Did any of you ever realized those posters on Ford’s wall while he was studying at Backup College? Just look:
The first one everyone knows – Tesla. But come on! Look at the other guy.
This is Carl Sagan – well known cosmologist, astrophysicist, astronomer and astrobiologist. He was also interested in UFO raports and stuff… But… Let’s look at him. Just look.
Isn’t he a meme? But it is not the point of it. Look at his clothes… I mean: Do you see the similarity? Or is it just me?
Well… Looks kind of familiar, doesn’t it?
((No, I’m sorry, I had to do that))
But wait… There is something else. Not only the old Ford wears the same clothes as his idol – Carl Sagan.
That nerd used to dress himself like Sagan when he was young as well: just look! Isn’t it kind of adorable?
AND THIS IS NOT THE END
Their clothes are so similar. I can’t help it. Like… Ford is so nerdy. OMG.
Dipper kept his arms crossed, not taking the chance for Bill to somehow grab hold of him and force a deal upon him. Perhaps he was being paranoid, but he wasn’t taking any chances. He knew summoning Bill again was a terrible, terrible mistake, but it was loads better than watching the residence of the town die. He hated that it was up to him to do this, he didn’t want to be the hero for a second time, but he had to be one again.
“Whatever you did that one summer really screwed our world up, you know? I’m not getting into the details, but your party let something else in. You know, maybe they’re one of your friends! Maybe this was some daring rescue plan, hell if I know,” His sarcasm and disgust was obvious, seeping right into his tone of voice, “Seems to be pretty angry since it’s been killing everyone in town.”
He didn’t want to get into any gory details, he doubted he could stomach bringing them all up again. Getting sick in front of Bill wasn’t exactly something he wanted to do right now.
With a shake of his head, Dipper continued, “I don’t know what it is, who it is, what it wants.. but I want it gone. That’s why you’re here, to make a deal to get rid of it. You help me get rid of it.. and I’ll do something for you, that’s how it works.”
Bill laughed, floating on his back and kicking his legs at the idea of one of his demon ‘friends’ attempting a rescue plan.
“Kid, none of my friends have any power in the mindscape. That’s my domain. There’s no way they would attempt to rescue me. Besides…” He snickered again, wiping away an imaginary tear. “You just pulled off a more successful rescue than they could ever come up with.” Let that torment the kid for a while, since he and his sister were the ones who distracted him long enough for Stanford and Stanley to come up with that stupid clothes switching plan thathereally shouldn’t have been stupid enough to fall for.
“But whatever is going on, I could probably get rid of it. Depends on what ‘it’ is, and how much access you want to give me to your world. I can only do so much with my current form.” If his old body was still around somewhere, he could always use that again, but he wasn’t even sure if had survived the closing of the rift. And even if Pine Tree knew the location, he probably wouldn’t be willing to give away that information. At least, not until it became necessary. Bill wondered how many corpses that would take.
“Are you sure it came through the rift I created. though?” he asked, rubbing a hand under his eye thoughtfully. When that rift closed, it should have sucked all the weirdness back into it. Some low level creatures may have been able to avoid it, like eyebats and such, but any higher power creature wouldn’t have been able to escape. He doubted it was a low level creature, they generally weren’t that bloodthirsty, and were pretty dumb. Pine Tree would have been able to take care of any monster of that caliber easily. No, whatever this thing was, Pine Tree must’ve been desperate, if he called on Bill for help.
“Well, anyways, this sound interesting enough, so sure, Ill help you out. I help you get rid of this creature, you do something for me. There may be some details later we need to work out later, depending on what were dealing with, but it sounds like a deal!” He held out his hand. Sparks of blue flame sputtered for a few seconds, boy did he need to get a handle on this weird new energy, but the flames finally flickered to life in his hand, and he offered it to the scowling man.
THIS IS SO CHEESY I AM SO SORRY OH BOY. Slowly getting through my requests! This one was from @kerbabbles who had the epic idea of Ford singing a power ballad and the first thing that came to my mind was Defying Gravity from Wicked. I like to think Mabel sat him down and showed him all the musicals he missed over 30 years and that one stuck with him because of reasons…. AGAIN SO SORRY FOR THE CHEESE I COULDNT HELP IT
“So after your shift’s done, I was wondering if you’d wanna…”
“Pass,” Wendy replied flatly, eyes not flickering from the latest issue of Avoiding Eye Contact monthly.
“But you didn’t even let me finish!” the guy protested.
“I’ll be busy,” she assured, pointedly flipping a page. “Like I am now, being at work an’ all.”
“You don’t seem busy.”
It took a lot of inner will power not to sock him in his smug jaw right then and there. However, she was at work, and while Wendy wasn’t a model employee by any stretch of the word, she knew that losing her temper on a customer was a big fat no-no. So she settled for sheer passive aggressiveness.
“I’m on my lunch break,” she told him through gritted teeth. “Why don’t you go browse the gift shop?”
“Sure,” he said, flashing her a grin. “Help me pick something out?”
Her fingers clenched around the magazine cover. “What part of break didn’t you get?”
“C’mon, hey, all I’m asking for is a little customer courtesy-”
A blast of water to the face prevented him from finishing that sentence and had Wendy blinking with surprise. He fell to the ground with an undignified squawk, drenched in water, searching for the source of the blow.
There stood Stan, hose in hand, the other perched on his hip. His stance said he meant business, but not the kind that involved swindling tourists out of money.
“So what, my tour wasn’t interestin’ enough for ya, you had to wander away and harass my employees?” he demanded, and the guy, sopping wet, floundered to form words.
Her boss scoffed. “Save your excuses, I don’t want ‘em. And for the record, I will not hesitate to use this hose on creeps or the middle-aged.”
The guy sputtered, “M-Middle aged? Dude, I’m like, 20…”
“And she’s 15,” Stan spat. His one visible eye narrowed dangerously. "You heard me, punk. Take a hike.“
He jerked his thumb towards the exit, and the guy, dumb as he was, apparently had enough smarts to head for that direction. Wendy watched him leave with a burst of cool satisfaction; and also, a warm tug of affection for the old codger who had assisted her.
“Hey, Stan,” she said, smiling at him. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, well. I know those kind of creeps when I see ‘em. Don’t worry about it, kid,” he snorted.
Of course he’d act like it was no big deal, but she appreciated it nonetheless, and continued to smile at him. Until Stan began to grow pink under the praise, a discomfort he covered with a gruff cough.
“What, we not done with the sappy moment?” he grouched. “And why’re you outside, anyway? Get your nose outta that magazine and back to the register! We’ve got chumps ready to buy merchandise!”
Stan might not be a great boss but he’s an A+ friend (and a total papa bear at heart). I am always up for more of him and Wendy bonding. Also I really wanted to see him use the hose.
Retail can be real crummy, I’m sorry you didn’t have a Grunkle Stan, anon. Hope you enjoyed!
As Dipper waited for the demon to appear, he began to doubt Bill was even still alive anymore. Stan was convinced the demon still existed somewhere, but Dipper wasn’t sure if he was alive. Existing and living are two very different things. He was feeling foolish, contemplating whether or not he should simply destroy the evidence of him even attempting to contact Bill again before the demon exploded right back into living. It surprised Dipper, more for the fact Bill hadn’t been destroyed like he had hoped instead of Bill’s sudden appearance.
Staring at the familiar yellow triangle before him, Dipper couldn’t help but feel anger, revulsion. He absolutely despised the demon and he couldn’t believe he let himself be persuaded to bring this thing back from whatever hell hole he was left in. During the silence, Dipper chided himself for even considering that summoning Bill was an actual possibility. He was obviously furious as he sat there, his expression not changing even as the demon began to speak.
However, he only grew more irritated, he couldn’t have Bill simply forgetting about him. Maybe being blasted along with Stan had knocked his own memories loose, at least some of them. If Bill remembered Gravity Falls, he obviously remembered something, but he didn’t exactly need and amnesiac demon, he needed one that could help. He needed one that could screw right off back to its dimension as soon as he was finished, he didn’t exactly think Bill wanted to be stuck in Gravity Falls after his oh so glorious defeat, Dipper wouldn’t let him stay for long anyway.
“Cut it out, Bill,” Dipper interrupted the demon, standing up to his full height then. He was frowning, his own eyes staring right back into Bill’s singular eye. He didn’t want to talk for long, he just wanted to do what he came for, “I don’t know why or how you’re alive and I don’t exactly want to know, but what I do want to know is if you’re still interested in deals,” Of course, Dipper would be setting the terms and conditions for this one. He learned by then that Bill was a con artist, a total scam, but he could at least try and have some say in what these deals would be from now on.
“You help me, I help you.. simple. Of course, if you don’t want to help, then I guess I’ll just send you back to wherever you came from.”
“Well well well, if it isn’t my favorite Pine Tree, all grown up. I almost didn’t recognize you!” Bill kept his voice casually cheerful, but his mind was racing. He must not have been in that space as long as it had seemed, Pine Tree seemed relatively young still, barely an adult. But he certainly hadn’t forgotten what Bill had done, his eyes were filled with loathing. So, why would he summon Bill, then? What threat would make him resort to turning to an enemy he likely thought dead?
“You must be pretty desperate to summon me. So what sort of deal are we talkin’?” He didn’t really want to help Pine Tree. Let the boy rot in whatever mess he had gotten himself into. Let him send Bill back to the mindscape, it wouldn’t matter at this point. Bill was whole again, and while he had a bit extra mixed in, he was more or less back to full power. Dipper had unknowingly sped up what could have been centuries of recovery.
I guess I do owe him a favor for that. Maybe he would throw the kid a bone, help him out with whatever he had summoned him for, if it seemed interesting enough.
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