really. After all, the promise him and Stan had made as kids still rang true: where they went, they went together. But how could they hope to do that now, when only one of them had this chance to excel while the other one wouldn’t be receiving any such offer?
“That clown?” the principle scoffed apathetically. “At this rate, he’ll be lucky to graduate high school. Look, there’s a saltwater taffy store on the dock, and somebody’s gotta get paid to scrub the barnacles off of it. Truth is, Stanford’s goin’ places, while Stanley’s not. But hey, look on the bright side; at least you’ll have one son here in New Jersey forever.”
Unbeknownst to anyone inside the office, Stan had happened to overhear just about all of this from eavesdropping on the other side of the door. And suffice to say that a vast majority of it proved to be quite the blow to not just his self-confidence, but his hopes for the future as well. As he sank down to sit against the door, he put his head in his hands, fear filling him over the possibility that Ford might actually act upon this opportunity, that he might actually jump at the chance to leave him behind and move on to bigger and better things. True, Ford had never voiced the desire to really leave Glass Shard Beach outside of their plans to set sail on the Stan O’ War someday, but still, it was a fear that Stan just couldn’t shake, no matter how implausible it might be. In fact, it was a worry he had always secretly harbored, the idea that Ford might someday want something more than what they had planned, that they might end up parting ways, that their dynamic duo would suddenly somehow fall apart. That without him, he’d be left friendless, stagnant, and alone.
Still, Stan couldn’t know for sure what Ford really intended on doing until later that evening, when the brothers finally found a peaceful moment alone on the swing set at the beach. As their parents had proudly celebrated the opportunity that had dropped into Ford’s lap after the meeting with the principle, Stan had mostly hung back from it all in apprehensive silence, something that he fretfully found his brother not even paying any mind as he instead spoke with clear excitement over everything West Coast Tech had to offer. Excitement that already gave Stan a pretty good idea about what his brother wanted to do, as much as it pained him to think about.
All the same, he forced out a small, sardonic laugh as they sat together on the swings, the crisp warmth of the spring evening making things seem lighter than they really felt. “Ha, joke’s on them if they think you wanna go to some stuffy college on the other side of the country,” Stan remarked, the slightest hint of bitterness in his tone. “Once we get the Stan O’ War finished, it’s gonna be beaches, babes, and treasure hunting for us until we’re a pair of crusty old men, right?”
Ford hesitated upon hearing this, looking up from the pamphlet in his hands to his brother with a small, almost bittersweet smile. “Look, Stan, I can’t pass up a chance like this,” he began, deciding to be perfectly honest, though he could tell Stan wasn’t a fan of the idea based on his worried manner alone. “This school has cutting edge programs and multi-dimensional paradigm theory.”
“Beep-boop, I am a nerd robot,” Stan mocked, pulling off a robot pose to buffer his increasing aggravation with his brother. “That’s you, that’s what you sound like right now.”
Despite this teasing, Ford let out a brief chuckle, more than used to Stan’s playful joking by now. “Well, if the college board isn’t impressed with my experiment tomorrow, then… ok, I’ll do the treasure hunting thing with you.”
“…And if they are?”
“Well, then, I guess you better come visit me on the other side of the country, you knucklehead,” Ford grinned warmly, giving his brother a light punch on the shoulder before standing up to head home. All the same, Stan lingered on the swings for a bit after that, refusing to share the same hopeful manner as his brother, for he saw no hope in any of this. The only thing he really could see was something unthinkable: a future where Ford was accepted into that college, where he gladly left and stayed, likely settling roots there and creating a successful life for himself as a result of his scientific accomplishments. And on the opposite end, there Stan would be, without much of a chance to make any name for himself, much less any kind of sustainable income, stuck in Glass Shard Beach forever, stuck in lonely obscurity forever, stuck without his brother forever.
His grip on the sides of the swing tightened as he glanced over at the Stan O’ War, still sitting in its constant spot in the sand just a few feet away. For most of his youth, he had such ambitious dreams of the two of them jumping onto that boat the moment it was seaworthy, sailing wherever the wind took them and standing by each other throughout it all. Stan had always thought that Ford had shared those dreams, that they wanted the same thing: to stay together, no matter where they were. But now, that clearly wasn’t the case; they wanted different things, they had different dreams, and in the end, they were going to go their separate ways, no matter how much Stan wanted to keep them together.
And it infuriated him.
In fact, it enraged him so much that he couldn’t think of going home for the night just to hear his parents laud praise upon Ford for the successful future that awaited him. He couldn’t think of facing his brother, who had every plan of leaving him behind without so much as a second thought. He couldn’t think of going really anywhere else but school, where he knew all of these sudden troubles had first began. The gym was strangely unlocked for the night, as well as devoid of any security that the school was too cheap to hire, which allowed Stan easy access inside, where all of the science fair experiments were already set up for the following day. He had no real intentions in mind as he paced down the rows of tables hotly, bitterly snacking on his bag of toffee peanuts and seething to himself as he tried in vain to figure out how in the world Ford could even entertain the thought of breaking up their perfect, life-long team. But then, as he approached his brother’s experiment, a very impressive perpetual motion machine Ford had configured and built all on his own as a show of his vast scientific capabilities, Stan quickly realized exactly how he could. Because it was always all so easy for Ford while it had always been a struggle for Stan. Because success had really always been dangling right in front of Ford’s face, and only now had he actually realized he could take it, but only to Stan’s detriment. Because clearly, Ford really was the better of the two, while Stan was anything but.
“Ugh! This is all your fault, you dumb machine!” he growled, pouring all of his mounting frustration into the experiment before him, the very thing that would certainly prove to be Ford’s ticket into West Coast Tech the following day. And as that frustration reached his height, Stan lashed out, slamming his fist down onto the table it was sitting on, only for the machine to react almost immediately to the blow. A small piece of metal on its side came clattering off, a slight plume of smoke rising up from its internal mechanisms as a result, showing that clearly, something was wrong with it. “Oh no!” Stan gasped, dropping his snack and instantly regretting his mistake as he frantically looked over the damaged machine. “W-what did I do?! I-I didn’t mean to-” He cut his initial panic off with a steadying gasp as he looked to the machine again, not having any idea about what to do to fix it other than simply reattaching the piece that had fallen off. “T-There,” he sighed, noting that the machine looked like it was running as it should be. “Alright, good as new. Probably.” Unsure of what else to do, Stan hurriedly put a nearby tarp over the experiment and promptly left, hoping that Ford wouldn’t notice. And really, how could he? After all, it was fixed, there was nothing to worry about. Except there was.
For the next day, Ford arrived to the gym just on time, well-dressed, ready and eager to meet with West Coast Tech’s admission board. He took in a deep, steadying breath as the stoic group approached, knowing that his entire future depended on this one, integral moment; still, he strangely wasn’t all too worried. He was certain that his perpetual motion machine would be more than enough to impress the board and grant him the highly coveted scholarship that would finally set him down a path far greater than any he had ever imagined before.
“Alright, kid,” the head advisee said, his tone rather cold as he looked to Ford, initially unimpressed. “Show us what you got.”
“O-ok,” Ford nodded, putting on the most confident smile he could muster. “Well, what if I told you that the future of technology was beneath this sheet?” His smile widened a bit as he removed the tarp from his experiment, only for the board members’ expressions to remain as apathetic as before.
“I’d say we wasted a car trip,” the head advisee remarked, glancing between Ford and his experiment in staunch disapproval.
“What?!” Ford flinched, quickly looking back towards his machine only to find that it was completely still, with not so much as even a spark of energy coursing through it whatsoever. “T-that’s impossible! It was stable yesterday! A-a fuse must have blown or something!”
“Kid, a perpetual motion machine has one job: to not stop,” the head advisee said, swiftly crossing Ford’s name off their candidate list. “I don’t think you’re West Coast material.”
Ford gasped at this, initially dumbfounded in disbelief as the board members walked off, taking his one chance for any real excellence with them. “N-no! Wait!” he pleaded desperately as he began to hurry after them. “Just give me another chance! I worked so hard! Please, I-” He stopped short as he happened to step on something lying on the gym floor: an empty bag of toffee peanuts. And while at first Ford hadn’t the faintest idea about how his machine might have suddenly malfunctioned at the very worst of times, as he picked that bag up, he had no doubts about what, or rather who had ruined everything for him in one fell swoop.
Despite his lingering worries concerning Ford and his experiment, Stan had mostly managed to push such worries out of his mind by that night. True, he was still dreading the inevitable revelation that Ford was accepted and that come next fall, he’d be gone, but even if that did happen, there was still some time. Perhaps a few months would be all he’d need to convince his brother to change his mind, a few months to finish the Stan O’ War and set out upon it, a few months for everything to return to the way it was supposed to be.
The only problem with such wishful thinking was that it was just that: wishful thinking.
For as Stan reclined on the living room couch casually paddle balling away while watching TV, he failed to hear Ford fiercely enter the house until his brother came to stand between him and the television, clearly seething with rage. “Hey, what’s the word, Sixer?” Stan asked with a smile of greeting, one that quickly faded into confusion upon seeing just how apparently furious his brother was.
“Care to explain what this was doing next to my broken project?!” Ford growled as he held the bag of toffee peanuts up, instantly telling Stan everything he needed to know about what had happened.
“Uh…. O-ok…” Stan began quite awkwardly as he stood, unsure of how to really explain it all in a way that wouldn’t set Ford off even more. “So, I might have… a-accidentally been horsing around, and-”
“This was no accident, Stan,” Ford snapped bitterly. “You did this! You did this because you couldn’t handle me going to college on my own and leaving you here all by yourself! And now because of you, any chances I had for getting into West Coast Tech are completely destroyed, just like my project!”
“Look, it was a mistake!” Stan countered earnestly. “I didn’t mean to bust your thing up, I-I promise!”
“Do you honestly expect me to believe you!?” Ford argued sharply, his hands in tight fists at his sides. “Ever since I got this offer yesterday, you’ve done nothing but complain about it and try to talk me out of it! Honestly, I should have expected you to try and sabotage me like this just to keep me tied down to you!”
“Whoa, hold on, what?!” Stan shot back, narrowing his eyes at his brother. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Up until yesterday, you seemed totally fine with being ‘tied down to me’, but when the first offer for something ‘better’ drops into your lap, you jump on it without a second thought! What, did you just forget that the two of us have spent our entire damn lives together or something?!”
“Well of course I haven’t! But be reasonable, Stanley! We’re almost adults, for crying out loud! Its time for both of us to move on and live our own lives! We can’t stay attached to each other at the hip forever!”
“Easy for you to say! You’re the one who’s actually going places! If they had let you into that fancy nerd school, then I would have been stuck here in boring, deadass New Jersey for rest of my life all by myself! But hey,” Stan let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he attempted to calm down. “If you think about it, m-maybe there’s a silver lining to all this, huh? Treasure hunting?”
Ford was silent for a moment upon hearing this, his expression awash in disbelief as he stared at his brother in shock over such a callous request before exploding in absolute anger. “Are you kidding me?! Why would I ever want to do anything with the person who sabotaged by entire future?!” At this, Ford found he could no longer contain his frustration as he acted upon it physically, shoving Stan hard back into the couch. Or rather, right into their father as he happened to enter the room, far from pleased over everything he’d just overheard.
“You did what, you knucklehead?!” Filbrick hissed, griping his son by the front of his shirt as he glared at him relentlessly.
“Stanley?” Ma asked tiredly as she entered the room, her young grandson bundled up and crying in her arms. “What’s goin’ on in here?”
“I’ll tell ya what’s goin’ on in here,” Filbrick remarked hotly, his threatening scowl enough to frighten Stan to the core. “Your little ‘free spirit’ here just ruined Stanford’s chances into getting’ into that fancy college! Ain’t that right?” he snapped over at Ford, who’s tune had quickly changed from anger into sudden fear over just how infuriated his father seemed to be.
“I-I… uh, w-well…” he stammered, looking between Filbrick, and Stan, who was silently, desperately pleading with him to disprove it. Something that, in light of just how much his brother had cost him, Ford found he simply couldn’t do.
“Ah, forget it,” Filbrick scoffed over his other son’s apprehensive silence. “I already heard the whole damn thing. Which means its time to do what I should’ve done a long time ago…”
“W-wait!” Stan begged as his father roughly dragged him downstairs. Ford gasped at this, unsure of what their father really intended on doing, which was why he promptly followed a safe distance behind them to see for himself. “No! I-I can’t explain! It was a mistake!”
“The only mistake around here is you!” Filbrick yelled as he tossed Stan outside onto the curb hard. “Your brother was gonna be our ticket out of this dump! All you ever do is lie and cheat and ride off your brother’s coattails. Well this time you cost our family potential millions! And until you make us a fortune, you ain’t welcome in this household!”
With this, Filbrick threw a full duffle bag at his now disowned son, showing not the slightest bit of empathy or pity as he prepared to slam the door on him. However, right before he could, Ford, acting on impulse alone, happened to intervene. “W-wait!” he exclaimed, stepped up behind his father. “D-Dad, you… you can’t… S-Stan wasn’t… he didn’t mean to-”
“Oh what? All the sudden you wanna defend him?” Filbrick scowled as he stood over his other son rather imposingly. “If ya feel so ‘sorry’ for him, then why don’t you just pack up and join him on the street seeing as how neither of you are ever gonna amount anything now that-”
“Filbrick!” Ma swiftly interupted as she stood at the end of the stairs, tears in her eyes despite her severe expression over her husband’s harsh actions. At this, Filbrick finally seemed to quell his rage, though just a bit as he turned to slam the door behind him, not sparing a word to either Stan or Ford as he solidified his decision.
“Wait, no!” Stan cried one last time as he scrambled to pick himself up off the ground. “Ford, tell him he’s being crazy!” He looked to his brother pleadingly, only to receive a look of both shame and betrayal all at once. Ford hung back, clearly terrified to rock the boat with their father again, lest he be kicked out just as Stan was, something that he understood well, but couldn’t take all the same. “F-Ford?” he tried once again as Ford slowly turned away from him, his shoulders hunched with regret as he refused to look his brother in the eye, even one last time. “D-don’t leave me hangin’… High six?” he offered his hand with a weak smile, one that was never returned as Filbrick finally slammed the door on him, shutting him out of his home, out of his family, just like that.
And for a moment, the most Stan could really even do in light of this was simply stand there, nearly on the verge of tears as he realized he had just lost everything in one fell swoop. Yet that wasn’t even the worst part of it all. The worst part, was that, despite his first meager attempt to stop this, in the end, Ford had still chosen everything else over him. Which meant that now, he really was all alone, just as he had feared.
“F-fine,” Stan began, forcing his grief out in place of anger as he gripped the bag his father had apparently packed for him in anticipation of kicking him out. Yet another sign of just how little he clearly meant to his own family, he assumed. “I can make it on my own! I don’t need you! I don’t need anyone!” he shouted back at the closed off house, hoping that his father and especially Ford could hear him. “I’ll make millions and you’ll rue the day you ever turned your back on me!” Without sparing any of them another word, Stan abruptly turn and got into his car, speeding away from his former home as fast as he could. All the same, before he turned off the block for good, he couldn’t help but spare one final, remorseful glance at everything he was leaving behind, knowing that despite his father’s refusal to listen to reason, despite his brother’s hesitance to stand up and defend him, despite all of the guilt he could just as easily place on everyone else, he only had himself to blame.
Which meant that the only one he could depend on to fix it all was himself.
And so, after a sleepless night spent in his car, Stan set out to do exactly that. With no real plan for sustaining himself in mind, he decided to go with the best thing he could think of: treasure hunting. Of course, the Stan O’ War was still a ways off from completion, and without Ford’s help, Stan doubted that it would ever really be seaworthy. So instead, he decided to begin his search for wealth right on Glass Shard Beach itself. Armed with only a metal detector, he began combing the shore, hoping that somewhere buried deep beneath it would be the treasure that would prove to his entire family that he was so much more than screw up they thought him to be. Unfortunately, despite his thorough efforts, the most the shore really had to offer were discarded cans and other such assorted litter, things that certainly weren’t going to get him anywhere close to rich any time soon.
What did have a chance at getting him rich was something Stan hadn’t really considered before, but was instantly inspired to do upon spotting a well-placed billboard near the beach: becoming a traveling salesman. With no home or family to tie him down any longer, Stan found that he was easily able to throw himself into the on-the-go entrepreneur lifestyle as he began his very first lone business venture: Stan Co. Enterprises. He worked out of his car, going door to door at first and selling home and personal products from vacuums to coat hangers to everything in between, all made out of the cheapest materials he could possibly amass so he could make the biggest profit possible in return. After he had made a decent amount of money, Stan began advertising his wares on late-night infomercial spots, which he was glad to see boosted his sales even more. However, what the young salesman hadn’t been anticipating was that his customers wouldn’t be satisfied with the rather poor quality of his wares. One item in particular, the Sham Total, caught the ire of its users, as, instead of removing stains like it was promoted to do, its cheap dye only served to make them much, much worse. Stan quickly learned about his customer’s frustration firsthand as they swarmed his market stand on the boardwalk as an angry mob, complete with riotous demands for refunds and pitchforks in hand. Fortunately for Stan, he had sold them said pitchforks, and they were all just about as faulty and defective as any other product he offered, which allowed him to make a clean getaway, without returning any of their money to them whatsoever.
Of course, such fraud and essential theft was highly illegal in the state of New Jersey, but Stan only narrowly avoided jailtime for it in exchange for never entered the state again. The young salesman hardly even cared as he left his home state for the last time, officially banned from it as he ventured into Pennsylvania, wisely changing his name so that he could keep his still-fledgling business intact. Still, Stan, or as he now referred to himself, Steve Pinington, had hardly learned his lesson when it came to selling defective products, for despite his Rip-Off brand bandages being advertised to not give users rashes, they did exactly that. After just a few short weeks, Stan was effectively driven out of Pennsylvania and onto the next state, changing his name yet again in the process.
And so things continued in a similar process for the next several years. After realizing that his attempts at playing entrepreneur weren’t working to make him much of a profit, Stan decided to try his hand at various other get rich quick schemes. From betting on horse races, to trying his hand at the lottery, to money laundering scams, to even getting involved with mobs and cartels, he tried just about everything he could think of to make his way in the world. Of course, getting a regular job would have been much easier, but he was quick to find that most places had no interest in hiring a high school dropout with a rapidly growing criminal history to his name, or rather names. It had been quite some time since he had gone by Stanley Pines, and in its place were several other conjured IDs thought up throughout his travels: Stetson Pinefied, Hal Forrester, Andrew “8-Ball” Alcatraz, and those were just a few of the false identities he fabricated, identities that allowed him to travel across the country, and in a few cases even outside of it, as he pleased. True, it wasn’t always easy; living out of his car was far from glamorous, money for food, or for anything else really, wasn’t often guaranteed, and he had made more than a few enemies in his misadventures, from law enforcement officers to thugs and gangsters. But even despite all of the struggles, he was his still own man, finally cut loose from being just “Ford’s brother” as he had been known throughout his entire youth. And while acting on his own and having to fight all his own battles carried plenty of problems of its own, Stan kind of preferred it like that.
After all, with no one in the world left to rely on, not even his own twin brother, that meant that the only one he could rely on was himself.
Present Day
Seeing that the kids in particular were rather overwhelmed by the lengthy story he was detailing for them, Stan decided to take a brief break, though only really to counter the sullen scowl Ford was sending his way. Even the Gems were just as quick to notice the tension between the two brothers, but neither of them really said anything on it seeing as how they were still very eager to learn what their apparent part in all of this was. Yet even so, they had been paying attention thus far, something that, out of all three of them, Pearl was the one to prove as she spoke up, giving the conman something of a critical frown.
“So I suppose all that time ‘on the run’ explains those fake IDs of yours we found?” she asked somewhat caustically.
“Oh, gee, I dunno, Pearl,” Stan deadpanned, clearly in no mood to contend with both her and Ford at the same time. “Maybe all those IDs belong to some other guy who got kicked out of his family and had to run around all over the country for over ten years just to get by.”
Pearl simply let out a disgruntled scoff upon hearing this, one that Ford lightly echoed as he shook his head in obvious disapproval of his brother’s sarcasm. Still, Stan hardly paid either of them any mind as he happened to glance over at Amethyst, who remained in sullen silence as she glared away from him, arms crossed and expression sour. He was half tempted to address her, to apologize from everything he had harbored from one of his closest friends for long, but before he could get the chance, Steven interjected.
“Wow…” he said with a sympathetic frown for Stan and Ford after pondering all they had just heard. “What happened between you guys… it’s… it’s really sad…”
“It sure is!” Mabel quipped just as fretfully before trying her best to perk up a bit. “I know exactly what you two little broken teacups need: to hug it out!” She grinned brightly, looking between the brothers as they stood a good distance away from each other, their backs turned and their expressions petulant as the refused to do anything of the sort. “Hug it out!” Mabel tried again, this time a bit less insistently as her smile started to falter. “H-hug train’s coming in the station! Hugapalooza! Two thousand!”
“Uh… m-maybe you guys just need a good example?” Steven offered a bit less excitably. “It’s easy, all you have to do is open your arms out wide and-” The young Gem finished by pulling both Mabel and Dipper into a sudden hug, one that the former gladly welcomed, despite her surprised blush, though the latter was by far less enthusiastic about.
“Ugh, you guys, come on,” Dipper scowled as he pulled himself away from the pair, averting their confused glances rather bitterly. “Knock it off. Now isn’t the time to be messing around, ok?”
“Aw, but come on, bro-bro, we were just-” Mabel found herself abruptly cut off by the hand her brother put up, making it quite clear that had no interesting in addressing either her or Steven at the moment. And they both had a heavy hunch about what the exact reason for such staunch avoidance really was, as much as it worried them both.
Instead, Dipper turned his attention over to Ford since he was by far more curious about whatever the author’s intriguing, unknown past might have entailed than Stan’s history of lying and deceit. “So wait, what about you?” he asked curiously. “Did you end up going to your dreams school?”
Ford let out a rather frustrated sigh at this, paired with an irritated glare that was clearly intended for Stan in light of what had transpired between them years ago. “Not exactly…”
Early 1970s
Backupsmore University was far from being anything close to a prestigious college, placed in a small town only a few hours outside of Glass Shard Beach, with a subpar enrollment number and mediocre programs and facilities. However, given that his chances for getting into any ivy league school like West Coast Tech had been all but ruined, Ford had found that he really had no other choices when it came to his higher education. Backupsmore, while quite underwhelming, had at least offered him a decent academic scholarship, one that he begrudgingly took in the hopes that he could at least advance his future somehow. Besides, anything that got him out of Glass Shard Beach and out from his under father’s almost oppressively strict thumb, Ford considered to be a plus.
Still, that didn’t mean he was exactly excited about venturing off into his college career on his own. For the entire summer after Stan had been kicked out, Ford often found himself lost in a sea of unanswerable “what ifs”. What if he had been accepted into West Coast Tech? What if Stan hadn’t been kicked out? What if things between the two of them hadn’t been completely torn apart over one simple instance neither one of them could have ever really predicted?
Or more than that, what if he had the courage and the nerve to stand up to his father, to walk right out that door and join his brother in an uncertain, but still united future?
Truthfully, he’d never know. Because on that family-shattering night, Ford had made his choice, just as Stan had made his choice to take away his chances for a securely successful future out of spite. And his choice to walk alone and forge his own path to success was one he was determined to stand by, no matter what.
But all the same, forging that path was far from easy work. Ford threw himself into his studies from day one of his freshman year, relentlessly pouring over any book that came his way and acing every single exam he took. He quickly gained a reputation on campus as “the six-fingered genius”, as well as a plethora of other goading nicknames, though Ford paid none of them any mind. He had long since given up on the endeavor of a social life in favor of his academic pursuits, in which he was making great strides. It wasn’t always smooth sailing; Backupsmore didn’t often know how to handle a student as high preforming as Ford, but even so he managed to advance through his undergraduate program three years ahead of schedule, an outstanding record for anyone at the college by far. His graduate studies were every bit as successful, with tireless, sleepless days and nights spent working on his master’s thesis, one that was impressive enough to gain recognition and adulation on a national scale. By the time Ford finished his studies with multiple PhDs under his belt, the university awarded him with what was by far the highest honor he could have hoped for: a substantial grant for $100,000, intended to fund any research endeavor of his choice.
To Ford, it was like a dream come true. So much work, so much time, and so much effort, and through it all he had cultivated the means to finally go out and explore literally anything his heart desired. Excitement practically overwhelmed him in the weeks following graduation as he tried to figure out exactly what scientific pursuit he wanted to follow with this hefty grant. In all honesty, there were so many options available to him, from aerodynamic physics, to theoretical astronomy, to advanced robotics, and literally everything in between. And yet, as the fresh graduate pondered over his abundant choices, his mind often wandered back to his own six-fingered hands every time he so much as glanced down at them. Throughout his childhood and teen years, even a good portion of his college experience, his polydactylism had often been a stimulus of sour ridicule towards him from his peers. And yet… for as odd and sometimes off putting as he often say his apparent defect, Ford couldn’t deny that there was an element of unique strangeness to it, to the point that it could certainly be classified as an anomaly of sorts. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he was far from the only anomaly out there; certainly, the world was filled with incredibly strange things, the likes of which no one had ever seen before, just waiting to be discovered and studied and reported on by someone intrepid enough to seize such a challenge. And fortunately for Ford, he was more than intrepid and dedicated enough to take on such a bold, untapped field, all on his own.
With his mission in mind, all that was really left was for Ford to pick a base of operations for his research. Ideally, it would be somewhere where reports of oddities and bizarre sightings were common, highly concentrated even, so that his research could be contained to one set geographical place. And, after some intensive investigations, Ford eventually managed to pinpoint a place that had exactly that, a small Oregonian town, one that rarely even made an appearance on most maps at all, yet by all accounts, seemed to be home to countless unknown anomalies never seen or heard of before:
Gravity Falls.
And so, that’s exactly where he went. With his grant check in his pocket and purpose in his heart, Ford set out on the long, cross-country drive to Oregon, ready to begin his search for the unknown. Upon his initial arrival, Gravity Falls didn’t seem that notable; just a little lumberjack town, nestled within a cozy little valley of deep pine forests and populated by what appeared to be average, unassuming people. However, as the young researcher drove in closer to the town, he happened to notice one particular facet about it that made him pull his car to a stop and stare in apt amazement.
From an initial glance, it appeared to be some sort of statue, rising high above the town from the tall cliff face it was carved into. The statue was carved into the shape of a woman, massive and stately, with several arms with palms held up towards the sky, and a mask of two stoic, yet steadfast faces. Needless to say that Ford was completely awestruck upon seeing such a monument, and already, his curiosity was peaked for whatever secrets it, as well as the rest of this seemingly normal town might hold.
In fact, his interest about this statue was so peaked that he ended up purchasing a plot of land in the forest just down the hill from it to build his new home, or rather, his base of operations on. His grant money would be more than enough to cover the construction costs, leaving Ford to begin his initial investigations. Of course, he didn’t have to look very far for any strangeness, for not but a day after he had arrived, a massive, wooden hand emerged from the depths of the forest and swept his car away entirely. While normally, he would have been distraught or even outraged at the loss of his main method of transportation, Ford couldn’t have been any more excited by this sign that truly, something bizarre, maybe even supernatural lurked within this odd little town.
In fact, as the days passed on into weeks, Ford only began to spot even more oddities betwixt the forests of Gravity Falls, to the point that it was quickly becoming clear that he wouldn’t be able to keep the reports of his findings restrained to the small notebook he had brought along with him. And so, in order to properly document the fascinating strangeness he happened across every day, the young researcher decided it would be best to chronicle it all within a series of journals-
Present Day
“AHHHH!”
Ford cut his ongoing narration off at this absolutely elated squeal, one that had, much to everyone’s surprise, had come from Dipper. “The journals!” he exclaimed, heavily excited over the mere mention of the long-unknown origin of the trio of books. His enthusiasm quickly quelled into embarrassment however, upon noticing that the others were all looking to him rather awkwardly, all of them apparently caught off guard by his interruption, including the author himself.
“Oh, uh… s-sorry,” Dipper quickly apologized, suppressing a flustered blush as he averted eye contact with the others. “I-I, um, just got… kinda excited there… a-about the journals… k-keep… keep talking.”
Another beat of tentative silence passed in light of this, but it soon came to an end as Ford continued right where he had left off. “So as I was saying, I began to keep a journal-”
“AHHHHH!” Dipper inadvertently interupted Ford once again, unable to contain his excitement over the books even a second time, though he forced himself to be calm as Garnet patiently shushed him so Ford could go on.
“Just going to ignore that,” the author said staunchly as he dove right back into telling his compelling tale.
1970s
With his journals serving as the idea way to document all of the countless anomalies he came across, Ford finally began to investigate the unique oddities of Gravity Falls in depth, and he was far from disappointed with what he saw. From floating eyeballs, to cursed doors, to even the surprisingly large population of gnomes dwelling deep within the woods, the unexpectedly incredible little town had so much strangeness to offer, both supernatural and otherwise. And yet, for all of the anomalies he found on his frequent forays deep into the forest, there was still one mystery that baffled the young researcher as the weeks of his time there passed into months. A mystery that was only a short walk right up the hill from his very own home.
And after months of being preoccupied by smaller, more cursory explorations, Ford decided that perhaps it was finally time to look into that massive, almost ethereal statue for himself. He started his investigation by asking around town about it, but none of the rumors he heard seemed to bear much weight, including whispers of women who changed their shape and could pull weapons out of stones on their bodies. So in light of having so little to go off of, Ford decided on one crisp autumn day that if he wanted answers to this curiosity hanging almost literally right over his head, he’d just have to find them for himself.
While the young researcher wasn’t exactly sure what he had been expecting to find, what he ended up encountering during that trudge up the hill towards the statue gave him quite a scare. For as he was writing down some cursory notes in his journal on his way up to the statue, Ford suddenly found himself pushed abruptly to the ground by a creature that was quite unlike any he had encountered in Gravity Falls thus far. It was a large, lumbering monster, with multiple limbs and a semi-gelatinous form, though what was quite interesting about it was the fact that it possessed what appeared to be some kind of sparkling stone in place of where its face should have been. For a moment, the most Ford could do was stare at this creature in both amazement and fear as it stood over him, growling ferally, but as quickly as it had pinned him down, it reared up on its hind legs, ready to crash down hard. And yet, before it could, something bright, fast, and pink rammed into its side, abruptly shoving it off the frightened young researcher. As disoriented as he was, Ford only had a moment to pick himself up into a sitting position and readjust his askew glasses before looking over to his saviors, who only managed to baffle him even more.
A group of four women had descended seemingly out of nowhere, each of them bearing some form of deadly combat weapon as they fought the gelatinous creature head on. The smallest of the bunch, short and almost childlike in statue and oddly predominantly purple in coloration, lashed a spiked whip out at the beast, wrangling it down securely. This gave her supposed teammate, a lithe, limber woman with porcelain white skin and a smooth stone of the same color on her forehead, a chance to swoop in with a courageous battle cry, a spear in hand as she skewered the monster down to the ground. From there, another one of the group, a taller woman with a cubical black afro and heavily-fortified battle gauntlets, delivered a powerful right hook to the creature, further incapacitating it to allow the last member of this apparent team to finish the job. By her presence alone, it was easy to tell that she was the leader, tall yet oddly genteel in her appearance, from her elegant white gown to her mass of pink, perfect ringlet curls as she stepped forward almost solemnly, an impressive claymore of a blade in one hand and a shimmering shield over her other. And then, as she stood right before the writhing creature, she lashed out, her sword cleanly hitting its mark; with a simple twist of the blade, the monster’s form completely dissipated, leaving only its bizarre stone behind. The pink-haired woman placed her hand over it, somehow forming a small, shimmering bubble around it before making it disappear into thin air before she turned to address her teammates.
“Excellent work, Gems!” she congratulated warmly, the other three clearly soaking up her adulation as their weapons seemed to vanish in bursts of sparkles. “It hardly took us any time at all to beat that one! Like I always say, its easier when we work together.”
“It certainly is…” the pale woman grinned proudly, intertwining her hand with her leaders, much to the smallest member’s playful annoyance.
“Aw, c’mon, Pearl, if you wanna have your ‘special time’ with Rose, then get a room,” she remarked, teasingly sticking her tongue out, much to the pale woman’s embarrassment. Still, the other two let out amused chuckles at this, though the second tallest one stopped short upon spotting Ford, who was still stuck on his spot as he started at them in immense awe and curiosity to learn more about these mysterious warrior women.
“Rose,” the taller Gem nudged her leader’s free arm, nodding in the young researcher’s direction. At this, the pink haired woman glanced over her shoulder, surprised at first, though her admittedly lovely expression soon broke out into a wide, cordial grin.
“Oh! Hello, there!” she greeted brightly as she turned to face him fully, revealing the bright pink gemstone where her exposed naval would have been. All the same, she headed over to him, her teammates following close behind as she extended a hand out to help him up. “I hadn’t noticed that monster was attacking a human! Looks like we got here just in time. Are you alright?”
For a moment, Ford couldn’t seem to find any words to say to the impressive woman before him, largely since he was so awestruck by whatever she apparently was. Of course, she had set the distinction herself that she wasn’t human, despite her very human-like appearance, which only made him wonder about her and her friends all the more as he took her hand somewhat apprehensively. “Uh, I-I… um… n-no—I-I mean, y-yes! Yes, I am,” he nodded as he rose to stand somewhat unsteadily, surprised by just how small he felt compared to the very tall woman before him.
“Pfft, doesn’t look alright,” the small, purple girl remarked with a sly sneer as she elbowed her paler teammate. “Pretty sure this one’s broken, don’t ya think, Pearl?”
“Oh please, Amethyst,” the pale woman scoffed, crossing her arms as she stole a somewhat disdainful glance at the young researcher. “Humans can’t break, isn’t that right, Rose?”
“Well, they can,” the pink haired woman chuckled. “But I don’t think this one is, are you?”
“Um… I don’t… believe so…” Ford replied, rather confused by such an odd question. In all honesty, he wasn’t entirely sure how to properly carry himself in front of such odd, yet ethereal women, but all the same, they seemed friendly enough. Which was a relief given some of the more dangerous creatures lurking in the woods around Gravity Falls.
“Could’ve fooled us,” the second tallest Gem remarked, her tone staunch and stoic.
“So, you got a name, not-broken human?” the purple girl asked quite casually, rocking back and forth on her feet.
“Oh, I-I… it’s Stanford. Stanford Pines,” he said as solidly as he could, extending a hand out for them to shake. The women were apparently not accustomed to this standard greeting practice, but the small one let out a surprised gasp as she suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled it down a bit, much to Ford’s alarm.
“Whoa! You guys, check this out!” she exclaimed, her expression awash in amazement. “This human’s got an extra finger!”
Upon being called out for this, Ford was quick to pull his hand away, his cheeks lighting up in a flustered red as he tried his best to conceal his hands, though the pink haired woman extended hers out to him, a small, eager smile on her face all the while. “Can I see?” she asked, her tone curious, warm even. Warm enough to, for whatever reason, convince Ford to hold his hand out for her to get a better look. “Oh, wow! It’s true!” she gasped, her smile widening as she looked back up to Ford, clearly impressed. “How remarkable! I’ve never seen a human with six fingers before! This really is something special, don’t you agree, Gems?”
The smaller and the taller women both nodded with intrigued smiles, though the paler one lingered close to their leader, giving Ford a critical, almost suspicious glance until she met the pink haired woman’s bright smile, making her harsh manner fizzle somewhat. “Mm… I suppose it’s… somewhat interesting,” she remarked dryly. “For a human that is…”
While Ford was somewhat confused by her strangely cold attitude, he couldn’t deny how caught off guard he was by the other three women. Specifically by the fact that they seemed rather amazed by his polydactylism rather than put off by it, which of course, only made him want to know more about these so called “Gems”. “Um… forgive me if this sounds a bit rude,” Ford began, his stone till somewhat uncertain. “But… what exactly are the four of you?”
“Oh! I’m sorry!” the pink haired woman laughed. “I were so fascinated by you that I didn’t even think to introduce us! Well, this is Amethyst,” she nodded down to the purple girl, who smirked wryly as she waved up to the young researcher. “That’s Garnet,” she placed a hand on the taller Gem’s shoulder as she greeted him with a casual nod. “And this is Pearl,” she smiled to the pale woman clinging tightly to her, still refusing to so much as even smile at Ford for some unknown reason. “And I’m Rose Quartz,” she finished sweetly, though her expression took on a bit of resolve as she motioned to the entire group. “And we’re the Crystal Gems!”
“Crystal… Gems?” Ford asked with a confused frown, taking another glance down at the gemstone on Rose’s stomach. “As in… gemstones?”
“In a sense…” Rose nodded, prompting Garnet to hold up her gem-bearing palms and for Amethyst to pull her top down a bit, revealing the gem on her chest. Pearl huffed impatiently as she pointed to the stone on her own head, allowing Ford to see that all four of these Gems were exactly that: Gems.
“Incredible…” Ford mused in apt amazement as he pulled out his journal and hurriedly began taking down notes. “Sentient humanoid gemstones! And the four of you fight monsters like that on the regular?”
“Yes,” Garnet nodded, quite sparse with her words.
“We just so happen to be the protectors of this town, the ones responsible for keeping it, as well as this entire planet, safe from harm,” Pearl remarked somewhat snidely, casting a brief, unfavorable glance down at Ford’s journal as he eagerly continued writing. “By the way… w-whatever you said your name was, you got to ask us a question, so now its our turn. What exactly is that?” she nodded to the journal as the young researcher happened to glance up from it.
“Oh, this?” he smiled, somewhat oblivious to the white Gem’s dry tune as he held the book up for the Gems to see. “It’s a journal that I’ve been using to take notes of all of the supernatural oddities I’ve come across in this town.”
“Uh… why do that?” Amethyst asked, rather confused as Ford handed the journal off to Rose so she could get a better look at it. “You could just go outside and look at all the weird stuff around here; that’s way easier than writin’ it all down.”
“Well, that’s because I’m a scientific researcher,” Ford proclaimed rather proudly. “I came here a few months ago and set up shop just down the hill,” he nodded to his house, which was still in sight at the bottom of the hill. “In order to study whatever strange, bizarre, or downright confounding anomalies Gravity Falls has to offer before one day sharing my findings with the world!”
“Hm… so that’s where that unsightly little building came from…” Pearl muttered, still somewhat cross.
“Anomalies?” Rose questioned with a soft, but enthusiastic gasp. “You’re here to figure out what makes this town so unique too? We’ve been looking into the exact same thing for over 100 years now!”
“Rose, are you sure we should-” Pearl attempted to intervene, though she was quickly cut off.
“Really?” Ford asked, very intrigued to hear that someone else shared his immense curiosity when it came to the odd facets of the town.
“Of course!” the pink Gem smiled warmly. “Come with us to our temple, its right up the hill. We’d be more than happy to tell you, or rather show you everything we’ve learned so far!”
“Rose-” Pearl tried once more, appalled that her liege would make such an offer out of the blue.
“O-oh, well I’d be honored to!” Ford complied excitedly, gladly following after Rose as she began to lead the way up to the massive statue.
“B-but Rose!” the white Gem protested once more, though her frustration fell on deaf ears as Rose and Ford had already launched into conversation about the mysteries of Gravity Falls. Pearl let out a disgruntled sigh, far from happy about having yet another human around, especially since that was a problem she hadn’t really had to worry about much during their tenure in Gravity Falls. Of course, Amethyst only managed to rub salt in the wound as she skipped past her teammate, letting out a teasing laugh as she did.
“Aw, Pearl, I dunno what you’re so upset about,” she smirked as she flipped over to walk on her hands. “Looks like we got another huge nerd around here, so you and Science Man should get along great!”
“Amethyst…” Pearl grumbled bitterly as the purple Gem ran off, though as Garnet passed by her she paused to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry,” she said, adjusting her shades. “This one isn’t going to end like you think it will.”
Pearl’s angry expression lightened into a look of both surprise and confusion upon hearing this, but Garnet didn’t bother elaborating as she continued on ahead. “G-Garnet, wait!” the white Gem exclaimed, running after her teammate, anxious and hopeful all at once. “What does that mean? Garnet!”
Even from their initial meeting, it was easy for anyone to see that Rose and Ford had hit it off. They spent several hours sitting up near the entrance to the Gems’ obviously mystical temple, exchanging stories of the anomalies they had each encountered during their time in Gravity Falls thus far. While Pearl wasn’t initially interested in joining in on the conversation, Amethyst and Garnet did, interjecting with their own observations occasionally, all of which Ford made mental notes on to investigate further. The young researcher was so invested in this riveting discussion with these fascinating women that he found it hard to pull himself away and back down to his house, but eventually he did, though he left with the assurance that he could continue this exchange of information with the Gems tomorrow. A meeting that he gladly showed up to the following day. And the day after that. And the day after that.
In fact, nearly every day onward, Ford and the Gems encountered each other in some way shape or form, be it formal meetings or chance encounters as they explored the supernatural oddities of Gravity Falls on their own. In light of how many times they ran into each other, Ford and Rose eventually reached a conclusion: the five of them would be much more effective working together in their pursuit of knowledge than they were apart. And so, they decided to form something of a partnership, one in which they set out as a collective force, thoroughly searching the wilds of Gravity Falls for anything interesting they might find.
Researching alongside the Gems, Ford found himself learning more than he ever had about the supernatural than he had when he had worked alone. Rose knew the valley well, and she seemed to be on generally good terms with most of the strange creatures that lived therein, who were all naturally trusting of her kind, gentle nature. The in she provided him with greatly aided the young researcher, allowing him to investigate these anomalies up close and personal, granting him with so much new information that his initial journal all too quickly filled, prompting him to resort to a second one and eventually, even a third.
Of course, the longer he studied alongside Rose and the Gems, the more variety Ford saw in the oddities Gravity Falls seemed to innately possess. From unicorns to ghosts to even the egg to a bizarre, shapeshifting creature they had found, the supernatural was abundant in the backwoods town. Practically every new discovery left Ford and Rose both besides themselves with excitement, their zeal for learning more about the world around them completely parallel and passionate.
And through that zeal and passion, a deep, genuine friendship had formed through their initial partnership, one that both of them valued highly. An undeniable bond of trust came to exist between the pink Gem and the young researcher, to the point that any time they were in each other’s company, they were essentially as content as they could be.
Though it took a bit longer for the other Gems to warm up to Ford as Rose so quickly had, in time, they did as well. Amethyst was eager and curious, particularly when it came to what she had dubbed as “human things”, to the point that every time she stepped foot in Ford’s house, he often spent most of his time explaining to her what things like a radio or a refrigerator were. In something of a bittersweet way, her rouge, careless attitude sometimes reminded him a bit too much of Stan… but every time such thoughts of his distanced brother came to mind, Ford was quick to push them away.
Garnet was a bit of an interesting case, often silent and stoic and firm in words and action. For the first few months, Ford found it rather hard to strike up a conversation with her, that is until he learned of her unique ability in foresight, what she commonly referred to as future vision. From then on, the young researcher often found himself coming to Garnet for statistics and probability, things that she was rather adept at; such scientific inquiries soon led to the occasional offhand joke or complimentary remark between the two, forming a casual camaraderie as time went on.
Of course, it took the longest amount of time for Ford to form an actual working relationship with Pearl, who continued to show her initial unexplained bitterness towards him for even up to a year after they met. The white Gem refused to explain her reasoning for it and the young researcher never really thought to ask, even despite Rose patiently encouraging that they try to work together and get along. However, if there was one thing both Ford and Pearl could agree on, it was their love of science. While there were plenty of times where they’d argue over equations and theory, on the rare occasion when they’d agree on something, they’d do so with a surprising amount of forbearing and understanding. And as time went on, that understanding only seemed to grow as they continued sharing their mutual affinity for physics, astronomy, cryptozoology and more, to the point that something of a loose, compliant colleagueship began to form, one that, in time, eventually became a full-fledged friendship.
With such trust and companionship existing between Ford and the Gems, it didn’t take long for Rose to begin opening up on their end of things. For much like all of the other strange facets of Gravity Falls, the Crystal Gems were something of an anomaly in and of themselves, and the more Ford learned of their origins and their abilities, the more amazed he was. By far, the most incredible thing about them was the fact that they were actually essentially extraterrestrials, with origins going back to a mysterious planet called Homeworld, a place that none of them spoke too fondly of. The young researcher quickly discovered the reasoning behind this disdain upon learning the largely unknown history of the ancient war the Crystal Gems had fought against their home planet for the safety and freedom of the Earth, a battle long fought and hard won, but won nonetheless. Of course, history wasn’t all the Gems told Ford about; their biology was quite amazing, with regenerative properties and internal sustainability that set them quite apart from humans. Rose eagerly introduced the young researcher to a plethora of Gem-related concepts, from their shapeshifting abilities, to their weapon summoning, to their unique capacity to combine their forms in a process referred to as fusion, so even the various magical pocket dimensions contained within their illustrious temple. By and large, Ford found these discoveries to be some of the most fascinating ones he’d made during his time in Gravity Falls, and he readily documented everything he could concerning the Crystal Gems across all three of his journals.
Overall, Ford found the Gems’ help to be invaluable to his research, and their companionship to be more than he could have ever asked for. Amongst Garnet’s confidence, Amethyst’s playfulness, Pearl’s zeal, and Rose’s kindness, the young researcher realized he was in a place and position that made him happier than he could really ever recall being. After a whole life of what felt like unsteadiness and uncertainty, he had finally dug his roots among company that openly and warmly accepted him for who he was. Within the incredible strangeness of Gravity Falls and between the friendship of the equally amazing Crystal Gems, Ford knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was exactly where he belonged.
And yet… something was still missing.
Nearly six years and come and gone in a bright rush of new discoveries and exciting experiences since Ford had first arrived in Gravity Falls, but even despite his immense contentment there, several questions still hung at the back of his mind almost continually. Namely, why was Gravity Falls such a hotspot for the strange and the supernatural in the first place? Why did such oddities all seem to congregate to this one geographic place in particular? Where did these anomalies even originate from? And beyond all of that, were the answers to such questions even possible to find at all?
The more Ford pondered these wonderings on his own, the more frustrated he became by his own lack of any concrete answers for them. And so, one day he decided to take them to the Crystal Gems, hoping that, with their lengthy presence in the town, they’d have some useful insight on the matter.
“Why is Gravity Falls so strange…?” Rose repeated Ford’s initial question as she paced around his living room, the researcher and the other Gems all standing by expectantly. “That’s… a very good question…”
“A… question that you have some leads on, perhaps?” Ford ventured with a hopeful smile.
Rose took pause at this, taking a moment to exchange something of a stiff glance with her teammates before responding somewhat sheepishly. “Er… not exactly…”
“We’ve been trying to figure that out for decades now,” Pearl added, crossing her arms. “But it seems like no matter how hard we look, we never get any closer to finding any actual reasons as to why Gravity Falls is so bizarre compared to any other place on Earth. It’s been… aggravating, to say the least.”
“You don’t think there’s something you all might have… missed in your investigations, do you?” the researcher pressed, driven to get answers, as always.
“Nah, we’ve looked just about everywhere,” Amethyst remarked as she dropped down from the rafters, one of her favorite places to nap. “We’re just as stumped as you are, Science Man.”
“Perhaps this is something we’re not meant to know,” Garnet remarked, leaning against the nearby doorframe.
“B-but there has to be a reason!” Ford exclaimed fervently, pulling out his recently completed second journal and flipping through its pages. “All of this strangeness can’t just come from nothing!”
“Well wherever it does come from, we haven’t the faintest idea,” Pearl said, shaking her head empathetically. “Sorry, Stanford.”
“I can’t believe this…” Ford huffed, frustrated more with himself than he was with any of the Gems. After all, it was hardly their fault that this mysterious seemed so elusive. “Six years and three journals worth of research and I’m still no closer to finding answers than when I started! How is it so hard to figure out? How are all of these anomalies connected? And why here, of all places?!”
“It’s nothing to feel bad about, Stanford,” Rose interjected, placing a steadying hand on her partner’s shoulder as she offered him a small, reassuring smile. “After all, we’ve already discovered so many incredible, wonderful things here, and that’s something we should be proud of. Something that you should be proud of. And who knows? I’m sure if we keep looking, then one day we’ll find those answers you’re looking for. Together.”
Ford let out something of a disappointed sigh at this, but he found he was unable to remain upset for too long upon meeting the pink Gem’s warm, comforting smile. One that he only halfheartedly returned as he readjusted his lab coat with a hint of renewed resolve. “Hm, yes, well,” the researcher nodded staunchly. “In the meantime, I think what I need is to clear my head for a bit. A short walk in the woods might do me some good…”
“Oh, would you like us to go with you?” Rose asked with a willing smile.
“Normally I would,” Ford partially returned her grin as he escorted the Gems out. “But I think I’ll be fine on my own. And of course, if I manage to happen upon anything new out there, then you’ll be the first to know.”
Rose beamed at this, nodded in warm acceptance as the other Gems began the trek back up to the temple. Before she joined them, however, she stopped short, turning to Ford one more time as her expression turned a bit more sincere. “I meant what I said, Stanford,” she said, firmly, yet kindly. “I know you have what it takes to figure this out. It may seem impossible now, but I’ve seen humans overcome impossible odds before. And if there’s anyone who’s capable of doing just that, it’s you.”
Ford finally smiled fully at this, his spirits lifted by the pink Gem’s clear confidence in him, as often was the case. While still worried about his chances in solving Gravity Falls’ greatest secrets, at the very least, he could trust that he’d have her help in every step of the way. Which was why he fully meant what he said as he turned to head off into the woods before him, where one of his most life-changing discoveries yet was about to be found. “Thank you, Rose.”
The Gems were rather confused by Ford calling them down to his house for a very early meeting the next day, but immediately upon arriving, they could tell he was beside himself with excitement as he rushed about, preparing everything necessary before he began. And when he did, he started off with an elated announcement that he had, through what he only described as “divine intervention”, at last come across a lead as to how they might uncover the truth behind Gravity Falls’ strange properties. The Gems listened intently as the researcher presented his theory that the anomalies the town was so highly populated with came not from Gravity Falls itself, or even from their own dimension itself; but rather, they came from some other plane of existence, a dimension of weirdness that had somehow torn into Gravity Falls and leaked its strange anomalies into the town itself. Ford purposed that the only way to truly understand the connection between these two dimensions was to access this strangeness at its source: by constructing a machine, a portal namely, that could serve as a gateway to this world of weirdness that it all seemed to come from. And fortunately, the researcher had happened to come up with blueprints for such a machine, apparently all on his own.
Upon hearing all this, the Gems were somewhat skeptical to say the least. The vast majority of the explanation went over Amethyst’s head, while Pearl wondered if such a massive endeavor would even be feasible at all. Garnet admitted that her future vision gave her no clear answers as to what might happen if they went through with this project, and even Rose seemed somewhat hesitant, voicing her concern over what might happen if the Earth tried to connect itself to some distant, unknown world, much like what Homeworld had tried to do to it centuries ago. Ford was quick to placate her worries, however, by assuring her that this was vastly different from the now-defunct galaxy warp she had shown him on multiple occasions. And with this assurance and the trust Rose placed in it, she soon readily jumped on board, the other Gems following suit as they agreed to assist Ford with this project in any way they could, all in the hopes that they’d finally uncover the truth they had so long been searching for.
Of course, even in the midst of planning, the intrepid group was quick to realize just how arduous of a task this was going to be. They would require rare, fortified materials, ones that were not commonly purchased, and even they were, they’d be more than Ford could reasonably buy with what was left of his grant money. And while the Gems presented a suitable solution to that problem, there was still the issue of engineering. Pearl was rather well versed in the subject, but not necessarily to the extent that the portal would require, and Ford found himself falling short in the field himself, even despite his extensive studies in other sciences. Fortunately though, the researcher knew exactly who to recruit for the task: a former classmate and close friend he had made during his time at Backupsmore, Fiddleford McGucket.
Despite his obvious rural southern upbringing, Fiddleford was, by all accounts, completely brilliant when it came to engineering and mechanics. After graduation, Ford had remained in touch with him, and had learned that he had moved to California with his longtime sweetheart, settling down in Palo Alto to raise a young son in a nice home. Of course, Ford questioned his friend’s apparent dream of starting a portal personal computer company, believing that such an invention would certainly never catch on and that Fiddleford was largely wasting his impressive talents. But all the same, he was delighted to hear the mechanic’s solid agreement to journey up to Gravity Falls for a time to assist in the portal’s construction, ready to lend his skills to the effort wherever needed.
However, what Ford hadn’t made Fiddleford aware of prior to his arrival in Gravity Falls, was that they wouldn’t be alone in working on the project. The mechanic was somewhat caught off guard by the Gems at first, who welcomed him warmly as soon as they heard he was a friend of Ford’s. But as overwhelmed as he initially was, Fiddleford soon enough formed a loose camaraderie with the four of them, nothing as close as what Ford had with them, but still it was a mutually working relationship nonetheless. The researcher noticed that he worked well with Pearl in particular, the two of them passionate for their engineering craft as they collaborated on fixing up the final touches on the blueprints for the portal. And, once they had gathered the necessary supplies and everything was checked and double checked and even triple checked, the construction for the machine finally commenced.
They had decided to build it right underneath Ford’s house, in a deep, almost cavernous basement lab the Gems helped him dig out even prior to Fiddleford’s arrival, in preparation for this project. It was a spacious place, one that gave them more than enough seclusion to work on the portal unfettered by any external forces. The Gems’ physical strength was a massive asset in the physical labor of the construction, to the point that they even sometimes utilized fusions to get the bigger jobs done. Many a sleepless night was spent putting it together, the blueprints serving as their guide for what they were optimistic, almost certain even, would be their key to a world unknown. A world that certainly must have been filled with endless discoveries and possibilities just waiting to be found.
But in reality, it would be the key to a world that was anything but that.
After almost a year of tireless work and seemingly endless preparations, the portal was finally complete and functional. Of course, before anyone even thought of venturing through it to see what lay beyond its wall of radiantly glowing energy, it would need to be tested extensively to ensure everything was in safe, working order. And, despite some whispers of worries and concerns going in, the collective group met in the portal room one night, prepared to do just that.
They had wisely decided to send a dummy into the portal first, one that was tethered to their reality by a rope in the event that they could pull it back over as needed. The Gems hung close by as the portal roared to life, the mock representations of their gemstones glowing upon it as proof of their hand in its creation. At the same time, Ford and Fiddleford approached the safety line before the machine, a dummy held between them as they prepared to toss it in. There was an admirable amount of tension hanging within the room, tension that had been accumulating amongst the group for quite some time as a result of a number of current, alarming events. The one who was by far the most vocal about his anxieties concerning the project was Fiddleford, to the point that his ongoing pessimism and doubts had partially passed onto the Gems as well. Ford couldn’t help but be somewhat frustrated with their lack of resolve, including Rose’s as she had pulled him aside only a few hours prior and asked him if he was entirely certain he wanted to go through with this, a look of obvious dread on her expression clear. Of course, the researcher had quickly pushed her worries aside, assuring her that everything would go exactly according to plan and he meant it. He had come to far to back down now, when the answers he had searched so long for where finally within his reach. He wasn’t about to give up the chance to achieve greatness beyond his wildest dreams just because of a few unfounded fears and superstitions. He was a scientist; and after tonight, he’d be a great one.
And so, without any further deliberations, Ford and Fiddleford let the dummy go, the portal’s artificial gravity field pulling it forward towards its central glow. However, what none of them had anticipated was that the rope tying the dummy down would accidentally end up wrapping itself around Fiddleford’s leg just as the dummy glided towards it. The mechanic let out a fearful cry as he lurched forward as well, one that startled Ford and the Gems as they rushed to try and rescue the now airborne Fiddleford.
“Wait!” Ford exclaimed to the Gems as he tightly gripped the rope, noticing that they were all running forward towards the portal to try and save Fiddleford, who was now partially within the portal itself. “Stay back, its too dangerous!”
“For you, maybe!” Pearl retorted hotly, knowing that they couldn’t just leave the mechanic to his doom.
“But not for us!” Rose finished boldly, instructing her other teammates with a nod. Garnet, Pearl, and Amethyst rushed to grab the remainder of the rope behind Ford, all four of them giving it a mighty pull.
“W-we got you, buddy!” Ford shouted to Fiddleford, whose limbs were flailing wildly as his head remained on the other side of the portal. Fortunately, with the Gems’ help, he was able to swiftly yank the mechanic out of the machine and back into their dimension. As he began to fall back to the ground, Rose readily jumped to catch him, securely doing so before landing near the others and gently putting Fiddleford down. Ford and the other Gems were quick to group around him, though Rose held up a hand to stop them, her eyes already wet with healing tears in case they were needed.
“Give him some space,” she advised calmly, nodding down to the clearly shell-shocked mechanic sprawled across her lap. His eyes were huge, his pupils absolutely dilated as he seemed to stare up at nothing at all amidst his frantic, hurried breathing, near-constant trembling, and frantic, full-body twitching. While initially quite concerned for his friend’s wellbeing, Ford quickly got to the point that he was unable to contain his curiosity about what lay on the other side of the portal as he inched forward a bit, leaning down next to Fiddleford as he took his hand tightly.
“What is it? Is it working?” he pressed anxiously, ignoring the mechanic’s ongoing panic attack. “What did you see in there?!”
Fiddleford flinched at this, his twitching growing wildly out of control as he finally spoke. However, as he did, his words were a jumbled mess of nonsense that none of them could even hope to decipher: “VOTMZRIG IVSKRX OORY!”
“Fiddleford?” Ford asked, his worry returning as he exchanged a confused glance with Rose. However, before of them could try and figure out what was going on, Fiddleford suddenly sat up, his manner stark, almost robotic even as he continued staring forward, his eyes huge as he muttered something that left them all in absolute bewilderment.
“When gravity falls and earth becomes sky, fear the beast with just one eye…”
“Beast with one eye…?” Rose repeated, her brow furrowing in worried confusion upon hearing this.
“Fiddleford, get ahold of yourself,” Ford urged, placing a steadying hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You’re not making any sense.”
Fiddleford finally seemed to snap back to his senses at this, though he was hardly at ease as he jerked his shoulder out of Ford’s grip and sent the researcher a bitter glare filled with nothing less than absolute resentment. “This machine is dangerous,” he said coldly, shuddering as he glanced back towards the portal. “You’re playin’ with fire here, Stanford. This thing could bring about the end of the world! Destroy it before it destroys us all!”
“D-destroy the world?!” Rose exclaimed, quite alarmed by this as the other Gems let out startled gasps of their own.
“W-wha—I can’t destroy this!” Ford countered intently, knowing that Fiddleford had to be mistaken somehow. “It’s my life’s work, the key to answering everything!”
“I know what I saw in there!” Fiddleford shouted back as he stood, his hands in tight fists at his sides. “It was a nightmare, plain n’ simple! I fear we’ve unleashed a grave danger on the world. One that I’d just as soon forget. I quit! And I’d urge you ladies to do the same.”
And with that, the mechanic promptly turned and left, sparing not a single word to his former friend as he went to put as much distance between himself and this failure of a project as possible. For a moment, the most Ford could do was sit there, completely baffled by Fiddleford’s staunch departure, anger and betrayal building up within him until he happened to glance over and make eye contact with the Gems. All four of them were looking to him in apt shock, the slightest hints of suspicion and wariness filling their expressions as a beat of tense silence lingered before Rose finally spoke up.
“S-Stanford…” she began apprehensively, the portal casting looming shadows over her as she stood. “What did he mean when he said this machine could destroy the world?”
“R-Rose, I…. I don’t…” Ford trailed off, his manner somewhat shaken himself as he looked back to the portal. “F-Fiddleford didn’t know what he was talking about. After all, you know how anxious he can be.”
“That didn’t sound like mere anxiety,” Garnet remarked, her tone rather cold. “That sounded like fear.”
“What is on the other side of that portal, Ford?” Rose asked, not harshly, but very seriously all the same. “What did Fiddleford see in there that made him react like… like that?”
“I… it… i-it’s exactly what I said it would be!” Ford protested as he also stood, growing frustrated with Rose’s apparent doubt. “It’s the dimension where all of the anomalies here in Gravity Falls comes from!”
“But how do you know that for sure?” Pearl asked, raising an incredulous eyebrow. “What did you really have us build down here, Stanford? A portal to another dimension? Or something far more sinister?”
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!?” Ford huffed angrily. “The five of us have been working together for years now! How could you possibly think I’d ever even entertain the thought of building something that’s a detriment to mankind!? This portal is to provide humanity with answers, not senselessly destroy it!”
“Stanford…” Rose bowed her head somewhat, to the point that the shadows practically concealed her eyes altogether. “Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, and I have been protecting humanity for centuries. I started an entire war just to protect it from our own kind. Nothing matters more to me than keeping this planet and everything on it safe. I want to believe that what we built together can benefit humanity just as much as you do… but if its true, if this machine really does have the potential to destroy this planet… then we have no choice. You have to destroy it, just as Fiddleford said.”
“B-but… but I…” Ford took in a sharp break, his hands curling into tight fists as he took in everything the pink Gem had just said to him. He could scarcely believe that Rose, of all people, was standing before him, telling him to abandon his quest for the truth for the sake of nothing more than tawdry safety. Which was why he needed to make her see reason, even where Fiddleford hadn’t. “N-no. He was wrong. This portal isn’t dangerous! It’s a tool to gain knowledge, not a weapon of mass destruction, I know it!”
“Are you sure, Ford?” the pink Gem asked as her teammates gathered close to her, unanimously looking to the researcher with growing distrust. “Can you look me in the eyes and tell me that this machine can be used for good? That it won’t cause the kind of destruction and devastation that could potentially wipe everything on this planet out? If you can honestly stand there and tell me that, then I’ll believe you.”
Ford was prepared to do just that, though as he did, he couldn’t help but hesitate as he looked past Rose and to the portal instead. And as he did, he was unable to deny the small burst of worry growing inside of him that perhaps Fiddleford had been right, that the portal’s purpose wasn’t as pure or altruistic as he had been led to believe. It was a preposterous thought, for sure, but even so, his obviously uncertain silence told Rose everything she needed to know.
“…Right…” she sighed sadly, glancing down morosely to avoid eye contact with the researcher. Her voice was soft, almost pained even as she shook her head before finally looking to Ford, grief-filled tears welling up in her eyes as the other Gems pressed even closer to her. “Then we’re done here.”
“W-what?” Ford asked, caught off guard.
“I said, we’re done,” Rose’s tone was a bit firmer now, as was her expression. “We’re not going to lend our help to something that could very well end up destroying this planet, a planet we fought so hard for and lost so much to protect. So that leaves us no choice but to cut our ties from this… a-and… and from you…”
The most Ford could do upon hearing this was shake his head, sudden grief overwhelming him as he realized exactly what he was losing here. Not only were the Gems leaving, but they were taking their help, their knowledge, their friendship with them. Friendship that he had come to value so highly and would be completely lost without. “R-Rose, no… y-you…”
“Let’s go, Gems,” Rose said simply, nodding for her teammates to leave. They did so, each of them sending Ford a rather unsavory, disdainful look as they did, all three of them quite upset with him for the kind of damage his machine stood to cause and how they had been dragged into helping create such a disaster in the first place. The pink Gem was the last to leave, though she did happen to linger near the door to the lab for a moment, letting out a dejected sigh as she briefly glanced back to the distraught researcher behind her. “I’m sorry, Stanford, but… this is just how it has to be. But… I do hope that all of this doesn’t turn out as badly as I think it might… And perhaps if it doesn’t… then we can start things fresh and new. But until then… this is goodbye…”
Without another word, the pink Gem departed, leaving Ford completely alone with his machine and nothing else. He couldn’t even think of anything to say to try and stop Rose as she left, torn amidst his palpable despair and his growing anger. And, soon enough, that anger at the thought of being abandoned by those closest to him, those who refused to share the same glorious vision as he did, those who only wanted to hold him back, just like everyone else in his life, completely took over. “F-Fine!” Ford shouted hotly, even though Rose had already left. “I’ll do it without you! I don’t need you, or the other Gems, or Fiddleford! I don’t need anyone!”
Almost as soon as the researcher had made this fierce proclamation, however, Ford’s intense manner quickly snapped the moment he heard a soft, almost indiscernible whisper come from seemingly nowhere. “W-what?” he asked, glancing around for anyone else only to find that he was the only one in the lofty room. “W-who’s there? Who said that?” Of course, he received no answer, the whispers only multiplying and growing in intensity, though he couldn’t make out a single word of what they were saying. And yet… by their tones, in a strange way, it almost seemed as though they were… mocking him. Laughing over a victory he had no clue about. Alarmed, Ford stumbled back into the far wall of the room, a hand placed against his head as he tried his best to quiet these almost deafening whispers, though to no avail.
In fact, if anything, the whispers only seemed to intensify in the following weeks, and they were far from the only thing the researcher had to deal with. His nightmares were abundant, his thoughts plagued by doubt, guilt, and terror of an unseen evil. He couldn’t so much as even look at the portal without recalling Fiddleford’s panic-stricken words or Rose’s intent, firm warnings. Warnings that he feared he had failed to listen to and now it was far too late. For as time continued slipping by, so too did Ford’s own sanity begin to slip, leaving way for intensive paranoia and practically soul-crushing dread. With the Gems and Fiddleford no longer around to keep him anchored and active, the researcher fell into a deep seclusion, desperately pouring over his notes all hours of the day and night to try and find a solution to the problem he had caused. He had abandoned the thought of sleep entirely, knowing that he couldn’t risk wasting even a single second, lest he leave himself vulnerable to the forces of darkness lurking all around him. The notes in the remaining pages of his third journal became frantic, sloppily written and completely telling of the deep fear of the man writing every single word of desperate warning and unending regret. By all accounts, he felt trapped, lost in a sea of anxiety, remorse, terror, and confusion that he was powerless to escape from. And yet, in the din of his growing mania, Ford did manage to reach one clear conclusion: that in light of the clear and proven danger that it could bring about, the portal could no longer remain operational. Even despite all of the time and work and effort that had gone into it, none of that mattered for the sake of protecting the world, just as Rose had said. Which was why Ford readily dedicated himself to undoing his grave mistake, his pride and passion all but forgotten in place of an overwhelming desire to set things right.
The researcher knew that the first and most essential step to doing so would be to separate his journals; the trio of books held not just the portal’s blueprints, but also instructions on how to get it running. Kept together, they could easily fall into the wrong hands and ensure global destruction. And so Ford hid his second journal away on his own accord, out near the local elementary school, where he assumed no child would ever be clever enough to find it and dig it up. For his first and third, journals, however, the researcher wanted to be completely unaware of their whereabouts, knowing that it would be impossible for someone to amass their locations from him if he was ever put in such a forced position. Ford knew that his research should be left in the hands of two individuals he trusted above all else; though giving his rapidly increasing paranoia, such trust was hard to find. However, he did manage to eventually come up with the only two people he could turn to amidst all this upheaval, two people that he could only hope with every fiber of his being would not fail him now.
Winters in Gravity Falls were known for being absolutely brutal and this one was no exception. The brisk, frigid, snow-filled air left Ford in quite a shock as he ventured out into it, making the relatively short trek up the hill towards the Crystal Temple. It was a voyage he had made more times than he could even count, but something about this trip up there felt so incredibly different than any other he had made before. Perhaps it was the unbearable wintry chill, perhaps it was journal 3 tucked securely into his coat, or perhaps it was his own growing dread and fear, but Ford could feel a sense of finality with every step that he took up to the temple. Even as he came to stand before its sparkling gate, he found his hand hesitating to knock upon it, knowing that doing so would, in many ways, be an admittance of defeat. The confession that he hadn’t been able to solve this problem on his own, that he needed outside help, that he had to trust someone as opposed to trusting no one. And yet, for as much as he hated that vulnerable, constricting feeling, Ford knew he had no other choice. So he knocked.
As he had hoped, Rose’s specific door slid open smoothly, the pink Gem standing in the frame of the gate as she looked down to the researcher, clearly perplexed by his unexpected visit. Ever since the disastrous portal incident, the two of them had only seen each other a handful of times, chance encounters ranging from rather awkward to tension-filled. In each of them, Rose had noticed how Ford’s mental state was steadily falling apart at the seams, and despite her cutting her ties with him before, she had made the selfless offer to try and help him, an offer that had always been bitterly rejected. In light of everything that had happened even the researcher’s once strong trust in the pink Gem had eroded away as he blamed her for not knowing of the true dangers that lurked within the town she had called home for much longer than he had. Dangers that, had he been warned of in a more timely manner, would have perhaps been foiled and evaded altogether.
Still, it was too late to change the past now, something that Ford knew all too well as he stood before Rose, who was still admittedly quite confused even as she addressed him. “Stanford…” she said, her voice soft and sad. “W-what… what are you doing here?”
Ford took in a deep breath to steady himself, deciding to get right to the point as he pulled journal 3 out of his coat. “I need your help,” he said, presenting the book to the pink Gem. “There’s not much time left and I have to get rid of this in a secure way before its too late. I’ve already hidden the second one a-and I have someone coming to take the first one away. And so… I was hoping that you would take the third one…”
“Why?” Rose asked, her expression unreadable as she looked between the researcher and his journal.
“Keeping them together is far too much of a risk,” Ford said rather matter-of-factly. “If someone were to find the portal’s blueprints contained within them, then the entire universe could-”
“I know why we need to separate the journals, Ford,” the pink Gem interjected. “What I meant was why do you want me to take one of them?”
Because I trust you was what Ford wanted to say, but of course, his pride wouldn’t let him. So instead, he went with the easier option. “Because you have the resources to properly protect it, o-of course.”
“…Right…” Rose sighed, her already saddened expression growing even moreso as she took the journal out of Ford’s hands. “In that case… I… I’ll find someplace for it… A place where it will be safe from… f-from him… and from anyone else who might want it for the wrong reasons…”
The researcher only nodded at this, far too burdened by so many thoughts at once to think of much else to even say to the pink Gem at this point. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have anything to say to him. “Stanford, I…” she hesitated, pulling the third journal close to her before she continued on a different tangent entirely. “I-if you don’t mind telling me, what are you planning on doing next?”
Ford sighed, shaking his head in slight shame as he turned away from her. “After the first journal is safely taken care of, I’ll be making a trip to the caves where I first happened upon the knowledge of… of you know who… Hopefully something there will be able to give me an idea of how to vanquish him from our world, once and for all.”
“T-then let me go with you,” Rose insisted, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure that together, we can-”
“No,” the researcher remarked coldly as he pulled away. “This is my mistake. I need to be the one to fix it.”
“But you don’t have to do that on your own!” the pink Gem urged earnestly. “I can help you, Stanford, I want to help you! You’re forgetting that I care about keeping this world safe just as much as you do, especially from someone as dangerous and demented as him. But I can’t do that unless you let me in again, please. We used to be such close partners. Such close friends… I’ve lost so many humans I’ve cared so much about in the past… I don’t want to lose you too…”
“Rose…” Ford began, finally glancing back to look at her and meeting her pained expression with one of his own. As much as he wanted to take up her offer for solidarity and support, he knew that he couldn’t. Largely because he knew her kindness and caring were things that he just didn’t deserve anymore. “I… I have to go it alone. I just… i-it’s the only way…”
The pink Gem moved to protest this decision, but for whatever reason, she held herself back, instead opting to glance down morosely, tears nearly welling up in her eyes but still not falling. “Well then… at least… be careful out there…” Ford nodded once again to this, making no promises, for he wasn’t sure exactly what he was about to face, though he resolved himself to be ready for it nonetheless, no matter what might happen. However, before he could depart, Rose stopped him one last time, a few of her pressing tears finally falling as her long pink curls were gently tossed by the winter winds rather solemnly. “Stanford…” she began despondently, her tone and expression creating a tight, almost unbearable pit inside of his heart as he listened to her fretful farewell. “…I’m sorry… for everything…”
The researcher’s shoulders hitched upon hearing this, and it took everything in him to not turn around at face the pink Gem and return her sad, sincere words in full. But once again, what little logic he felt like he had left overruled his emotions, to the point that he simply left her in silence, knowing that nothing he could say could ever hope to undo all that had gone wrong between them. Still, as lost and hopeless as he continually felt, a part of him hoped that someday he’d have the the chance to truly make things right with her once and for all, a chance to show her just how much he appreciated her, a chance to fix what had been broken.
A chance that, unbeknownst to him, he would never get to have.
New Mexico, 1982
In all the ways Stan had expected his life to go, this wasn’t exactly anything close to what he had been hoping for. The past several years had been a rough, wild string of scams, arrests, escapes, and almost countless near-death experiences. All of his plans to make a fortune for himself had failed completely, sometimes in quite disastrous ways, to the point that Stan had eventually given up on them entirely simply for the sake of surviving. Whatever necessities he had he usually acquired by stealing them, giving him experience enough that he had practically mastered the craft of thievery, among several other illegal acts. Of course, it didn’t help that he had more than his fair share of dangerous foes and rivals who wanted to do him in as a result of him either fooling them, robbing them, or giving them the slip. Still, with so many hungry for his demise and so few willing to help him out or take him in, Stan found himself quickly running out of options as well as out of hope that things would really ever get better. After all, he had been on his own in a constant state of “in betweens” for an entire decade now and despite all of his tireless efforts to make something of himself, it seemed like he never made any hint of progress a life that wasn’t completely in shambles. There had been the occasional moment where he wondered whether or not all of his struggling to simply get by was even worth it, if there really was ever a chance, no matter how slim that he could one day rise up from the rock bottom he seemed so deeply rooted in. And while some small voice inside his head often told him to give up on it all in those moments, another part of him, one that sounded suspiciously like a certain twin brother of his, urged him to keep on going, to hold onto his long-lasting stubborn nature and fight his way through the trials life threw at him, no matter how hard it might be.
And so he did.
Though really, Stan wasn’t sure exactly how much longer he could hold out as he sat alone in the cramped, filthy, bug-infested motel room he had somehow scrounged up enough money to afford for the night. Anything was better than sleeping in his car after all, and it also made him a little less vulnerable to all of the thugs who wanted his head. Still, that didn’t mean he was able to suppress a frightened flinch as a sudden knock sounded on the door of the room, a knock that prompted him to quickly grab his baseball bat before he even thought of going to answer it.
“J-just give me a few more days, Rico!” Stan shouted, knowing that the aforementioned cartel boss was his most recent and most dangerous foe at the moment. “I’ll pay your goons back, I swear!”
Fortunately, on the other side of the door wasn’t any murderous mafia member or belligerent brute, but rather only a mailman, who stopped by just long enough to slip a postcard through the door slot before going on his way. Of course, Stan was rather surprised by this as well, especially since he couldn’t recall the last time he had gotten any mail from anyone, especially such an odd looking postcard from some place he had never heard of called Gravity Falls. But as he turned it over, he was quickly met with a message that shocked him more than almost anything he had seen in his travels thus far:
“PLEASE COME!” – FORD
Needless to say that upon seeing such an urgent plea from his brother of all people, Stan was completely floored. Ford hadn’t tried to get in contact with him even once since he had been kicked out by their father years ago, yet all of the sudden, he was reaching out to him, seemingly out of nowhere with such a terse, mysterious request to make such a long journey out to see him? Stan could scarcely believe it and even beyond that disbelief he could hardly be happy about it. After all, Ford had just as much of the blame for the disaster his life had become as anyone else, maybe even moreso given that he could have at the very least stuck with him as opposed to leaving him lost and alone for his own selfish purposes. A years’ old anger burned within Stan’s gut as he thought about his brother’s callous betrayal, and it was almost enough to get him to crumble up the postcard and throw it in the trash without a second thought. And yet… he couldn’t deny that he was also curious. Ford must have requested him to come for a reason, one that he hadn’t the faintest clue about but wanted to know nonetheless. And as much as he knew he shouldn’t even give his brother the time of day after what he had done a decade ago, Stan ultimately knew that he couldn’t stay away.
And so with nowhere else to really go, Stan figured he might as well at least go check things out on Ford’s end. After all, what was the worst that could happen?
The drive from New Mexico to Oregon was a long, boring one, but Stan made reasonably good time, only taking stops to siphon gas from other cars at the occasional fuel station or raid an unattended check-out counter for snacks. And soon enough, he reached the backwoods town of Gravity Falls, which was completely buried by snow, much to Stan’s immense aggravation as he made it there with only a light, soiled jacket to keep him warm. All the same, the cold didn’t bother him as much as his growing dread did as he approached Ford’s door, knowing well that this meeting could be the second chance between them that he had always secretly hoped for. Either that, or it would serve to tear them apart even more than time and distance alone already had.
“Alright, Stan,” he said to himself, trying to instill as much confidence as he could as his hand hung over the door, ready to knock. “You haven’t seen your brother in over ten years. But its ok. He’s family. He won’t bite.”
With this final self-assurance, Stan knocked on the door, only for it to partially swing open seconds later, revealing a crossbow-wielding Ford behind it. “Who is it?!” he demanded sharply, his exhaustion-marred face awash in paranoia and anxiety as he aimed his weapon directly at his startled brother. “Have you come to steal my eyes?!”
Stan hesitated before saying anything as he leaned away from the tip of the arrow being pointed at him, knowing that for all of the possible greetings he had been expecting from Ford, this had not been one of them. “Well, nice to know I can always come to you for a warm welcome,” he remarked, not really knowing how else to start but with dry sarcasm as he raised an eyebrow at his brother.
“Stanley,” Ford sighed in slight relief as he lowed his crossbow a bit, though he still kept a firm grip on it nonetheless. “Did anyone follow you? Anyone at all?”
“Yeesh, no,” Stan scoffed, rolling his eyes. “By the way, hello to you too, pal—whoa!”
Quite unexpectedly, Ford pulled him inside the house, slamming the door shut behind them and locking it tight before pulling a flashlight out and shining it directly in his brother’s eyes. “Ah! Hey!” Stan protested, pushing Ford away from him as he blinked the painful light out. “What’s the big idea here, poindexter?!”
“S-sorry, I just had to make sure you weren’t…” Ford trailed off, a brief look of fear flashing over his features before he quickly shook it out of his head. “Uh… i-it’s nothing. Come in, come in,” he motioned to the next room, swiftly walking into it as Stan followed, quite confused about his brother’s apparently frantic manner.
“Uh, you gonna explain what’s going on here?” he asked with something of a worried frown. “You’re acting like Mom after her tenth cup of coffee.”
“Listen,” Ford spun around intently, gripping a burgundy book with a golden six fingered hand on its cover tightly. “There isn’t much time. I’ve made huge mistakes and I don’t know who I can trust anymore. What I’ve done could end up putting the entire universe at jeopardy and for all I know it might be too late to stop even that.”
Stan paused upon hearing this, his concern turning into surprise as he looked at his distraught brother with wide eyes. While he had no real clue about what Ford was talking about, he still acted against his better judgement and placed a hand on his shoulder, hoping that he could offer him some kind of much-needed emotional support. “Hey, uh, easy there. Let’s talk this through, ok?”
Ford shook his head bitterly, almost smiling sardonically though not quite. “I’m afraid this isn’t something that can simply be ‘talked through’, Stanley… Instead… I have something to show you. Something that you won’t believe.”
“Look, I’ve been around the world, ok?” Stan remarked dryly. “I’ve seen more crazy shit in my time than you probably have sitting here in this comfy cabin of yours. Whatever it is, I’ll understand.”
“There is nothing about this I understand,” Stan said stiffly as him and Ford stood in the shadow of the massive machine in the basement. By all accounts it looked like something out of a bizarre sci-fi dream, with its incredible metallic structure and the arrangement of various gemstones fixated to its edges. Fortunately though, despite Stan’s absolute bewilderment by it, Ford was quick to explain.
“It’s a trans-universal gateway,” he began, sending the portal something of a bitter glare in light of all it had helped take from him. “A punched hole through a weak spot in our dimension. I created it to unlock the mysteries of the universe, but it could just as easily be harnessed for terrible destruction. That’s why I shut it down and hid my journals, which explained how to operate it. There’s only one journal left, and you are the only person I can trust to take it, Stanley.” With this, the researcher handed his first and final journal off to his brother, his expression deeply sincere, pleading almost as he continued. “I have something to ask of you. Remember our plans to sail around the world on a boat?” Stan couldn’t help but smile, hope filling his expression and his heart for the first time in years at the mention of the mention of his long-lost childhood dream. A dream that Ford was all too quick to shoot right to the ground once more. “Take this book, get on a boat, and sail as far away as you can!” he demanded urgently. “To the edge of the Earth! Bury it where no one can find it!”
For a moment, Stan was completely dumbfounded, especially as Ford turned away and stepped towards the portal without sparing him another word. But after his initial shock wore of, absolute rage replaced it instead, because how dare Ford tell him to come all the way up here just to take some dumb book and hide it far away, how dare Ford hardly even consider the possibility that they could use this chance meeting to reconcile again after all these years, how dare Ford get his hopes up for them being actual brothers again, only to dash them all so openly and so completely. “T-That’s it?” Stan spat harshly, glaring at his brother in absolute disbelief. “You finally wanna see me after ten years and its to tell me to get as far away from you as possible?!”
“Stanley, you don’t understand what I’m up against,” Ford rationalized frenetically. “What I’ve been through!”
“No, you don’t understand what I’ve been through!” Stan countered fiercely. “I’ve been to prison in three different countries! I once had to chew my way out of the trunk of a car! You think you’ve got problems?! I’ve got a mullet, Stanford! Meanwhile, where have you been? Livin’ it up in your fancy house in the woods and selfishly hoarding your college money because you only care about your damn self.”
“I’m selfish?” Ford scoffed, completely appalled at such an accusation. “I’m selfish, Stanley?! How can you say that after you cost me my dream school!? I’m giving you a chance to do the first worthwhile thing in your entire life and you won’t even listen!”
“Well, you listen to this: you want me to get rid of this dumb book so badly? Fine,” Stan growled, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and striking it as he held the flame right underneath journal 1. “I’ll get rid of it right now!”
“No!” Ford gasped, launching forward in an attempt to grab the book out of Stan’s hands before it could catch fire. “You don’t understand!”
“You said you wanted me to have it, so I’ll do whatever the hell I want with it!” Stan contested, yanking the journal back from him, even as Ford continued to struggle desperately for it.
“My research!” Ford cried just as the fire started to hit the journal. Unable to bear the sight of everything he had worked so hard for go up in flames, he did the only thing he could think of. In a fit of building panic that finally rushed to the surface at that moment, Ford pounced at Stan, who easily tripped his much less physically adept brother up before taking the journal and running back towards the nearby lab with Ford in hot pursuit. “Stanley! Give it back!”
“You want it back?!” Stan snapped as Ford roughly shoved him against the portal’s control panel. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that!” Of course, what neither of them noticed as they continued their heated physical struggle was that, in their carelessness, they had slammed against several of the key buttons that activated the portal, and in the midst of their furious fighting, they hardly even noticed as it began to roar to life in the other room. “You left me behind, you jerk!” Stan shouted as he pulled his hardest against the journal. “It was supposed to be us forever! But then you went and ruined my life!”
“You ruined your own life!” Ford shot back, acting on impulse alone as he kicked Stan squarely in the chest. It was enough to get his hands off the journal for sure, but it also inadvertently ended up knocking Stan right into the portal’s operating console. Or rather, the glowing, red hot symbol emblazoned on its side.
Stan let out a sharp howl of agony as his back slammed into the mark, which burned him instantly upon contact and branded itself heavily upon his skin. The pain felt so intense that it was practically white hot as Stan collapsed to the ground, anguished tears pricking in his eyes though he refused to let them fall amidst his continued outrage. All the same, Ford could only watch in newfound shock as his brother writhed in pain on the ground before him, knowing that he was completely responsible for this horrific accident. “Stanley!” he cried fearfully, unsure of what to even to do help him. “Oh my gosh! I-I’m so sorry! Are you alri-”
Ford was abruptly cut off by a sudden left hook as Stan jumped upward, still reeling in pain from the burn on his back, though he hardly let that stop him now. After all, he had been holding back years of frustration and fury towards his brother; as far as he was concerned, there was no better time to let it all out than right there and right now. “Some brother you turned out to be!” Stan growled bitterly as Ford stumbled backwards, tripping over the portal switch, though he was quick to catch himself, ignoring its ever-intensifying glow. “You care more about your dumb old mysteries than your family? Well then you can have them!” With this outraged proclamation, Stan shoved the journal into Ford’s arms hard, not noticing as he pushed him over the line on the ground before the portal. And sure enough, as soon as the researcher was over it, the portal’s gravitational pull began dragging him up in the air towards it, much to the shared alarm of both brothers. “W-whoa! Hey, what’s goin’ on?!” Stan exclaimed as he ran forward a bit, especially as Ford let out a terrified cry of distress as he drew ever closer towards the portal’s all-encompassing light.
“S-Stanley!” he shouted, desperately struggling to tether himself back down to the ground and away from the portal, for he now knew exactly where it led. And, considering everything, it was no place that he ever wanted to go to. “Stanley, help me!”
“W-what do I do?!” Stan exclaimed, anxiously looking around for any way to stop this amidst his practically paralyzing shock.
“D-Do something!” Ford begged, flailing wildly in the air as his lab coat began to be sucked into the portal behind him, the rest of him quickly going right along with it. Which meant that, even if there was something Stan could do, it would be far too late. “Stanely!” he cried, knowing he had only seconds left as he threw the journal as far away from him as he could. “Please! Tell Rose Quartz I’m sor-”
The researcher never got to finish this final plea. For in a blinding flash of light, the portal swallowed him completely, whisking him away to whatever nightmares awaited on the other side. The force of this explosion of energy was enough to knock Stan back towards the other and of the room, the journal flying somewhere behind him. And when the light faded and everything had settled, he was able to gather his bearings only enough to notice two things: the portal was shutting itself off upon this great explosion of power.
And his brother was gone.
“S-Stanford?” Stan asked quietly, his entire body trembling from the lingering pain on his back as he slowly picked himself up. Indeed, the only thing of Ford that remained in the room where his glasses, which must have fallen off and landed near the portal in all of the chaos. But all the same, the realization of what had just happened was enough to shake Stan out of his initial shell-shock and right into frantic, distraught action. “Stanford! Come back! I-I didn’t mean it!” The last of the energy was fading from the portal as Stan reached it switch, and even despite yanking it as hard as he could, the machine remained devoid of any newfound activity. “I just got him back! I can’t lose him again!” he cried desperately, doing everything he could to try to get some kind of reaction from the portal, some kind of hope that Ford was still somehow within his reach. “Augh! Come on! Stanford!”
Stan froze as he heard only his own voice echo through the portal’s empty center, which Ford was now completely lost to. And at that moment, the reality of it all came crashing down at him all at once; his brother was gone, and all because of his own frustration and foolishness. For in the thoughtless heat of the moment, he had pushed Ford over that line and into that portal, launching him into whatever unknown, distant dimension it likely led to. Honestly, for all Stan knew, Ford’s life could have ended the moment he passed through the now-defunct machine, a thought that certainly terrified him, but an actual possibility nonetheless.
There was simply no way to know where or how his brother was, which was why the most Stan could really think to do was retrieve journal 1 from the floor and frantically flip through its pages, hoping that it provided some kind of answer. However, he was quick to find that its information was fractured and incomplete, the tail end of the book only referencing that its chronicles were continued in some unknown second journal. A rush of despair filled Stan as he realized he had no idea what to do about any of this, especially with only the scattered bits and pieces of instructions he had at his disposal. Yet he didn’t have much of a chance to think about what he could possibly do before the elevator in the lab suddenly burst open, a large, pink-haired woman rushing out of it and running into the portal room with wide eyes of alarm.
“Stanford!” she cried, clearly distraught as she came to stand before the portal, not even noticing Stan’s presence as he hung back towards the other end of the room, watching the woman in surprised confusion. “N-no… H-he… he didn’t… H-he said he was only going to… I didn’t think… How could he just… leave like this?”
“Uh…?” The woman gasped as she overheard Stan behind her, spinning around swiftly to face him. He flinched under the tearful, wide-eyed intensity of her gaze, though the way she spoke his brother’s name, so softly and so painfully, was what rattled him more than anything else.
“S-Stanford?” she asked, her movements slow and uncertain as she approached him. “What… w-why do you look so… How did you…?” she paused, bewilderment washing over her expression before stark realization and deep suspicion filled it instead. “Wait… you’re not… w-who… who are you? And why do you look so much like… like him?”
Stan didn’t answer right away, mostly since this woman’s sudden appearance and confusing line of questioning had caught completely off guard amidst his still ongoing shock from what had just happened with the portal. Nonetheless, he answered her rather stiffly and awkwardly all the same. “Who, you mean Ford? Uh, that’s cause I’m his twin brother: Stanley.”
“T-twin… brother?” she asked, apparently baffled by even the idea alone. “Stanford never… he didn’t say anything about having a brother…”
“Ugh, why does that not surprise me?” Stan huffed, a bit of his former bitterness towards Ford returning upon hearing this. “And who exactly are you supposed to be, pinky? You can’t be his girlfriend; there’s no chance in hell a nerd like him would ever be able to land a looker like you, so what, are you like his secretary or therapist or something?”
“Wha—no,” the woman shook her head, still clearly confused. “I’m Rose Quartz, leader of the Crystal Gems. My teammates and I are… o-or rather… we were close friends and research partners with Stanford… But now…” She trailed off as she looked back at the portal before turning back to Stan intently. “Please, tell me what happened here. Did Ford really just… walk into that awful machine willingly?! Even though he knows exactly what and who is waiting on the other side of it?!”
“Uh, he didn’t just walk into it,” Stan remarked, scratching the back of his neck guiltily. “I sort of—I-I mean, he kinda… fell into it… on accident?”
Fortunately, Rose seemed to buy this lie, though all the same, her lovely expression marred with grief and misery it fully hit her that Ford was seemingly lost forever. Tears, ones that were lightly sparkling with what looked like some kind of magic, flowed down her cheeks as she let out a broken, despondent sob. She shook her head sadly as she took a step towards the deactivated portal, looking towards the copy of the gemstone resting over her own navel that was positioned near its base. “T-this is all my fault…” she muttered morosely. “If only I had shown up sooner… I-if only we hadn’t built this… disaster in the first place, then maybe he’d still be here… But I wasn’t and we did… and now… he’s gone…”
“Uh… look,” Stan said, unable to keep himself from empathizing with the mournful pink Gem as he shared much of her heartbreak himself at the moment, though he didn’t let his show as clearly. “I… I don’t know what things were like between you and my brother, but, uh… don’t worry. I’m gonna do everything I can to open this thing back up and get him outta there, not matter how hard it is or how long it might take.”
Rose jolted at this, her tears practically freezing as she looked back to Stan in apt alarm. “W-what?”
“Um… I said I’m gonna figure out a way to get this machine working and bring Ford back,” Stan repeated, rather surprised by her suddenly intense manner. “He left one of his creepy journals here with me, so I guess all I gotta do is find the other ones and then they’ll tell me how to open that portal thing again and he’ll be as good as saved. R-right?”
The pink Gem’s expression was severe as she turned to face him fully, her sadness fading away into authority as she stood, towering over him almost menacingly. “No,” she said, her gentle tone strangely rigid and harsh. “This portal is never going to be opened again. Not my you, or by me, or by anybody else.”
“W-well what about Ford?!” Stan snapped in sudden anger and disbelief. “We can’t just leave him on the other side of that thing! I thought you said you were his friend, why wouldn’t you wanna help him?!”
“I do want to help him!” Rose retorted earnestly. “More than anything else! But we can’t. This machine is a huge risk to this entire planet! Starting it up again could result in the end of this world, of all worlds! For centuries, I’ve taken up the responsibility to protect the Earth and everything on it and that comes first. Above everything… or everyone else.”
“But that’s my brother in there!” Stan exclaimed hotly. “He may be a stubborn know-it-all who left me behind years ago, but he’s still my family! And I’m not about to walk out on him like he walked out on me; I’m stayin’ right here and doing everything I can to get that portal up and running again. I don’t care how risky it might be or what it might cost, I’m saving my brother! Whether you or anyone else likes it or not!”
Rose took in a deep, evening breath at this, her manner cold but not hostile as she stared down at Stan intently, firmly asserting her position as intently as she could. “I can’t—I won’t let you do this. If there was any other way to save Stanford then I would take it in an instant. But as it stands, this portal must remain shut down, it not destroyed entirely. And I’m prepared to do whatever I must to keep it from causing any more harm than it already has.”
“S-so what?” Stan shout back defiantly. “You’re gonna try and stop me, pinky? Is that how this is gonna be?! What makes you think you’ll even be able to keep me from blowing that damn portal wide open, huh?”
“Because,” Rose said staunchly, calmly even. “I know where the third journal is. It’s hidden somewhere safe and secure, a place only I know about. And without it, you’ll never be able to get this portal running again.”
Stan took pause at this, his jaw dropping in surprise at such a pertinent revelation. Of course, his shock only lasted for a moment before it exploded into desperate fury once again. “Y-you have to give me that book!” he shouted almost pleadingly. “It’s the only way I’ll ever be able to save him, please, just-”
“No,” the pink Gem harshly cut him off. “He asked me to keep that journal from falling into the wrong hands, and that’s exactly what I intend on doing. It’s the least I can do for him after… all this…”
“B-but I need it! You don’t understand, I-”
“No, you don’t understand!” Rose interupted intensely. “I’ve given up so much to keep this planet safe; I refuse to let it meet its end as long as I’m around to stop it. This portal is far too dangerous to even exist. It was a mistake to build it. We should have never tried to tamper with forces we didn’t understand, but we did. And while its too late to take that back now, its not too late to keep those forces at bay. Even if that means… even if that means we’ll never see Stanford again…”
By now, Stan’s fists were clenched so tightly at his sides that they were shaking. Still, he kept his violent urges held back against the pink Gem, though he was more than fine with letting his outraged words fly freely. “Fine! If you won’t help me, then I’ll figure out a way to do it without those other two stupid journals! You can try to stop me all you want, pinky, but I’m not giving up until Ford is back here safe and sound, even if it takes the rest of my life! And no one, especially not you, is gonna keep me from bringing my brother back home!”
Rose sighed, clearly exasperated, though for whatever reason, she didn’t react in anger as she simply walked past Stan, intending on leaving. “There really is no changing your mind, is there?” she asked, glancing back over her shoulder at him. “Well, that’s alright. Go ahead and do whatever you feel like you need to. But you should know that I’m going to do whatever I have to do to keep that journal away from you, to keep you from reopening this portal, and to keep this planet safe. And… I’m sure that if Stanford was still here… he’d do the exact same thing.”
Without another word, the pink Gem left, her resolve every bit as clear as Stan’s as he remained standing before the portal, journal 1 still held tightly in his grasp and guilt still weighing heavy on his heart.
Guilt that would linger over him like a constant shadow for the next thirty years.
The next several weeks went by in a dreary, exhausting blur. Stan spent every waking moment down in that basement lab, pouring over every tiny piece of information journal 1 had to offer on the portal as he tried everything he could to get it up and running again. Unfortunately, even with the notes that he had, his knowledge on any of the technology or science behind the machine was next to none, making things all the more difficult. His nights were sleepless, lost to worries and anxiety and remorse and so many other emotions it was hard to keep track of them all. The one upside to all of this was that he hadn’t heard from that pesky Rose Quartz woman since their first encounter, though the thought of her alone was enough to practically enrage him. To think that she had the very information that he needed to reactive the portal and get Ford back, but she refused to relinquish it out of some nonsensical altruistic duty of hers! Certainly, Stan reasoned, that in light of her staunch refusal to so much as even offer a hint of advice in the matter, Rose must not have cared about Ford as much as she claimed to. Then again, Stan hardly felt like he was much better on that front, seeing as how the only reason why Ford was now gone was entirely because of him.
Still, Stan knew that he couldn’t give up, no matter how impossible his odds were proving to be. Because giving up meant never seeing his brother again, and despite all of the mistakes they had made and the bad blood between them, that was one thought he simply couldn’t bear.
Yet even despite his resolve, as the weeks went by, Stan grew weary. Winter was finally starting to ease up somewhat, but that didn’t mean Ford’s house was any less drab and lonely. With most of his time spent working on the portal, Stan didn’t really get much of a chance to clean the hectically cluttered place up, though it wasn’t like he hadn’t lived in squalor before. Rather, what bothered him was that the already rather sparse supply of food in his brother’s cabinets was starting to run dangerously low. Which meant that Stan really had no other choice: he’d have to make a trip into the nearby town for supplies.
Journal 1 had already made mention of the Crystal Gems’ temple base just up the hill from Ford’s house, so Stan made sure to steer clear of it as he made his way downtown. Gravity Falls was apparently a rather small community, and he knew well that rumors traveled fast in small towns, much as they had in Glass Shard Beach, which meant that he’d have to keep a low profile, lest anyone become suspicious. While he didn’t really have a criminal record in Oregon yet, the last thing he wanted was to be reported to any police and hauled away, leaving the portal forever shut down and Ford forever trapped inside it. No one really seemed to pay him much mind, however, as he arrived at a small convenience store to grab a loaf of bread, the most he believed he could reasonably afford on what little money he had to his name.
“Just the bread then, stranger?” the elderly woman at the counter smiled warmly to him as he put it down. “That’ll be 99 cents.”
Stan simply nodded, reaching into his pocket to find only to find a packet of sugar, a paper clip, and a single peso. Nowhere near enough to buy anything really, much to his disappointment.
“Hey, that’s no stranger!” Stan flinched upon hearing a middle-aged woman behind him speak up. “That must be the mysterious science guy who lives in the woods!”
“You mean the one who’s always hangin’ out with those four magical women?” a widely smiling young teenager asked. “He almost never comes around here!”
By now, a curious crowd had started to gather around Stan, who simply tried his best to conceal himself by pulling his hood tighter. Clearly, these people were mistaking him for Ford, an idea he really didn’t want going around, considering the circumstances. “Uh, n-no, no, you’ve got the wrong guy,” he shook his head, trying his best to drive the attention away from him, though still the bystanders persisted.
“I’ve heard some strange stories about that old shack!” another teenager, and a quite awkward one at that, quipped.
“Yeah! Mysterious lights and spooky experiments,” the store’s young employee regaled, much to the rest of the crowd’s interest.
“They say it is full of magic and mystery!” a short-statured woman whose hair was in a large bun remarked brightly.
“Uh, i-it’s really not-” Stan protested, growing more and more nervous by the second.
“Gosh, I’d pay anything to see what kind of shenanigans you get up to in there,” the clerk’s husband said, putting an arm around his wife.
“Oh, me too!” the red-haired woman from before exclaimed. “Do you give any tours?”
“No, really, I-” Stan stopped short, glancing down at the severe lack of money in his hand as a newfound idea came to him. It was a risky one, given what lay buried just underneath the house, but he had find a way to be able to afford the essentials somehow. Which meant that at this point, he really didn’t have too many other options. “Um… y-yes! I do give tours! Ten, n-no, fifteen bucks a person!”
While he hadn’t expected too many takers to agree to such a high price, Stan was reasonably surprised when all of the townsfolk in the store eagerly cheered and presented their cash to him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen so much money, much less money that was intended for him. Money that he’d be more than happy to take if it meant keeping both himself and his mission to rescue his brother alive.
“Sir!” the first woman spoke up with an excited smile. “What did you say your name was again, you man of mystery?”
“Oh, uh, Stan…ford,” he said, somewhat uncertain at first as he quickly convinced him that he had done this before. He had taken up plenty of false names in the past, and while this particular one belonged to his brother, he knew just how much trouble it could keep him out of. So he took it. “Stanford Pines.”
With their money already in hand, Stan lead the eager crowd of townsfolk over to Ford’s house, escorting them into the foyer, which was packed with his brother’s impressive collection of scattered tech and various notes. Certainly if there was anything that would impress this excitable group, it would be found here. “Step right up, folks, to, uh… a world of, um… enchantment or whatever,” Stan said, somewhat uncertain about how to present any of this. Still, he grabbed the first thing he saw, which was some small, strange readio-like device, the functions and purpose of which he had no idea. “Behold, uh, the… nerdy science box.”
The red-haired woman leaned forward a bit to get a better look at the device, only for a sudden spark to burst out of it and strike it squarely in her eyes, making it go lazy before shutting entirely. “Augh! My eye!” she cried, reeling back in pain as the other townsfolk gasped in surprise.
“Oh! Uh, I-I can assure you that’s in no way permanent!” Stan quickly promised, though he had no real way of knowing that himself.
“I paid fifteen dollars for this?!” the woman scoffed, sending him an angry glare as the rest of the crowd began to mumble their disapproval amongst themselves.
“Uhh…” Stan glanced around, desperate to salvage this in any way he could, especially as he heard the first whispers of refunds among the group. Refunds that he couldn’t really afford to give, all things considered. Fortunately though, quick thinking was what he did best. “Y-you’re lucky you weren’t part of the last tour group…” he began, somewhat unsteadily as he grabbed the nearby scientific skeleton and dressed it up in a tropical shirt and shades. “They never made it out alive! …R-right?”
A beat of awkward silence passed at this, but fortunately it was soon broken by the slow-starting laughter of his audience. As it steadily grew into genuine amusement, Stan couldn’t help but let out a small sigh of relief as he realized that this could work. This could be just the of break in his almost constant string of bad luck he needed.
So he ran with it. It took a roughly a week for him to figure everything out, but with a little time and a little elbow grease, he began his latest, most promising business venture yet. After tying up the house, setting up ample flashy signage all around it, and using what he had on hand to create as many bizarre attractions as he could, Stan formally opened what he had decided to call the Murder Hut (though its name would eventually be changed to the Mystery Shack upon the suggestion of a certain purple Gem). The tourist trap did exactly as it advertised, luring people in from all over town and even beyond it to see the oddities put on display. Fortunately for Stan, Gravity Falls already had something of a reputation of being a strange little town, so the folklore basically wrote itself, allowing him to profit off of it even more. And profit he did. In just a matter of months, he had accumulated more money that he had to his name his entire life, money that he put to good use by paying Ford’s bills and keeping things up and running so he could continue on in his still quite tireless mission to rescue him.
If he was perfectly honest with himself, Stan found the tourist trap business to be by far the easiest thing he had ever tried his hand at; it played well to his ability to lie and scam and fool the masses into believing anything he said. After all, it was all part of the fun, so there was really no harm in it. Truly, this was a fresh start, one that came about from the very worst of circumstances, but proved to work out well enough in the end. Still, he made sure to cover his tracks well, formally burying any remnants of his harrowing former life in the remains of a faked car crash, his fake IDs and former crimes tucked away in a hidden box inside his newly created office. In fact, as time went on and his profits and his business grew, there were points where it felt like the mistakes of his tattered, poverty-stricken past didn’t even exist at all.
Still, not all was completely well. After all, Rose Quartz still resided up at the temple just a few minutes up the hill from the shack, and every single time her and Stan happened to encounter each other, tension and conflict usually ensued. Their disagreement over the portal situation was something neither of them could compromise on, to the point that their bitterness towards each other, as well as their harden resolves remained firmly in place for years. They were never able to reconcile over it, even as Stan ended up hiring a young musician who was infatuated with Rose, the other Crystal Gems somehow lost their memories of the entire ordeal, even as Stan ended up developing a close friendship with the small purple one, even as Rose herself gave up her form to bring a half-human child into the world. The contention between them always remained, just about up until the very end of the pink Gem’s existence. And really, considering all of the toil and frustration he had endured over the years as a result of having to do it all on his own, Stan couldn’t really say he held any regret over their rigid relationship. Perhaps, in different circumstances, maybe they could have been on good terms, just Rose apparently had been with Ford, a sentiment that the pink Gem had expressed to Stan herself just a few days before her end, but when it was all said and done, mere sentiments were nowhere close to enough.
Still, even despite Rose’s opposition, Stan remained hard at work on the portal for the next 30 years, to the point that he had developed a fairly steady routine. By day, he’d operate the Mystery Shack, conning tourists and raking in profits without hitch. But at night, he’d make the trip down to the basement, pouring over Ford’s old notes, teaching himself advanced scientific concepts, and working tirelessly towards one single essential goal:
Bringing his brother home.
Present Day
“I couldn’t risk letting anyone learning the truth and sabotaging my mission,” Stan said as he finally concluded his long tale. “So I lied to everyone: the town, my family, you three,” he nodded over to the Gems, who looked less than pleased with everything he had just heard. Even so, the conman decided to deal with them later as he instead addressed his nibblings. “Your parents, even you kids. I gotta admit it’s… been rough, working on this thing all these years all by myself. But in the end, I guess it all finally came together.”
“Came together?” Ford scoffed in appalment. “You could have destroyed our entire reality with this machine! How in the world can you actually stand there and be proud of that fact, Stanley?!”
“Well I would be proud if you would just thank me for finally coming through for you after all these years,” Stan retorted, crossing his arms. “But I guess that’s not good enough for you, is it, Ford? Should’ve expected that, seeing as how nothing ever is!”
The author was more than ready to shoot just as bitter of a retort right back at his brother, but before he could, Steven suddenly interjected. “Whoa, hey, wait!” the young gem implored fretfully. “You guys are brothers! A-and you’ve been apart for so long! You shouldn’t fight; instead you should be happy finally see each other again!”
“Yeah, that’s right!” Mabel added just as fervently. “Like I said earlier, you two gotta hug it out!”
“Pfft, yeah right,” Stan rolled his eyes with a cold scowl.
“Absolutely not,” Ford added, turning his nose up at his brother.
“…Well… at least they agree on something?” Steven shrugged, exchanging a concerned look with Mabel. At the same time, the young Gem happened to glance past her over at Dipper, who had said nothing since Stan had finished his story. Instead, he sat, his gaze fixed on the ground and his expression tight with what almost looked like conflict mingled with frustration, as if he didn’t know what to really make of everything he had just heard. And of course, in light of it all, his apparently bitter silence was more than enough to make Steven worry. “Um… Dipper? Are… are you ok?”
Dipper flinched at this, briefly glancing up at both the young Gem as well as his sister who looked to him with equal concern. Concern that, considering where he currently stood with both of them in light of what had happened in the moments preceding the portal’s activation, he really didn’t want. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” he quickly brushed the matter aside, still not saying much to either of them as he turned his attention to Stan in slight shame. “Um… Grunkle Stan? I, uh… I’m… sorry I didn’t believe you…”
“That’s ok, kid,” Stan nodded with a small smile of acceptance. “I probably wouldn’t have believed me either.”
“Alright, so now we know about everything that apparently happened,” Pearl interjected with an exasperated sigh. “But that still doesn’t explain we don’t remember any part of it that involved us! Right?”
“Right,” Garnet said as Amethyst simply nodded absently. “Our memories are still missing and we still need to get to the bottom of what happened to them.”
“So its time for one of you to start explaining things on that front,” Pearl said, glaring between Stan and Ford. “Particularly you, Stan, seeing as how you seemed to have apparently known something about this all these years!”
“And you didn’t bother to even tell us…” Amethyst muttered despondently, still averting the conman’s gaze as she scowled at the floor. “Just like everything else, I guess…”
Stan hesitated, frowning sympathetically to the purple Gem before he addressed her teammate’s concerns. “What, you think I have something to do with what happened to your memories? Please,” he scoffed. “I wouldn’t know the first thing about who or what jacked them, and I definitely don’t know why. But if you had wanted to talk to someone who might have known about all that, then you should have asked Rose before she up and left you three on your own.”
The Gems couldn’t hold back a collective gasp upon hearing this, all three of them silent for a moment as they exchange an appalled, yet slightly nervous glance. Steven shared in their stark concern, looking to them with wide eyes as he noticed just how doubtful they all seemed to be. Doubt that perhaps wasn’t reserved for what the conman had just said, but rather for what their beloved leader might have hidden from them for so very long.
Still, the Gems had no time to even question this line of logic before the lab monitor blared out once more with a proclamation from Agent Powers from above that quickly startled the entire group below. “I heard talking! It’s coming from downstairs!”
“Oh no! Its too late!” Stan exclaimed in apt alarm. “Those agents are coming for us!”
“Aw man, I was so spellbound by your dramatic tale I forgot all about those dudes!” Soos lamented.
“W-what do we do?” Mabel asked anxiously.
“Finally Gem-up and kick their butts is what we do,” Amethyst growled, a glare still dominating her expression as she pulled her whip out.
“We can’t,” Garnet asserted authoritatively. “Remember Amethyst, they’re after us too.”
“Wait a second… remember… that’s it! I think I know a way we might be able to defeat those agents!” Dipper exclaimed with a gasp of realization, reaching into his bookbag and pulling out the memory gun they had all taken from the museum after shutting the Society of the Blind Eye down. It had been a precaution that the Gems had suggested, though they wanted really no parts in handling the device themselves so Dipper had volunteered to do so instead. And it turned out this was a wise move, seeing as how it could certainly be put to good use for getting the agents off their tail now.
“Of course!” Ford grinned as Dipper handed the memory gun over to him and smiling every bit as brightly, clearly glad for the author’s excited adulation. “I don’t know how you managed to get ahold of one of these, but this is perfect! If I can just amplify the signal to a radio headset frequency…” Ford trailed off, doing just that as he connected the device to the radio tower he knew was above ground and working quickly since he knew well that the agents were on the approach. “Alright, that should do it. Now, everyone, plug your ears and get down!”
“That won’t be necessary,” Garnet interjected quickly before looking to the young Gem beside her. “Steven, you know what to do.”
“Right,” he nodded, throwing his arms out wide as a large pink bubble surrounded the entire group. Upon seeing this, Ford paused, his jaw dropping in apt surprise at the sight of the all-too familiar sphere, though the amazement and curiosity on his expression only seemed to grow as he glanced back down to the young Gem who had created it. Curiosity that was not lost on Stan as he noticed his brother’s marveling expression, one that he instantly understood and instantly disapproved of.
There was no time to address it however, as the blast from the memory gun charged up, unbeknownst to the agents still congregated outside the shack. “Sir, look! There’s a hidden door behind the vending machine!” Trigger exclaimed as he ran out of the house to meet Powers.
“Excellent,” the agent grinned in satisfaction at the near end of this lengthy game of cat and mouse. “Get me Washington on line 1! I’ve been practicing sounds of excitement for this very occasion. Hey, do you hear that?” he asked in reference to the steadily growing whirling sound, one that quickly grew to deafening levels as a heavy flash of energy poured out of the antenna hidden within the shack’s totem pole. The group in the basement was completely protected from its memory-wiping effects thanks to Steven’s bubble, but the agents above ground weren’t so lucky, as their sudden disorientation quickly proved.
“What? Where am I?” Powers asked as he placed a hand against his now throbbing head. “Why am I standing in front of some goofy, fun knick-knack house?”
“Stand down, gentlemen!” Ford ordered as he came to stand on the porch before the agents, acting on the impromptu plan they had all quickly devised in the basement. “I’ve been sent with the latest intel from Washington,” he took out the papers Mabel had handed him right before walking out, filled with zany colorful pictures she had drawn. Still, even despite their random silliness, Ford kept a completely straight, authoritative manner as he continued. “According to this very real report, the power surges in Gravity Falls were actually due to radiation from an unreported meteor shower. As for the claims of ‘aliens’ in the town, the images you apparently have on file were traced back to some young local prankster, making them completely and utterly invalid. A total embarrassment for your whole department. Luckily, I’m here to take this mess off your hands, but I’ll need all of your… floppy disks and 8-tracks… right?”
“Uh, everything about this case is contained on this drive,” Powers said, presenting said flash drive, which Ford quickly took.
“Well, what are you waiting for, a kiss on the cheek?” Ford asked quite harshly. “Get out of here before I have your butts court-martialed!”
“Uh, y-yes, sir!” Powers exclaimed, saluting as he quickly turned to his fellow agents. “False alarm, everyone!”
The rest of the squadron swiftly followed this demand, packing up into their cars and helicopters and leaving the property once and for all. As soon as they were gone, Ford disposed of the flash drive by handing it off to Gompers, who readily took it in his mouth and chewed away before running off. With the coast clear, everyone hidden inside the shack was quick to emerge, the kids rushing forward first, all three of them in equal excitement over the impressive act the author had just put on.
“Great Uncle Stanford, that was amazing!” Mabel exclaimed with a wide smile.
“Yeah! You nearly had me believing all that stuff you were saying, and I know the truth!” Steven said just as brightly.
“Let’s not go crazy,” Stan spoke up dryly. “It was serviceable.”
Ford ignored his brother’s sardonic remark, instead taking in the kids’ praise somewhat bashfully as he let out a small chuckle. “Thank you, kids, but please, call me Ford.”
“Sure, thanks, G-Great Uncle Ford!” Dipper interjected, both anxiously and excitedly, still quite starstruck by the author himself as he pulled out a pen and notepad. “So, uh… Would you mind if I asked you a couple million questions about Gravity Falls?”
“Um, w-well, I… uh…” Ford trailed off, his smile fading as he glanced up towards the Gems, none of who were looking to him rather fondly. Luckily, before he really needed to say anything, Stan stepped in.
“Alright, kids, its been a long day,” the conman said, already starting to usher them away. “Me and my brother have a lot to talk about. Why don’t you hit the hay, huh?”
“B-but, it’s the author!” Dipper protested, rapidly clicking his pen. “I’ve been waiting so long to ask questions about-”
“I said hit the hay!” Stan snapped, pushing both of the twins into the house, much to Dipper’s disappointment in particular.
“The same goes for you, Steven,” Pearl said to the young Gem, gently motioning up to the temple. “A… a lot’s happened today and… um…”
“You need your rest,” Garnet finished, though it was clear her tone wasn’t as steady as it usually was. “In fact, we all do.” She placed firm hands on both of her teammates’ shoulders at this, leaving them with the implication that their night would involve much less rest and more intensive discussion on exactly what was unraveling here.
Steven wanted to say something to both his guardians and the author at this juncture, but he didn’t exactly know what. So instead, he let out a small, sad sigh, following their instructions as he began the trek back up to the temple. The Gems began to follow him, but before they could get to far, Ford hurried after them.
“Wait!” he exclaimed, pausing briefly as they turned to face him, their expressions still as distrustful and uncertain as they had been the moment he stepped out of the portal. Something that honestly didn’t surprise the author that much, given their lack of knowledge of their former friendship, though in a strange way, it still hurt him nonetheless. “Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, I-I…” he hesitated once more before dropping his voice down into a whisper only they could hear. “Is it true? Is she really gone?”
Pearl let out a sharp sigh at this, her glare deepening as she looked away from Ford fiercely. Amethyst still didn’t have much to say at all, which was why Garnet was the one to answer with only a solemn nod. A nod that, in a way, served to confirm what he had desperately not wanted to believe. “W-well then… I suppose the apology I had intended for her all these years will just have to pass along to all of you…” he continued with a remorseful frown. “I truly am sorry for everything that happened between us all those years ago. I made such a momentous mistake and I dragged you three and Rose into it right along with me. B-but… I intend to make up for the wrongs of the past in the present. I know you might not have much reason to trust me now, but I promise that I’ll do whatever it takes to help you three recover your lost memories. It’s the least I can do after… well, you know…”
The Gems were still silent upon hearing this, Amethyst hardly even paying much attention as she instead set her petulant sights on Stan in the distance, who only returned her thinly-veiled glare with a look of silent apologies that were nowhere near sufficient enough. Pearl briefly glanced up at Ford before wrapping her arms around herself tighter, closing her eyes as she refused to offer him so much as even a word. Which once again, left Garnet to be the team’s anchor, even if her manner was anything but strong and steadfast as it usually was when she let out her simple, yet sincere response. “Thank you,” she said, and with that, the Gems turned and began heading for the temple, leaving Ford with age-old regrets that only seemed to weigh all the heavier on him as he watched them go.
Of course, Stan was reminded of quite a few of his own regrets as Ford turned to him, tension filling both of their expressions as they knew they had much to sort out now. Aside from them, the only one still present was Soos, though he was quick to excuse himself in favor of leaving the incoming awkwardness behind. “Uh… I’ll just… let myself out…” the handyman said, though as he ran off, he was quick to excitedly dial is coworker up in order to fill her in. “Wendy, I’ve got something amazing to tell you. Clear the next fourteen hours!”
The Gems had sealed themselves away inside the temple ever since they got back, something that Steven honestly didn’t question that much as he got himself ready for bed. Still, the young Gem’s thoughts were far from quiet as he went about his normal routine, something that felt so strange in light of just how much had changed over the past several hours alone. However, it all came to a grinding halt the moment he happened to stop short and take a glance up at the picture of his mother hanging from the wall above the door.
From Stan and Ford’s respective recollections alone, Steven had managed to learn so much about Rose that he had never really known before. Of course, both of the brothers had told vastly different accounts based on their interactions with the pink Gem, one of them clearly viewing her very highly while the other one only held disdain towards her. And based on these two incredibly conflicting viewpoints, Steven was left not really knowing what to think at all.
On one hand, Rose and the other Crystal Gems had saved the earth from Homeworld. They protected humanity and still strove to do so. They curiously explored the mysteries of Gravity Falls alongside Ford, hoping to find tangible answers that could enlighten mankind. And yet… they had also unwittingly built an effective doomsday device, one that threatened the universe’s safety on more than one occasion. Even after learning about the machine’s true nature, based on what he had heard, it seemed to Steven like Rose didn’t really make any real efforts to try and fix this major mistake she was partially responsible for. The most she had ever really done was keep journal 3 away from Stan, but even that was a very touchy issue. For in doing so, she had effectively barred the conman from the information he needed to save his brother, which was, to the young Gem, a noble, selfless pursuit by all accounts, even despite the relative risks. A pursuit that Rose had fiercely, adamantly tried to stop up until her very end.
But then there was the implication that had left even the Gems reeling, that Rose might have known something about her teammates’ missing memories, that she might have even had something to do with their removal in the first place. It was something that Steven really didn’t want to believe, even despite the long-awaited answers it could possibly point towards if it was true. Because in all honesty, it just didn’t make sense. If Rose had cared about her fellow Gems and supported them as much as Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl always claimed, then why would she keep this part of the past hidden away from them? Why would she have left them in the dark for so long? Why would she have left them behind without even the faintest clue that a piece of each of their memories was missing, leaving them lost, confused, even fractured?
Steven shook his head, his brow furrowing in frustrated confusion as he headed to bed, finally looking away from the peaceful portrait of his mother. His mother, who always seemed to be at the center of so many mysteries that she had now become a mystery herself.
“Ugh, look at us,” Stan remarked as him and Ford stood side by-side in front of the downstairs mirror. The author had traded out his worn, ragged portal gear for more simpler attire: his favorite old tan lab coat over a red sweater and black pants. Yet even despite this shift in clothes, that didn’t mean the brothers didn’t look any less similar, even despite all of the years that had gone by. “When did we become old men?”
“You look like Dad,” Ford remarked with a bit of a wry smirk.
“Ugh, don’t say that,” the conman rolled his eyes, a hint of bemused disgust in his tone as both him and his brother broke out into a small bout of almost bittersweet laughter. Laughter that was, of course, all too quickly replaced with rigid formality once again.
“Ok, Stanley, here’s the deal,” Ford began with a small, somewhat tired sigh. “You can stay here for the rest of the summer to watch the kids. I’ll stay down in the basement and try to contain any remaining damage from the portal. But when the summer’s over, you give me my house back, you give me my name back, and this Mystery Shack junk is over forever. You got it?”
“You really aren’t gonna thank me, are you?” Stan asked, quite taken aback by all these rather harsh demands. Ford simply glanced downward, not even showing a hint of breaking his stoic, cold resolve on the matter, much to Stan’s frustration. “Fine,” he begrudgingly agreed, knowing that he didn’t really have much of a choice. “But on one condition: you stay away from the kids. They’ve already gotten in way over their heads getting involved with all this Gem stuff, and I don’t want them in any more danger. Because as far as I’m concerned, they’re the only family I have left.”
Stan made his point quite clear as he turned and began to head upstairs at this, though he did briefly stop short to glance back at his brother again. “Oh, and one more thing,” he said, his tone still firm and unyielding. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you looked at Steven down in the basement earlier. Just so you know, Sixer, he’s not Rose. He never has been and he never will be, and he doesn’t need you poking and prying at him trying to figure out how that works. He already gets enough of that from the Gems. So don’t be trying to always compare him to her like they do. Because whether you like it or not, Steven’s way better than Rose ever was.”
Ford said nothing in response to this, his glare sharpening just the slightest bit, though Stan didn’t see it for too long as he turned and continued on his way. In fact, neither of them made much of an effort to say anything else at all, for really, what could be said? So much had changed over the past thirty years, but for as much as had shifted, so much of it had also stayed the same, especially between the two brothers. Even despite the years of separation and doubt, they were still back the same place they had been when their close knit bond had fallen apart on that miserable night when they were teenagers. They were still so far away from the camaraderie and companionship they had always found in each other when they were simple, innocent children, cheerfully running across a sunny shore that now only existed in the bittersweet past.
A past that held no place in the now-tarnished present and the uncertain, unsteady future.
“Did you hear what they said?” Mabel asked Dipper as she stood near the attic door, trying her best to overhear what their uncles had been discussing. “I think Grunkle Ford said they’re gonna buy us puppies made of ice cream. Might be wishful thinking though…”
“Uh huh,” Dipper absently replied as he continued working on patching the pieces of the torn photos of himself and Lapis up, a project he had undertaken for the past several weeks and seemed quite deadest on now for some reason. “That’s nice.”
Mabel frowned at this, stepped away from the door as she noticed her brother’s refusal to so much as even glance up at her in his irritated manner. “Uh… w-well, aren’t you excited? I mean, you’ve always wanted to meet the author, and um, bam! Come to find out he’s our grunkle so… that’s pretty cool, i-isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it is,” Dipper said, letting out something of a small sigh of annoyance as he continued taping picture scraps together. “It’s… really cool…”
“Um… Dipper?” Mabel began without really thinking, wanting to ask him exactly what seemed to be bothering him. Though given that she already had a pretty strong hunch as to what the problem was here, her nerves held her back as she went off on a different tangent entirely. “You… you don’t think we’ll turn out like Stan and Ford… d-do you?”
Dipper finally glanced up at this, stilling his progress on the pictures as he looked to his sister in slight confusion. “W-what do you mean?”
Mabel let out a worried sigh as she flopped down onto her bed, not hiding her growing concern this time. “I mean… they used to be best friends, but then they got all stupid. C-can… can you promise me you won’t get stupid?”
Dipper hesitated, something that alone made Mabel’s heart sink, though the flash of what almost looked like appalled anger at her question that ran across his expression did so even more. Still, whatever he might have wanted to say, he kept it to himself, instead simply looking down as he began putting the picture scraps away for the night and answered her in an unresolved mutter. “S-sure… Whatever you say…”
Mabel took in a deep breath at this, guilt filling her slowly as she kept her gaze towards him, even as he reached to turn the light out. “Uh… w-well, I’m… glad to hear that…” she said with a weak, fake smile. “Good night, bro-bro.”
“Yeah…” Dipper sighed as he lay down and purposefully turned away from her, the dejection in his tone clear. “Good night…”
Mabel sighed herself as she set her sights on the ceiling above, restlessness overtaking her amidst her ever-growing Fear. Fear that things were so incredibly possibly different now that it was almost impossible describe everything that had just changed. That tension and anxiety would wash over the tide of togetherness and fun they had known all summer. That the past would soon repeat itself in the present, no matter how much they tried to avoid it.
And that perhaps it had already begun to do just that.
#jen writes#universe falls#steven universe#gravity falls#a tale of two stans#crossover#au#stan#ford#rose quartz#pearl#garnet#amethyst#steven#dipper#mabel#mcgucket#other characters too but whatever#mystery shack#crystal gems#keyword is brothers
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