Time Dilation: Gravity Falls AU
What if instead of Ford being sent through the multiverse he was sent through time?
Basically, this AU covers some Ford shenanigans and the events leading up to the Portal incident, as well as shows what Ford is doing in the present moment- I think it's some pretty fun stuff, so, I'm gonna post the first chapter here to see if anyone's interested! I'm almost done with chapter 2 (Which is the better chapter imo so far) but, I thought I'd post something about it here! (There will be a link to my Ao3 at the end!!!)
It had only been a couple of weeks since Stanford Pines had moved in to Gravity falls, he never thought he'd ever manage to find a place as perfect as this, it was everything he had dreamed of when his was a kid, and more.
He had just had his first encounter with the Gnomes, it was quite the scuffle, but he managed to defeat them, but not without getting a small bump his head. There were only about 4 or so. Perhaps they are short in population? It didn't matter all that much to him, just another addition to his Journal, like usual.
He had been on his way home through the woods, he had discovered more of the āweirdnessā the deeper he went through these woods, so he made sure to always try and start the day with a nice hike in the mornings, sketching and writing his Journal along the way.Ā
Though, the gnomes were something new, the first type of āhumanoidā and sentient being he had come across besides the townfolk.
That was till he saw a hooded figure in a slightly dark and tattered cloak, putting what appeared to be a letter into a mailboxā¦
In the middle of the woods.
Ford decided to ascertain the situation, before he was going to greet the stranger.Ā
He had never been one for social situations after all.
He watched as the mailbox seemingly came to life as shook, before simply opening its little flap on the front side. He watched as the hooded figure reached inside and pulled out what looked like a different piece of paper before reading it carefully.Ā
The figure almost immediately turned around and locked eyes with Ford, he cursed at himself, before making a break for it. Ford, (wanting to learn more about him and the mailbox) quickly gave chase to the figure. The figure was always one step ahead of him somehow and made a sharp right turn behind a large tree.
āWait, don't leave!ā Ford exclaimed as made the same sharp turn, and stopping dead in his tracks.
The figure was gone.
Seemingly without a trace as well, Ford had looked around for any clues of where the figure may have ran off to, but, there was absolutely nothing. He cursed at himself, before making his way back to the mailbox.Ā
Perhaps he could find more answers there?Ā
But, with what he had learned so far, it would probably just raise more questions than anything.
He made it back to the little opening in the woods, and walked up to the mailbox carefully. Out of curiosity, he ripped a small piece of paper from his journal, and wrote; āHello?ā
He stuck it in the mailbox, making sure to close the flap. He waited a few seconds, before it started to shake just as it had earlier. It popped open, with a new small piece of paper, with a very fancy ink seemingly printed on it.Ā
Ford looked at it carefully, attempting to examine the entire note before reading it. But the only thing it seemed to have wrote was āHelloā back.
Ah, a sentient mailbox, well, that was certainly new.
Ford made a note in his journal āAnomaly #54ā and made a quick sketch of it in the lower right hand corner.
He got a new piece of paper, and wrote a quick introduction.
āHello, my name is Stanford Pines, I am a scientist and researcher of gravity falls. Now, who might you be?ā
Ford was never really much for pleasantries, always clear and straight to the point.
He stuck in the mailbox, before quickly getting a response.
āYes, I know of you, Mr. Pines. As for me, many have called me a god, but I am simply here to provide Humanity with enlightenment and knowledge. You may ask me any questions you may have, and I will answer them.ā
Ford whispered to himself; āFascinatingā¦ā Before make another quick note in his journal.
Ford wasn't sure where to start, he wanted to test it before asking any pressing questions. He thought of his interaction with the gnomes earlier, and decided to ask a quick question to test his so called information skills.
He asked the mailbox who he fought earlier this morning, and the mailbox spat out with about 7 different names.
āCarl, Francis, Steve, Gerald, Bart, Jack, and Shmebulock. All of whom were gnomes, you however, only saw 4 of them, the other 3 were flinging rocks at you from above.ā
Ah, so that's what that was, rubbing the bump on his head.Ā
He asked a few more random questions, and getting answers before adding them to his notebook. Seems the mailbox held a lot of knowledge, he'd definitely make sure to add this to his morning rounds.
He thought for a moment, before finally asking āWho was the hooded figure earlier?āĀ
āI cannot tell you at this time.ā
Ford was confused, and asked āWhy not?ā
The mailbox simply repeated itself.
āI cannot tell you at this time.ā
Ford started to get frustrated and asked; āWhy can't you tell me?ā
And the mailbox repeated itself, and wrote something new down.
āI cannot tell you at this timeā and at the bottom, was a strange cipher, with a bunch of different symbols.
Ford was not very pleased, but inevitably gave up before adding to his Journal āCan, and will withhold information.ā Before giving up for the day, and heading home.
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Cut to another Ford, many, many years into the future. He is currently floating through what appears to be an endless void.
He looked very different, time does seem to have the effect on people. He was wearing pretty much the same outfit, but with a longĀ dark robe over it, with some extra stuff added for what was either for Functionality or flair. Probably the former.
He was attempting to sit criss-cross, but, again, it's an infinite and endless void. So, he was struggling.
He was very clearly frustrated, you could tell by his disgruntled expression on his face. His arms were also crossed, angrily so.Ā
Ford was talking to himself aloud, letting his words try and fill the void.
āAll those years, and for what? Me to be stuck here, in an endless void, waiting to just what? Starve to death? I can't just sit here and do nothing, but if I tried toā¦ā
He looked at his wrist, there appeared to be some type of strange watch wrapped around it. He looked at it carefully, before getting a flashback to him being chased by two massive figures, who almost looked like policemen, but much more futuristic.
He shook his head, and spoke to himself again.
āNo, no, there has to be another way.ā He checked his pockets, nothing but half-eaten granola bar, and some loose change. He checked his little book satchel, but, there was just another one his journals, with a golden 6-fingered handprint, and the number 4 on it.Ā
He sighed, seemingly have given up entirely.
āWell, seems like it's the only option, here we go!ā
He pushes a button on the side of the watch, before everything warps and spins around him. The void seemed to collapse in on itself, and as everything shifted and changed. He could very clearly see something floating rapidly towards him, he tried to move out of the way and that's when it hit him, knocking him into unconsciousness, almost immediately.
End Chapter 1
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