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Painfully Dreaming- Part Two

Bill pushed Ford to the ground and wrapped chains around his arms, legs, torso and neck, cutting off his precious airway. Bill floated down and laid down next to Ford. Ford couldn’t breathe. “You tried to kill me, so I'm going to kill you… It's only fair..”. He started to run out of air. What seemed like his last words were “Help me Stanley…” 

Suddenly, Ford woke up. 

“Stan…” Ford mumbled in his raspy voice. Stan rushed into the room and sat by Ford’s side. “You ok, Sixer?” Stan asked as he walked into the room. Ford pulled down his turtleneck and suddenly Stan saw it. Bruises. Bruises on Ford’s neck. From. The. Chains.

“Did he-” 

“Y-yeah…”

Stan looked furious. He looked like he wanted to scream. “Why that little-” 

“Stan, calm down. I-I don’t know how he’s alive, but we need to not worry a-about it. T-thinking about him is going to attract him m-more.”. Stan sighed. “Fine. But I don’t want him going near you, even in dreams.” “They're more like nightmares.” Ford chuckled, then sighed. He still had that same pain in his side, only it felt worse. “Is it starting to feel better Sixer?” Stan asked.

“N-not really… it almost hurts more actually…”

Stan sighed. He got up, and left the room. Ford laid in bed, wondering how Bill was still alive. He knew he wasn’t supposed to think about him, but he couldn’t help it. He turned towards the wall and sighed once again. Stan came back a couple minutes later with a bag of ice in one hand, and some food in the other. Stan set the food on the nightstand next to Ford, while he gave him the ice pack. Ford laid on his back, and he saw him. He was right there. Bill.

 “AH!” Ford screamed. Stan looked around the room but saw nothing. Ford peeked his head out and saw he was gone. “What happened, Sixer? Didja see something?” Stan asked, with a worried look on his face. 

“I-I could've sworn I saw h-him again...” 

“...”

Ford tried to sit up, but couldn’t. Stan grabbed both of Ford’s hands and helped him get up. “Stan… I-I don’t know how he’s alive…”. “That’s ok Sixer. Even if you are the smartest person I know, you don’t have to have the answer to everything.” Ford smiled back at Stan. “Here, I got you some jelly beans. I thought you would like them.”

“T-Thanks, Stan…”

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((I can’t see it die! T_T ))

Originally posted by gaygemgoddess

POV: You are 0.25 seconds away from getting your neck snapped.

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Gone But Still Here~Part 2

qljsdnvlajks it’s done 

:) enjoy

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Sixer? No… nonono… Ford wake up…. C’mon, wake up!...

Ford peeks open his eyes just a crack to see him in a different room, his twin brother looking down at him, and 2 12-year olds talking to each other.

“Ford? Can you hear me?” Stan waves a hand in front of Ford’s face, but he barely notices it.

“S-Stanley…?”

“Yes! Yes, it’s me! Are you ok??”

“I-I don’t know…”

“Ford… I know you are worried but…”

Stan wraps his arms around Ford once more.

“We got you. We’ll protect you from him.”

“S-Stan… What happened?...”

“You had a panic attack and passed out. We took you upstairs to wait for you to wake up.”

Ford sits up and scooches away from Stan quietly mumbles a “Thank you.”

“Do you need or want anything, Ford?”

“No… I’m ok…”

“Kids, could you go up to your room?”

“Sure, Grunkle Stan.”

Stan watches as the two twins head up the stairs mumbling and whispering to each other.

“Ford, I know when somethings wrong. Just tell me what it is. Please.”

“W-well…”

“Sixer, I know I haven’t been the greatest brother, but I care about you. Please, tell me so I can help you.”

Ford hesitates, but eventually mumbles a “A-Alright…”

Stan smiles back at his brother and lets him speak.

“I-I’m scared that Bill i-is still alive in your mind, and he’s gonna possess you and trick me again…”

Stan shakes his head and chuckles at the silly fear Ford developed. 

“Sixer, it’s fine-”

“C-Can you not call me that?”

“Why?”

“B-Bill called me that all the time.”

“Alright Ford.” 

Stan grabs Ford’s wrist and helps him stand up. They stand there awkwardly for a second, until Ford walks up and hugs Stan. Stan smiles and hugs him back. Ford’s grip tightens and he buries his head in Stan’s shoulder.

“Thank you…”

@overheard-at-the-mystery-shack

If you can’t read it (sorry for that!), here is the comic

Ford: On a scale from 1-10, how would you rate your emotional pain?

Dipper: Pi.

Dipper: Low-scale but never-ending.

Ford:

Ford, thinking: Is he okay?

No, he is not Ford.

too easy to do

just kidding imma go make a fic ab this pic by @spinetrick instead

Painfully Dreaming

Part One

“Ford? Are you awake?” Stan said, shaking Ford while he was sleeping. Ford slowly opened his eyes to see his brother sitting right next to him, looking at his face worriedly. As Ford tried to mumble something, he felt a sharp, brutal pain in his side. It felt like he was being stabbed. “Easy Sixer.” Stan sighed. “You don’t want to move around too much.”. Ford tried to lift up the blanket to look at his wound, but it was just oh, so cold. “Here, Drink this. It’ll help.” Stan insisted. Ford grabbed the cup and sipped a little at a time. Hot cocoa, Ford thought, so he didn’t forget. 

When Ford and Stan were younger and their parents weren’t home, they would always make hot cocoa. Whether it was by heating up chocolate milk, or making it from packets, they would make it, sit on the couch and make up spooky stories to tell to each other.

“I’ll leave you be for now. You should get some rest.” Ford reached his hand out as Stan started to get up. “It’s ok Sixer. I’ll be back after you take a nap.” Ford sighed. Well, I should probably get some sleep. Maybe when I wake up the pain won’t be as bad. Ford drifted off to sleep about 10 minutes later, because of the exhaustion of the day before. Stan and Ford were out monster hunting in a lake that apparently had a monster in it. Ford saw a shadow in the water and shielded Stan so he wouldn’t get hurt. 

Ford was in a dream. The same field as before, and the same things as before. Ford didn’t worry about it and thought he was just having the same dream as before. But… Bill was there. And he acted differently. “You can’t get rid of me that easy Sixer…” He thought he heard Bill say. Bill suddenly appeared in his face. “Stanford! You really thought I was gone, didnt you?”. Impossible… Ford thought.