Rick B-156

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

He smiles. “Thank you. I really appreciate it. But I am sorry you had to deal with that. I don’t even own a car, so… yeah.”

Dipper nodded. “Yeah! It’s my most prized possession!”

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

He smiles. “Thank you. I really appreciate it. But I am sorry you had to deal with that. I don’t even own a car, so… yeah.”

Dipper nodded. “Yeah! It’s my most prized possession!”

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

He smiles. “Thank you. I really appreciate it. But I am sorry you had to deal with that. I don’t even own a car, so… yeah.”

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Suddenly, a scream was heard. One that sounded all too familiar to Stan and Ford.

“Was that-?” Ford stood up and took off in the direction of the sound.

A group of people were surrounding something near the playground. Ford pushed through the crowd and let out a gasp. Laying on the pavement, was his and Stan’s grandnephew, Dipper. He was all beaten up looking and was shaking like crazy.

“Dipper!” Ford exclaimed.

“G-Grunkle F-F-Ford!” Dipper sobbed, reaching out to his great uncle.

“C’mere, kid. I’ve gotcha.” Ford gently lifted him into his arms. “How on earth did you get here?”

“I….I used the journal. Or more specifically, I used a teleportation spell on page ninety five.” Dipper replied.

“Why the heck would you do that? That was an incredibly risky move!” Ford narrowed his eyes.

“I…I know…I just. I’ve been having a hard time at my new school. Mabel and I started high school this year. But we don’t go to the same school anymore. Mabel goes to a normal public high school, while I was enrolled in a private school for the highly gifted. I love the classes there…but…but the other kids are extremely mean to me all the time. All day, everyday. Usually I have Mabel around to protect me, but now…I’m all alone. I’ve been miserable. I’ve just been having a hard time since my sister and I returned from Gravity Falls last summer. I-I don’t like it in Pedimont. I miss Gravity falls. I miss the Mystery Shack, I miss hanging out with Soos and Wendy, and most of all…I…I miss you and Grunkle Stan! I’ve missed you guys so much!” Dipper burst into tears as he curled up in Ford’s arms.

Hattress is bubbling… almost literally, under the coat she wore. She hated bullying. To extremes. If she didn’t have a family here, she would have ripped the space-time continuum again and kicked some kids’ butts.

They brought Dipper to the table and they sat down to eat. Dipper sat between his great uncles and they shared their meals with him.

“I…I’m sorry for popping in out of nowhere.” Dipper sniffled.

“It’s alright, kid. We’ll get ahold of your parents and let them know you’re safe and then we’ll see about getting you home tomor-!” Ford began to say.

“But…But I really don’t want to go home.” Dipper teared up again and then looked down at his plate of food. “I…I really wish I had taken up your offer to be your apprentice. Then I could’ve stayed with you and Stan at the shack.”

Silently: keep Hattress from going insane about the bullies. Matt continues, “And you can talk things over in the meantime.”

Hattress said, “Matt, you’re gonna have to really redo your office.”

Matt shrugged. “I’ll figure it out. There has to be another preset with extra beds.”

Hattress perked, getting an idea. “And we can invite our Fallers! I know our Dip was considering coming over for the holidays anyway, so why not?”

“Fiddleford has a mansion?” Dipper asked.

Izu blushes. “Um… mind if I join you?”

Hattress said, “Izu, is your apartment complex kicking you out again?”

Matt groaned. “Those jerks…” He shakes his head.

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Suddenly, a scream was heard. One that sounded all too familiar to Stan and Ford.

“Was that-?” Ford stood up and took off in the direction of the sound.

A group of people were surrounding something near the playground. Ford pushed through the crowd and let out a gasp. Laying on the pavement, was his and Stan’s grandnephew, Dipper. He was all beaten up looking and was shaking like crazy.

“Dipper!” Ford exclaimed.

“G-Grunkle F-F-Ford!” Dipper sobbed, reaching out to his great uncle.

“C’mere, kid. I’ve gotcha.” Ford gently lifted him into his arms. “How on earth did you get here?”

“I….I used the journal. Or more specifically, I used a teleportation spell on page ninety five.” Dipper replied.

“Why the heck would you do that? That was an incredibly risky move!” Ford narrowed his eyes.

“I…I know…I just. I’ve been having a hard time at my new school. Mabel and I started high school this year. But we don’t go to the same school anymore. Mabel goes to a normal public high school, while I was enrolled in a private school for the highly gifted. I love the classes there…but…but the other kids are extremely mean to me all the time. All day, everyday. Usually I have Mabel around to protect me, but now…I’m all alone. I’ve been miserable. I’ve just been having a hard time since my sister and I returned from Gravity Falls last summer. I-I don’t like it in Pedimont. I miss Gravity falls. I miss the Mystery Shack, I miss hanging out with Soos and Wendy, and most of all…I…I miss you and Grunkle Stan! I’ve missed you guys so much!” Dipper burst into tears as he curled up in Ford’s arms.

Hattress is bubbling… almost literally, under the coat she wore. She hated bullying. To extremes. If she didn’t have a family here, she would have ripped the space-time continuum again and kicked some kids’ butts.

They brought Dipper to the table and they sat down to eat. Dipper sat between his great uncles and they shared their meals with him.

“I…I’m sorry for popping in out of nowhere.” Dipper sniffled.

“It’s alright, kid. We’ll get ahold of your parents and let them know you’re safe and then we’ll see about getting you home tomor-!” Ford began to say.

“But…But I really don’t want to go home.” Dipper teared up again and then looked down at his plate of food. “I…I really wish I had taken up your offer to be your apprentice. Then I could’ve stayed with you and Stan at the shack.”

Silently: keep Hattress from going insane about the bullies. Matt continues, “And you can talk things over in the meantime.”

Hattress said, “Matt, you’re gonna have to really redo your office.”

Matt shrugged. “I’ll figure it out. There has to be another preset with extra beds.”

Hattress perked, getting an idea. “And we can invite our Fallers! I know our Dip was considering coming over for the holidays anyway, so why not?”

“Fiddleford has a mansion?” Dipper asked.

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Suddenly, a scream was heard. One that sounded all too familiar to Stan and Ford.

“Was that-?” Ford stood up and took off in the direction of the sound.

A group of people were surrounding something near the playground. Ford pushed through the crowd and let out a gasp. Laying on the pavement, was his and Stan’s grandnephew, Dipper. He was all beaten up looking and was shaking like crazy.

“Dipper!” Ford exclaimed.

“G-Grunkle F-F-Ford!” Dipper sobbed, reaching out to his great uncle.

“C’mere, kid. I’ve gotcha.” Ford gently lifted him into his arms. “How on earth did you get here?”

“I….I used the journal. Or more specifically, I used a teleportation spell on page ninety five.” Dipper replied.

“Why the heck would you do that? That was an incredibly risky move!” Ford narrowed his eyes.

“I…I know…I just. I’ve been having a hard time at my new school. Mabel and I started high school this year. But we don’t go to the same school anymore. Mabel goes to a normal public high school, while I was enrolled in a private school for the highly gifted. I love the classes there…but…but the other kids are extremely mean to me all the time. All day, everyday. Usually I have Mabel around to protect me, but now…I’m all alone. I’ve been miserable. I’ve just been having a hard time since my sister and I returned from Gravity Falls last summer. I-I don’t like it in Pedimont. I miss Gravity falls. I miss the Mystery Shack, I miss hanging out with Soos and Wendy, and most of all…I…I miss you and Grunkle Stan! I’ve missed you guys so much!” Dipper burst into tears as he curled up in Ford’s arms.

Hattress is bubbling… almost literally, under the coat she wore. She hated bullying. To extremes. If she didn’t have a family here, she would have ripped the space-time continuum again and kicked some kids’ butts.

They brought Dipper to the table and they sat down to eat. Dipper sat between his great uncles and they shared their meals with him.

“I…I’m sorry for popping in out of nowhere.” Dipper sniffled.

“It’s alright, kid. We’ll get ahold of your parents and let them know you’re safe and then we’ll see about getting you home tomor-!” Ford began to say.

“But…But I really don’t want to go home.” Dipper teared up again and then looked down at his plate of food. “I…I really wish I had taken up your offer to be your apprentice. Then I could’ve stayed with you and Stan at the shack.”

Silently: keep Hattress from going insane about the bullies. Matt continues, “And you can talk things over in the meantime.”

Hattress said, “Matt, you’re gonna have to really redo your office.”

Matt shrugged. “I’ll figure it out. There has to be another preset with extra beds.”

Hattress perked, getting an idea. “And we can invite our Fallers! I know our Dip was considering coming over for the holidays anyway, so why not?”

“Fiddleford has a mansion?” Dipper asked.

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Suddenly, a scream was heard. One that sounded all too familiar to Stan and Ford.

“Was that-?” Ford stood up and took off in the direction of the sound.

A group of people were surrounding something near the playground. Ford pushed through the crowd and let out a gasp. Laying on the pavement, was his and Stan’s grandnephew, Dipper. He was all beaten up looking and was shaking like crazy.

“Dipper!” Ford exclaimed.

“G-Grunkle F-F-Ford!” Dipper sobbed, reaching out to his great uncle.

“C’mere, kid. I’ve gotcha.” Ford gently lifted him into his arms. “How on earth did you get here?”

“I….I used the journal. Or more specifically, I used a teleportation spell on page ninety five.” Dipper replied.

“Why the heck would you do that? That was an incredibly risky move!” Ford narrowed his eyes.

“I…I know…I just. I’ve been having a hard time at my new school. Mabel and I started high school this year. But we don’t go to the same school anymore. Mabel goes to a normal public high school, while I was enrolled in a private school for the highly gifted. I love the classes there…but…but the other kids are extremely mean to me all the time. All day, everyday. Usually I have Mabel around to protect me, but now…I’m all alone. I’ve been miserable. I’ve just been having a hard time since my sister and I returned from Gravity Falls last summer. I-I don’t like it in Pedimont. I miss Gravity falls. I miss the Mystery Shack, I miss hanging out with Soos and Wendy, and most of all…I…I miss you and Grunkle Stan! I’ve missed you guys so much!” Dipper burst into tears as he curled up in Ford’s arms.

Hattress is bubbling… almost literally, under the coat she wore. She hated bullying. To extremes. If she didn’t have a family here, she would have ripped the space-time continuum again and kicked some kids’ butts.

They brought Dipper to the table and they sat down to eat. Dipper sat between his great uncles and they shared their meals with him.

“I…I’m sorry for popping in out of nowhere.” Dipper sniffled.

“It’s alright, kid. We’ll get ahold of your parents and let them know you’re safe and then we’ll see about getting you home tomor-!” Ford began to say.

“But…But I really don’t want to go home.” Dipper teared up again and then looked down at his plate of food. “I…I really wish I had taken up your offer to be your apprentice. Then I could’ve stayed with you and Stan at the shack.”

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Suddenly, a scream was heard. One that sounded all too familiar to Stan and Ford.

“Was that-?” Ford stood up and took off in the direction of the sound.

A group of people were surrounding something near the playground. Ford pushed through the crowd and let out a gasp. Laying on the pavement, was his and Stan’s grandnephew, Dipper. He was all beaten up looking and was shaking like crazy.

“Dipper!” Ford exclaimed.

“G-Grunkle F-F-Ford!” Dipper sobbed, reaching out to his great uncle.

“C’mere, kid. I’ve gotcha.” Ford gently lifted him into his arms. “How on earth did you get here?”

“I….I used the journal. Or more specifically, I used a teleportation spell on page ninety five.” Dipper replied.

“Why the heck would you do that? That was an incredibly risky move!” Ford narrowed his eyes.

“I…I know…I just. I’ve been having a hard time at my new school. Mabel and I started high school this year. But we don’t go to the same school anymore. Mabel goes to a normal public high school, while I was enrolled in a private school for the highly gifted. I love the classes there…but…but the other kids are extremely mean to me all the time. All day, everyday. Usually I have Mabel around to protect me, but now…I’m all alone. I’ve been miserable. I’ve just been having a hard time since my sister and I returned from Gravity Falls last summer. I-I don’t like it in Pedimont. I miss Gravity falls. I miss the Mystery Shack, I miss hanging out with Soos and Wendy, and most of all…I…I miss you and Grunkle Stan! I’ve missed you guys so much!” Dipper burst into tears as he curled up in Ford’s arms.

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Ford added. “Our Sherman went on to marry a woman named Kathy and they had a son together. His name was Adam. And Adam went on to marry a young woman named Serena. And they had Dipper and Mabel.”

“Mmmmm! Hattress this is delicious!” Stan purred.

Ford and Rick laughed as well.

He turned to his Grandpa and smiled softly. “Th-Thank you, Grandpa Rick.”

“Chart good! Me like chart!” Songbird smiled.

Stan looked at the chart and grinned. “And it looks like tonight is wild night! I guess that means we’ll be going out to eat for dinner tonight! Yum!”

That night, it was decided that they’d go to Buffalo Wild Wings. They arrived at the restaurant to find that it was a bit noisy. Fortunately Songbird had her noise canceling headphones on, so it didn’t bother her.

Ford on the other hand, started trembling. He didn’t do well in noisy crowded places at all.

Stan noticed his brother turning extremely pale and a look of concern spread over his face. “Stanford? What’s the matter? You look really pale.”

“I….I can’t….too much…I just…too much!” Ford sat down on a bench near the front entrance and clutched his head in his hands.

“Ford….hey.” Stan sat beside him and pulled him close.

Rick frowned and walked over. “Is he okay? What happened?”

“Ford doesn’t do very well in loud crowded places.” Stan explained. “It overstimulates him really easily. He’s been that way since we were kids.”

“You’ve got a great start here. I’m impressed. However, there are a few things that need to be changed. I noticed you used a ton of filler on pages nine and ten. A lot of it is just summaries of the things you talked about earlier on in your paper. I suggest you either rewrite those pages, or if possible, forgo them entirely. Aside from that, all you need to do is fix a few spelling errors, double space each paragraph, and make sure it’s in MLA format.” Ford explained. “You’re doing really well. I know writing papers isn’t always easy. I had to help my twin brother with his papers all the time when we were in middle and high school.”

“It’s true. We didn’t have computers back then, though. So we had to actually write our papers in a note book with a pencil. Man did I get a lot of hand cramps!” Stan chuckled and then smiled. “You know, Ford here actually wrote a thesis in college that was nationally ranked.”

“Yep. That was back when I was still at Backupsmore college. I spent most of my time there studying and learning as much as I could. Back then I wanted nothing more than to be a world renowned scientist and being published in our science text books alongside all the other famous scientists throughout history. And I-!” Ford suddenly felt a huge amount of guilt stab at his chest. Flashbacks to the huge fight he and his brother were in ran through his mind. He seemed to freeze up for a few seconds before suddenly saying aloud. “It-It was all my fault!”

30 years…

Ford breathed shakily.

There was a small park not far from the Addler home. There’s a clearing with a few food and desert stands, and a small stage. A local band played Christmas carols.

Rick nodded.

They all sat down to eat their dinner. Ford looked around at all the Christmas decorations and smiled softly. This would be the first Christmas he’d get to spend with his brother in a long time. He really wanted to make it extra special. But he wasn’t really sure how.

“That Asriel, he meanie.” Songbird huffed. “He always bullying others.”

Ford could see the boy’s father watching, yet he wasn’t doing anything about the situation. He huffed and stood up, deciding to take matters into his own hands.

“Hey kid! Leave that poor girl alone!” Ford snapped.

Asriel froze and the girl ran off.

The father stomped over and glared at Ford. “Who do you think you are pal?!”

“I’m Ford, and your kid was bullying that little girl!” Ford narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah, so?! He was just showing her who’s boss around these parts. That girl was a weirdo!” The father spat and then noticed Ford’s extra fingers. He smirked. “Just like you and your six fingers! You’re an even bigger freak than that little girl!”

Ford hid his hands behind his back and turned and ran off sobbing uncontrollably.

He hissed, “Let me tell YOU something. We FREAKS rule this world. You owe your life to a freak.” He points to the Hattress. He then points at Matt, “You owe your EXISTENCE to that freak.”

He scowled-smiled. “So if you or your son ever utter a word against us again., well… let’s just say you’ll never be seen again.”

He roared, “UNDERSTOOD?!?”

Stan huffed and then ran in the direction his brother ran off in. He eventually found his twin brother sitting on a swing set, staring down at his hands while trembling and sobbing uncontrollably.

“Stanford?” Stan ran over and sat on the empty swing beside him. “Jeez…that man really upset ya, huh?”

“H-He’s not the reason I’m upset. I’m just…I’m just tired, Stanley.” Ford sniffled.

“Tired? Then why don’t we head home and-!” Stan began to say.

“No…I mean…I’m tired of being treated like an outcast. Everywhere we go there’s always people who think I’m a freak! It’s always, look at that freak of nature! What a weirdo! And, get a load of that ugly nerdy weirdo with the six fingers! I’m sick of it!” Ford admitted as tears rolled down his face. “I’ve even been told that you would’ve been really popular and had a lot more friends if you stopped hanging around me so much. And that you’d be better off without me.”

“Stanford…” Stan frowned.

“Ford, don’t you dare say that!” Stan narrowed his eyes.

“But Stanley-!” Ford sighed.

“But nothing! Pardon my language, but I don’t give a flying fuck about being popular or having a lot of friends! You’re more important to me than any of that stuff!” Stan’s voice cracked with sadness and hurt. “I spent thirty years trying to bring you back after you fell into that portal below the Mystery Shack for Fucksakes! Do you honestly think I would’ve spent three decades trying to bring you back if I thought I’d be better off without you around?!”

Ford went silent.

“You’d go crazy trying to find them.” Stan said to Hattress.

Ford had one hand over his mouth. After a moment he stood up and hugged Stan tightly, burying his face in his shoulder. “I don’t ever want to be without you either, Stanley!”

Ford and Stan joined Hattress after a moment.

Izuku said, “This is our daughter, Diane.”

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Ford added. “Our Sherman went on to marry a woman named Kathy and they had a son together. His name was Adam. And Adam went on to marry a young woman named Serena. And they had Dipper and Mabel.”

“Mmmmm! Hattress this is delicious!” Stan purred.

Ford and Rick laughed as well.

He turned to his Grandpa and smiled softly. “Th-Thank you, Grandpa Rick.”

“Chart good! Me like chart!” Songbird smiled.

Stan looked at the chart and grinned. “And it looks like tonight is wild night! I guess that means we’ll be going out to eat for dinner tonight! Yum!”

That night, it was decided that they’d go to Buffalo Wild Wings. They arrived at the restaurant to find that it was a bit noisy. Fortunately Songbird had her noise canceling headphones on, so it didn’t bother her.

Ford on the other hand, started trembling. He didn’t do well in noisy crowded places at all.

Stan noticed his brother turning extremely pale and a look of concern spread over his face. “Stanford? What’s the matter? You look really pale.”

“I….I can’t….too much…I just…too much!” Ford sat down on a bench near the front entrance and clutched his head in his hands.

“Ford….hey.” Stan sat beside him and pulled him close.

Rick frowned and walked over. “Is he okay? What happened?”

“Ford doesn’t do very well in loud crowded places.” Stan explained. “It overstimulates him really easily. He’s been that way since we were kids.”

“You’ve got a great start here. I’m impressed. However, there are a few things that need to be changed. I noticed you used a ton of filler on pages nine and ten. A lot of it is just summaries of the things you talked about earlier on in your paper. I suggest you either rewrite those pages, or if possible, forgo them entirely. Aside from that, all you need to do is fix a few spelling errors, double space each paragraph, and make sure it’s in MLA format.” Ford explained. “You’re doing really well. I know writing papers isn’t always easy. I had to help my twin brother with his papers all the time when we were in middle and high school.”

“It’s true. We didn’t have computers back then, though. So we had to actually write our papers in a note book with a pencil. Man did I get a lot of hand cramps!” Stan chuckled and then smiled. “You know, Ford here actually wrote a thesis in college that was nationally ranked.”

“Yep. That was back when I was still at Backupsmore college. I spent most of my time there studying and learning as much as I could. Back then I wanted nothing more than to be a world renowned scientist and being published in our science text books alongside all the other famous scientists throughout history. And I-!” Ford suddenly felt a huge amount of guilt stab at his chest. Flashbacks to the huge fight he and his brother were in ran through his mind. He seemed to freeze up for a few seconds before suddenly saying aloud. “It-It was all my fault!”

30 years…

Ford breathed shakily.

There was a small park not far from the Addler home. There’s a clearing with a few food and desert stands, and a small stage. A local band played Christmas carols.

Rick nodded.

They all sat down to eat their dinner. Ford looked around at all the Christmas decorations and smiled softly. This would be the first Christmas he’d get to spend with his brother in a long time. He really wanted to make it extra special. But he wasn’t really sure how.

“That Asriel, he meanie.” Songbird huffed. “He always bullying others.”

Ford could see the boy’s father watching, yet he wasn’t doing anything about the situation. He huffed and stood up, deciding to take matters into his own hands.

“Hey kid! Leave that poor girl alone!” Ford snapped.

Asriel froze and the girl ran off.

The father stomped over and glared at Ford. “Who do you think you are pal?!”

“I’m Ford, and your kid was bullying that little girl!” Ford narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah, so?! He was just showing her who’s boss around these parts. That girl was a weirdo!” The father spat and then noticed Ford’s extra fingers. He smirked. “Just like you and your six fingers! You’re an even bigger freak than that little girl!”

Ford hid his hands behind his back and turned and ran off sobbing uncontrollably.

He hissed, “Let me tell YOU something. We FREAKS rule this world. You owe your life to a freak.” He points to the Hattress. He then points at Matt, “You owe your EXISTENCE to that freak.”

He scowled-smiled. “So if you or your son ever utter a word against us again., well… let’s just say you’ll never be seen again.”

He roared, “UNDERSTOOD?!?”

Stan huffed and then ran in the direction his brother ran off in. He eventually found his twin brother sitting on a swing set, staring down at his hands while trembling and sobbing uncontrollably.

“Stanford?” Stan ran over and sat on the empty swing beside him. “Jeez…that man really upset ya, huh?”

“H-He’s not the reason I’m upset. I’m just…I’m just tired, Stanley.” Ford sniffled.

“Tired? Then why don’t we head home and-!” Stan began to say.

“No…I mean…I’m tired of being treated like an outcast. Everywhere we go there’s always people who think I’m a freak! It’s always, look at that freak of nature! What a weirdo! And, get a load of that ugly nerdy weirdo with the six fingers! I’m sick of it!” Ford admitted as tears rolled down his face. “I’ve even been told that you would’ve been really popular and had a lot more friends if you stopped hanging around me so much. And that you’d be better off without me.”

“Stanford…” Stan frowned.

“Ford, don’t you dare say that!” Stan narrowed his eyes.

“But Stanley-!” Ford sighed.

“But nothing! Pardon my language, but I don’t give a flying fuck about being popular or having a lot of friends! You’re more important to me than any of that stuff!” Stan’s voice cracked with sadness and hurt. “I spent thirty years trying to bring you back after you fell into that portal below the Mystery Shack for Fucksakes! Do you honestly think I would’ve spent three decades trying to bring you back if I thought I’d be better off without you around?!”

Ford went silent.

“You’d go crazy trying to find them.” Stan said to Hattress.

Ford had one hand over his mouth. After a moment he stood up and hugged Stan tightly, burying his face in his shoulder. “I don’t ever want to be without you either, Stanley!”

Ford and Stan joined Hattress after a moment.

Izuku said, “This is our daughter, Diane.”

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Ford added. “Our Sherman went on to marry a woman named Kathy and they had a son together. His name was Adam. And Adam went on to marry a young woman named Serena. And they had Dipper and Mabel.”

“Mmmmm! Hattress this is delicious!” Stan purred.

Ford and Rick laughed as well.

He turned to his Grandpa and smiled softly. “Th-Thank you, Grandpa Rick.”

“Chart good! Me like chart!” Songbird smiled.

Stan looked at the chart and grinned. “And it looks like tonight is wild night! I guess that means we’ll be going out to eat for dinner tonight! Yum!”

That night, it was decided that they’d go to Buffalo Wild Wings. They arrived at the restaurant to find that it was a bit noisy. Fortunately Songbird had her noise canceling headphones on, so it didn’t bother her.

Ford on the other hand, started trembling. He didn’t do well in noisy crowded places at all.

Stan noticed his brother turning extremely pale and a look of concern spread over his face. “Stanford? What’s the matter? You look really pale.”

“I….I can’t….too much…I just…too much!” Ford sat down on a bench near the front entrance and clutched his head in his hands.

“Ford….hey.” Stan sat beside him and pulled him close.

Rick frowned and walked over. “Is he okay? What happened?”

“Ford doesn’t do very well in loud crowded places.” Stan explained. “It overstimulates him really easily. He’s been that way since we were kids.”

“You’ve got a great start here. I’m impressed. However, there are a few things that need to be changed. I noticed you used a ton of filler on pages nine and ten. A lot of it is just summaries of the things you talked about earlier on in your paper. I suggest you either rewrite those pages, or if possible, forgo them entirely. Aside from that, all you need to do is fix a few spelling errors, double space each paragraph, and make sure it’s in MLA format.” Ford explained. “You’re doing really well. I know writing papers isn’t always easy. I had to help my twin brother with his papers all the time when we were in middle and high school.”

“It’s true. We didn’t have computers back then, though. So we had to actually write our papers in a note book with a pencil. Man did I get a lot of hand cramps!” Stan chuckled and then smiled. “You know, Ford here actually wrote a thesis in college that was nationally ranked.”

“Yep. That was back when I was still at Backupsmore college. I spent most of my time there studying and learning as much as I could. Back then I wanted nothing more than to be a world renowned scientist and being published in our science text books alongside all the other famous scientists throughout history. And I-!” Ford suddenly felt a huge amount of guilt stab at his chest. Flashbacks to the huge fight he and his brother were in ran through his mind. He seemed to freeze up for a few seconds before suddenly saying aloud. “It-It was all my fault!”

30 years…

Ford breathed shakily.

There was a small park not far from the Addler home. There’s a clearing with a few food and desert stands, and a small stage. A local band played Christmas carols.

Rick nodded.

They all sat down to eat their dinner. Ford looked around at all the Christmas decorations and smiled softly. This would be the first Christmas he’d get to spend with his brother in a long time. He really wanted to make it extra special. But he wasn’t really sure how.

“That Asriel, he meanie.” Songbird huffed. “He always bullying others.”

Ford could see the boy’s father watching, yet he wasn’t doing anything about the situation. He huffed and stood up, deciding to take matters into his own hands.

“Hey kid! Leave that poor girl alone!” Ford snapped.

Asriel froze and the girl ran off.

The father stomped over and glared at Ford. “Who do you think you are pal?!”

“I’m Ford, and your kid was bullying that little girl!” Ford narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah, so?! He was just showing her who’s boss around these parts. That girl was a weirdo!” The father spat and then noticed Ford’s extra fingers. He smirked. “Just like you and your six fingers! You’re an even bigger freak than that little girl!”

Ford hid his hands behind his back and turned and ran off sobbing uncontrollably.

He hissed, “Let me tell YOU something. We FREAKS rule this world. You owe your life to a freak.” He points to the Hattress. He then points at Matt, “You owe your EXISTENCE to that freak.”

He scowled-smiled. “So if you or your son ever utter a word against us again., well… let’s just say you’ll never be seen again.”

He roared, “UNDERSTOOD?!?”

Stan huffed and then ran in the direction his brother ran off in. He eventually found his twin brother sitting on a swing set, staring down at his hands while trembling and sobbing uncontrollably.

“Stanford?” Stan ran over and sat on the empty swing beside him. “Jeez…that man really upset ya, huh?”

“H-He’s not the reason I’m upset. I’m just…I’m just tired, Stanley.” Ford sniffled.

“Tired? Then why don’t we head home and-!” Stan began to say.

“No…I mean…I’m tired of being treated like an outcast. Everywhere we go there’s always people who think I’m a freak! It’s always, look at that freak of nature! What a weirdo! And, get a load of that ugly nerdy weirdo with the six fingers! I’m sick of it!” Ford admitted as tears rolled down his face. “I’ve even been told that you would’ve been really popular and had a lot more friends if you stopped hanging around me so much. And that you’d be better off without me.”

“Stanford…” Stan frowned.

“Ford, don’t you dare say that!” Stan narrowed his eyes.

“But Stanley-!” Ford sighed.

“But nothing! Pardon my language, but I don’t give a flying fuck about being popular or having a lot of friends! You’re more important to me than any of that stuff!” Stan’s voice cracked with sadness and hurt. “I spent thirty years trying to bring you back after you fell into that portal below the Mystery Shack for Fucksakes! Do you honestly think I would’ve spent three decades trying to bring you back if I thought I’d be better off without you around?!”

Ford went silent.

“You’d go crazy trying to find them.” Stan said to Hattress.

Ford had one hand over his mouth. After a moment he stood up and hugged Stan tightly, burying his face in his shoulder. “I don’t ever want to be without you either, Stanley!”

Ford and Stan joined Hattress after a moment.

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Ford added. “Our Sherman went on to marry a woman named Kathy and they had a son together. His name was Adam. And Adam went on to marry a young woman named Serena. And they had Dipper and Mabel.”

“Mmmmm! Hattress this is delicious!” Stan purred.

Ford and Rick laughed as well.

He turned to his Grandpa and smiled softly. “Th-Thank you, Grandpa Rick.”

“Chart good! Me like chart!” Songbird smiled.

Stan looked at the chart and grinned. “And it looks like tonight is wild night! I guess that means we’ll be going out to eat for dinner tonight! Yum!”

That night, it was decided that they’d go to Buffalo Wild Wings. They arrived at the restaurant to find that it was a bit noisy. Fortunately Songbird had her noise canceling headphones on, so it didn’t bother her.

Ford on the other hand, started trembling. He didn’t do well in noisy crowded places at all.

Stan noticed his brother turning extremely pale and a look of concern spread over his face. “Stanford? What’s the matter? You look really pale.”

“I….I can’t….too much…I just…too much!” Ford sat down on a bench near the front entrance and clutched his head in his hands.

“Ford….hey.” Stan sat beside him and pulled him close.

Rick frowned and walked over. “Is he okay? What happened?”

“Ford doesn’t do very well in loud crowded places.” Stan explained. “It overstimulates him really easily. He’s been that way since we were kids.”

“You’ve got a great start here. I’m impressed. However, there are a few things that need to be changed. I noticed you used a ton of filler on pages nine and ten. A lot of it is just summaries of the things you talked about earlier on in your paper. I suggest you either rewrite those pages, or if possible, forgo them entirely. Aside from that, all you need to do is fix a few spelling errors, double space each paragraph, and make sure it’s in MLA format.” Ford explained. “You’re doing really well. I know writing papers isn’t always easy. I had to help my twin brother with his papers all the time when we were in middle and high school.”

“It’s true. We didn’t have computers back then, though. So we had to actually write our papers in a note book with a pencil. Man did I get a lot of hand cramps!” Stan chuckled and then smiled. “You know, Ford here actually wrote a thesis in college that was nationally ranked.”

“Yep. That was back when I was still at Backupsmore college. I spent most of my time there studying and learning as much as I could. Back then I wanted nothing more than to be a world renowned scientist and being published in our science text books alongside all the other famous scientists throughout history. And I-!” Ford suddenly felt a huge amount of guilt stab at his chest. Flashbacks to the huge fight he and his brother were in ran through his mind. He seemed to freeze up for a few seconds before suddenly saying aloud. “It-It was all my fault!”

30 years…

Ford breathed shakily.

There was a small park not far from the Addler home. There’s a clearing with a few food and desert stands, and a small stage. A local band played Christmas carols.

Rick nodded.

They all sat down to eat their dinner. Ford looked around at all the Christmas decorations and smiled softly. This would be the first Christmas he’d get to spend with his brother in a long time. He really wanted to make it extra special. But he wasn’t really sure how.

“That Asriel, he meanie.” Songbird huffed. “He always bullying others.”

Ford could see the boy’s father watching, yet he wasn’t doing anything about the situation. He huffed and stood up, deciding to take matters into his own hands.

“Hey kid! Leave that poor girl alone!” Ford snapped.

Asriel froze and the girl ran off.

The father stomped over and glared at Ford. “Who do you think you are pal?!”

“I’m Ford, and your kid was bullying that little girl!” Ford narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah, so?! He was just showing her who’s boss around these parts. That girl was a weirdo!” The father spat and then noticed Ford’s extra fingers. He smirked. “Just like you and your six fingers! You’re an even bigger freak than that little girl!”

Ford hid his hands behind his back and turned and ran off sobbing uncontrollably.

He hissed, “Let me tell YOU something. We FREAKS rule this world. You owe your life to a freak.” He points to the Hattress. He then points at Matt, “You owe your EXISTENCE to that freak.”

He scowled-smiled. “So if you or your son ever utter a word against us again., well… let’s just say you’ll never be seen again.”

He roared, “UNDERSTOOD?!?”

Stan huffed and then ran in the direction his brother ran off in. He eventually found his twin brother sitting on a swing set, staring down at his hands while trembling and sobbing uncontrollably.

“Stanford?” Stan ran over and sat on the empty swing beside him. “Jeez…that man really upset ya, huh?”

“H-He’s not the reason I’m upset. I’m just…I’m just tired, Stanley.” Ford sniffled.

“Tired? Then why don’t we head home and-!” Stan began to say.

“No…I mean…I’m tired of being treated like an outcast. Everywhere we go there’s always people who think I’m a freak! It’s always, look at that freak of nature! What a weirdo! And, get a load of that ugly nerdy weirdo with the six fingers! I’m sick of it!” Ford admitted as tears rolled down his face. “I’ve even been told that you would’ve been really popular and had a lot more friends if you stopped hanging around me so much. And that you’d be better off without me.”

“Stanford…” Stan frowned.

“Ford, don’t you dare say that!” Stan narrowed his eyes.

“But Stanley-!” Ford sighed.

“But nothing! Pardon my language, but I don’t give a flying fuck about being popular or having a lot of friends! You’re more important to me than any of that stuff!” Stan’s voice cracked with sadness and hurt. “I spent thirty years trying to bring you back after you fell into that portal below the Mystery Shack for Fucksakes! Do you honestly think I would’ve spent three decades trying to bring you back if I thought I’d be better off without you around?!”

Ford went silent.

“You’d go crazy trying to find them.” Stan said to Hattress.

Ford had one hand over his mouth. After a moment he stood up and hugged Stan tightly, burying his face in his shoulder. “I don’t ever want to be without you either, Stanley!”

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Ford added. “Our Sherman went on to marry a woman named Kathy and they had a son together. His name was Adam. And Adam went on to marry a young woman named Serena. And they had Dipper and Mabel.”

“Mmmmm! Hattress this is delicious!” Stan purred.

Ford and Rick laughed as well.

He turned to his Grandpa and smiled softly. “Th-Thank you, Grandpa Rick.”

“Chart good! Me like chart!” Songbird smiled.

Stan looked at the chart and grinned. “And it looks like tonight is wild night! I guess that means we’ll be going out to eat for dinner tonight! Yum!”

That night, it was decided that they’d go to Buffalo Wild Wings. They arrived at the restaurant to find that it was a bit noisy. Fortunately Songbird had her noise canceling headphones on, so it didn’t bother her.

Ford on the other hand, started trembling. He didn’t do well in noisy crowded places at all.

Stan noticed his brother turning extremely pale and a look of concern spread over his face. “Stanford? What’s the matter? You look really pale.”

“I….I can’t….too much…I just…too much!” Ford sat down on a bench near the front entrance and clutched his head in his hands.

“Ford….hey.” Stan sat beside him and pulled him close.

Rick frowned and walked over. “Is he okay? What happened?”

“Ford doesn’t do very well in loud crowded places.” Stan explained. “It overstimulates him really easily. He’s been that way since we were kids.”

“You’ve got a great start here. I’m impressed. However, there are a few things that need to be changed. I noticed you used a ton of filler on pages nine and ten. A lot of it is just summaries of the things you talked about earlier on in your paper. I suggest you either rewrite those pages, or if possible, forgo them entirely. Aside from that, all you need to do is fix a few spelling errors, double space each paragraph, and make sure it’s in MLA format.” Ford explained. “You’re doing really well. I know writing papers isn’t always easy. I had to help my twin brother with his papers all the time when we were in middle and high school.”

“It’s true. We didn’t have computers back then, though. So we had to actually write our papers in a note book with a pencil. Man did I get a lot of hand cramps!” Stan chuckled and then smiled. “You know, Ford here actually wrote a thesis in college that was nationally ranked.”

“Yep. That was back when I was still at Backupsmore college. I spent most of my time there studying and learning as much as I could. Back then I wanted nothing more than to be a world renowned scientist and being published in our science text books alongside all the other famous scientists throughout history. And I-!” Ford suddenly felt a huge amount of guilt stab at his chest. Flashbacks to the huge fight he and his brother were in ran through his mind. He seemed to freeze up for a few seconds before suddenly saying aloud. “It-It was all my fault!”

30 years…

Ford breathed shakily.

There was a small park not far from the Addler home. There’s a clearing with a few food and desert stands, and a small stage. A local band played Christmas carols.

Rick nodded.

They all sat down to eat their dinner. Ford looked around at all the Christmas decorations and smiled softly. This would be the first Christmas he’d get to spend with his brother in a long time. He really wanted to make it extra special. But he wasn’t really sure how.

“That Asriel, he meanie.” Songbird huffed. “He always bullying others.”

Ford could see the boy’s father watching, yet he wasn’t doing anything about the situation. He huffed and stood up, deciding to take matters into his own hands.

“Hey kid! Leave that poor girl alone!” Ford snapped.

Asriel froze and the girl ran off.

The father stomped over and glared at Ford. “Who do you think you are pal?!”

“I’m Ford, and your kid was bullying that little girl!” Ford narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah, so?! He was just showing her who’s boss around these parts. That girl was a weirdo!” The father spat and then noticed Ford’s extra fingers. He smirked. “Just like you and your six fingers! You’re an even bigger freak than that little girl!”

Ford hid his hands behind his back and turned and ran off sobbing uncontrollably.

He hissed, “Let me tell YOU something. We FREAKS rule this world. You owe your life to a freak.” He points to the Hattress. He then points at Matt, “You owe your EXISTENCE to that freak.”

He scowled-smiled. “So if you or your son ever utter a word against us again., well… let’s just say you’ll never be seen again.”

He roared, “UNDERSTOOD?!?”

Stan huffed and then ran in the direction his brother ran off in. He eventually found his twin brother sitting on a swing set, staring down at his hands while trembling and sobbing uncontrollably.

“Stanford?” Stan ran over and sat on the empty swing beside him. “Jeez…that man really upset ya, huh?”

“H-He’s not the reason I’m upset. I’m just…I’m just tired, Stanley.” Ford sniffled.

“Tired? Then why don’t we head home and-!” Stan began to say.

“No…I mean…I’m tired of being treated like an outcast. Everywhere we go there’s always people who think I’m a freak! It’s always, look at that freak of nature! What a weirdo! And, get a load of that ugly nerdy weirdo with the six fingers! I’m sick of it!” Ford admitted as tears rolled down his face. “I’ve even been told that you would’ve been really popular and had a lot more friends if you stopped hanging around me so much. And that you’d be better off without me.”

“Stanford…” Stan frowned.

“Ford, don’t you dare say that!” Stan narrowed his eyes.

“But Stanley-!” Ford sighed.

“But nothing! Pardon my language, but I don’t give a flying fuck about being popular or having a lot of friends! You’re more important to me than any of that stuff!” Stan’s voice cracked with sadness and hurt. “I spent thirty years trying to bring you back after you fell into that portal below the Mystery Shack for Fucksakes! Do you honestly think I would’ve spent three decades trying to bring you back if I thought I’d be better off without you around?!”

Ford went silent.

Hattress and Matt would find that a lot had changed since the last time they saw them. For one thing, Morty was all grown up. He was now Twenty years old. The young man had also hit a growth spurt and was now almost as tall as his grandpa. His hair had also grown out quite a bit as well. Morty was also a fully fledged interdimensional scientist. He wore a white lab coat like Rick once did and he was now sporting a yellow turtle neck instead of a t-shirt.

Rick had also changed a bit. He had elected to grow his hair out, so it was a lot longer than before. He also had a stubbled beard and mustache. No longer was he wearing a lab coat, but rather, he was wearing a uniform for the new and improved Citadel. One which he had founded with a few of his other alternates. He was the leader of the said Citadel.

Ford added. “Our Sherman went on to marry a woman named Kathy and they had a son together. His name was Adam. And Adam went on to marry a young woman named Serena. And they had Dipper and Mabel.”

“Mmmmm! Hattress this is delicious!” Stan purred.

Ford and Rick laughed as well.

He turned to his Grandpa and smiled softly. “Th-Thank you, Grandpa Rick.”

“Chart good! Me like chart!” Songbird smiled.

Stan looked at the chart and grinned. “And it looks like tonight is wild night! I guess that means we’ll be going out to eat for dinner tonight! Yum!”

That night, it was decided that they’d go to Buffalo Wild Wings. They arrived at the restaurant to find that it was a bit noisy. Fortunately Songbird had her noise canceling headphones on, so it didn’t bother her.

Ford on the other hand, started trembling. He didn’t do well in noisy crowded places at all.

Stan noticed his brother turning extremely pale and a look of concern spread over his face. “Stanford? What’s the matter? You look really pale.”

“I….I can’t….too much…I just…too much!” Ford sat down on a bench near the front entrance and clutched his head in his hands.

“Ford….hey.” Stan sat beside him and pulled him close.

Rick frowned and walked over. “Is he okay? What happened?”

“Ford doesn’t do very well in loud crowded places.” Stan explained. “It overstimulates him really easily. He’s been that way since we were kids.”

“You’ve got a great start here. I’m impressed. However, there are a few things that need to be changed. I noticed you used a ton of filler on pages nine and ten. A lot of it is just summaries of the things you talked about earlier on in your paper. I suggest you either rewrite those pages, or if possible, forgo them entirely. Aside from that, all you need to do is fix a few spelling errors, double space each paragraph, and make sure it’s in MLA format.” Ford explained. “You’re doing really well. I know writing papers isn’t always easy. I had to help my twin brother with his papers all the time when we were in middle and high school.”

“It’s true. We didn’t have computers back then, though. So we had to actually write our papers in a note book with a pencil. Man did I get a lot of hand cramps!” Stan chuckled and then smiled. “You know, Ford here actually wrote a thesis in college that was nationally ranked.”

“Yep. That was back when I was still at Backupsmore college. I spent most of my time there studying and learning as much as I could. Back then I wanted nothing more than to be a world renowned scientist and being published in our science text books alongside all the other famous scientists throughout history. And I-!” Ford suddenly felt a huge amount of guilt stab at his chest. Flashbacks to the huge fight he and his brother were in ran through his mind. He seemed to freeze up for a few seconds before suddenly saying aloud. “It-It was all my fault!”

30 years…

Ford breathed shakily.

There was a small park not far from the Addler home. There’s a clearing with a few food and desert stands, and a small stage. A local band played Christmas carols.

Rick nodded.

They all sat down to eat their dinner. Ford looked around at all the Christmas decorations and smiled softly. This would be the first Christmas he’d get to spend with his brother in a long time. He really wanted to make it extra special. But he wasn’t really sure how.

“That Asriel, he meanie.” Songbird huffed. “He always bullying others.”

Ford could see the boy’s father watching, yet he wasn’t doing anything about the situation. He huffed and stood up, deciding to take matters into his own hands.

“Hey kid! Leave that poor girl alone!” Ford snapped.

Asriel froze and the girl ran off.

The father stomped over and glared at Ford. “Who do you think you are pal?!”

“I’m Ford, and your kid was bullying that little girl!” Ford narrowed his eyes.

“Yeah, so?! He was just showing her who’s boss around these parts. That girl was a weirdo!” The father spat and then noticed Ford’s extra fingers. He smirked. “Just like you and your six fingers! You’re an even bigger freak than that little girl!”

Ford hid his hands behind his back and turned and ran off sobbing uncontrollably.

He hissed, “Let me tell YOU something. We FREAKS rule this world. You owe your life to a freak.” He points to the Hattress. He then points at Matt, “You owe your EXISTENCE to that freak.”

He scowled-smiled. “So if you or your son ever utter a word against us again., well… let’s just say you’ll never be seen again.”

He roared, “UNDERSTOOD?!?”

Stan huffed and then ran in the direction his brother ran off in. He eventually found his twin brother sitting on a swing set, staring down at his hands while trembling and sobbing uncontrollably.

“Stanford?” Stan ran over and sat on the empty swing beside him. “Jeez…that man really upset ya, huh?”

“H-He’s not the reason I’m upset. I’m just…I’m just tired, Stanley.” Ford sniffled.

“Tired? Then why don’t we head home and-!” Stan began to say.

“No…I mean…I’m tired of being treated like an outcast. Everywhere we go there’s always people who think I’m a freak! It’s always, look at that freak of nature! What a weirdo! And, get a load of that ugly nerdy weirdo with the six fingers! I’m sick of it!” Ford admitted as tears rolled down his face. “I’ve even been told that you would’ve been really popular and had a lot more friends if you stopped hanging around me so much. And that you’d be better off without me.”

“Stanford…” Stan frowned.