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kodared · 15 days

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✰ Stanford & Borrower/Anomaly Reader ✰

fears not enough they have to tear him apart.

Chapter 1/?

Wordcount: 2,057

➤ Summary Based on the borrowers of many universes! I hope you enjoy it, and if you don't know about borrowers, let me be your guide into a world I've loved since I was young. ✰Written because I saw the severe lack of borrower content in Gravity Falls fanfic, i hope you enjoy <3 ✰ - ★Updates irregularly! I write when I want ★

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/58879087/chapters/150070549

The cottage you moved into was poorly constructed and had many openings to various rooms because of the peeling wallpaper. It was partially why you chose to reside there after many weeks of venturing the forest once your parents kicked you out.

You lived with your parents in a tree until they decided it was time for you to make your way in this world. Oh, how you could imagine the looks on their faces if you told them the mess you got yourself into this time.

Your family chose the safety of trees and burrows rather than living in the walls of creatures that could kill you without so much as a flick of a wrist.

You wouldn't call yourself one for adventure, quite the opposite. Humans terrified you to your very core. You’ve been a first-hand witness to what they are capable of. When the cottage was in the process of being built you watched many trees torn and splintered by their impossibly large machines.

You rather despised humans. What you didn't despise however was routine and having access to food much easier than foraging.

Life in the cottage was relatively peaceful, it was about as peaceful as you could get for being only a few inches tall. You swore your species was doomed to fail if it wasnt for humans influence.

The scientist who lived in the cottage was paranoid, that much was obvious. Even when you first moved in after being kicked out he stayed up much too late and consumed too much coffee to be considered sane. You brushed it off because, after a few days of scoping out the walls of the cottage, you realized he had a very precise schedule that made borrowing easy.

He would wake up early, and go to bed late. Usually uttering to himself before going down into his basement to do who knew what. It gave you a lot of time to yourself, and a human with a predictable schedule was hard to come by. Most had kids or animals, both very dangerous to someone like yourself. Fortunately, this human only seemed to have one friend who came around periodically, but they stayed downstairs.

You had noticed that night you were running low on thread and crackers, and the human was in his basement. Of course, night turned into day much quicker than you predicted.

The shock and horror of hearing the vending machine door open while you were in the middle of climbing up into his shelf literally by a thread still shuddered through your body even now.

…So what if you screamed and ran off despite him shouting for you? So what if you have to move homes? It didn't even matter much to you that when you let go of the thread you landed on your foot and wrist wrong.

The faint memory of his hand reaching for you did rattle you to your core, despite how much you insisted you could escape him even if he did grab you.

The way his eyes bared into your very soul, the way even his shadow in the early dawn lighting engulfed your entire body. Your shaking hands as you pried the loose wood plank off the wall just as you could feel his body heat emitting from his hand radiating on your back.

…

…You push the memories away lest you give yourself another panic attack. You tried to not let it bother you much, though you would miss the plentiful amounts of jellybeans and other snacks he kept on the shelves.

No. What bothered you the MOST was the fact every little detail, every little move you made before you ran off into the wall, was now being documented.

You looked down from the crack in the wall with a grimace. There was a foul taste in your mouth as you saw the human below taking vivid and rigorous notes while sitting at the kitchen table. His pen scratched the page so hard you believed it would rip.

The red journal he carried with him was the bane of your existence. If any information about you or your species was going to become mainstream, it would doom your life as you knew it. Not to mention shatter any dreams you had of a normal life.

You weren't in any position to do anything about it yet. The effects of the adrenaline pumping through your veins were slowly ebbing away. Leaving a dull ache in your head and a nasty sprain on your wrist and ankle.

With a sigh, you pushed off the wall and made the long trek back to your room. Deciding that before leaving, you had to get rid of the page in his journal. He had to leave it unguarded at some point.

Your room in the walls wasnt much, but you spent a lot of time working on it. You hollowed out a space inbetween a few support beams and insulation and put a few pieces of cloth on the walls.

The pin cushion you called a bed practically screamed your name as you pushed your makeshift cloth ‘door’ open. You broke off a piece of a cracker you swiped a few days prior and shoveled it into your mouth before collapsing on the bed.

Getting that journal was your only hope. Ignoring the chalky residue left in your mouth by the dry cracker sleep soon found you.

…

That man did not leave his journal for one moment.

It's been two days since your last encounter with the human. You tried so hard to stay patient in the walls and bide your time until you could get ahold of the cursed page, but your rations were running short.

So you threw on your satchel and stabbed a needle in your pants just in case he was out. You used to not carry it, but you weren't taking any chances.

Pressing your hands to your eyes you tried to gather courage as you walked in the dark pathways of the walls. You tried not to think about what would happen if you were caught by the scientist.

You’ve seen him take creatures like yourself down in his basement, and they never come back up.

Despite this, you still for whatever reason chose to stay. You wished you never stayed. More than anything you wished you had just found a nice, abandoned burrow like your cousin had, and stayed in the woods.

In your frustration you kicked a piece of rock, it hit a nearby pipe with a satisfying twang.

There were more predators in the woods but atleast they would just kill you. There was no telling what the human would do if he caught you.

Taking a deep breath you consoled yourself, if you played your cards right and stayed out of sight this would turn out like it usually did.

You would take a few crackers and leave, that's all you had to do.

As you pressed your hands against the wall and shakily pushed, you felt the loose wood disconnect with a satisfying crack while you poked your head out.

You squinted as the bright light from the kitchen flooded into the wall and onto your face.

Everything seemed completely normal, which should have relaxed you, but it merely put you more on edge.

This human wasnt normal. There was no reason everything on the countertop was tidied away. He usually left dishes in the sink, and from where you stood you saw none.

You where about to slink back into the wall and go out a different time before you heard his voice.

“...It was bipedal!- have you ever-”

You were quick to pull yourself back into the wall, your hand slipping on the wood and giving yourself a splinter. You sucked in a breath and held your yelp as you heard footsteps coming closer.

“I know, you haven't stopped talking about it for three hours..”

The other human's voice sounded southern, you recognized it as the main resident's friend, or ‘associate’ he sometimes said.

You could hear them picking up various glasses and cups, if you had to guess the humans were probably making more coffee. Your hypothesis was only confirmed as you heard the cursed machine whirr to a start.

You finally let out the breath you were holding as you felt the splinter that now lodged itself in your palm. Wincing as you continued to listen.

“I know, I just wish I was able to capture it! I could put a more accurate sketch, what if its the only one of its kind?”

Predictable as always.

“Ford, I'm sure you already went scarin’ the thing half to death. I wouldn't be shocked if it left,”

Ford. The scientist was named Ford. As you picked at the splinter you internally berated the name, yours wasnt much better but atleast your parents loved you enough to not name you Ford.

…Maybe you where being a bit mean.

“I doubt it, more than likely I can catch it again early morning. It seemed shocked I was there, it more than likely has a schedule it keeps to.”

Or maybe you weren't mean enough. Seriously who did this guy think he was? You had half a mind to march out of the wall and stab his stupid hand.

You didn't bother listening to the rest of their conversation, too preoccupied with picking at the splinter. Trying to pull it out with little to no light proved itself to be difficult.

You could head back to your room, but the string lights in there had limited battery, and you tried to save it for only special occasions.

To your relief, the pair left a few minutes later. Only when you heard the vending machine door clunk shut did you press against the wood plank.

Using the small sliver of light provided you pulled the splinter out with your nails, flicking it away before turning and looking at the counter.

…He left a dish.

A dish in front of where he last saw you. A dish full of various snacks, ranging from two jellybeans to crackers and cheese.

You weren't some domesticated house pet. You scowled at the dish as if it had personally scalded you before walking past it.

You walked quietly despite there being no reason to. Wishing you had your fish hook and thread to get up on the higher shelf.

You could manage without it though. You only made it a few months prior so you were skilled enough to find some scraps on the counter usually.

To your dismay, though he seemed to have done a thorough cleaning, and without your hook you had no way to reach the shelves above to gather your food.

You pressed on and walked over to the sink, careful to balance on the edge. You looked at the faucet and walked over to the handle. Gently and carefully push it just a smidge before taking out a small thimble you used for water.

After drinking your fill and putting the thimble away, you turned the water off.

…Not fully though, he could deal with a leaky faucet for a few hours.

You where going to go back empty-handed until your stomach growled looking at the crackers he left out.

Surely taking one wouldn't hurt, if you left a message.

You picked up one and stuffed it into your bag, contemplating taking a jellybean but deciding against it. Right before you went into the wall you kicked the dish off of the counter. Shattering on the floor with a satisfying clatter.

Snickering to yourself you slinked off into the walls. You’d check back on the human that night to see if he left his journal on his desk this time.

…

A few hours later Ford had finally gotten to a stopping point with his research. Thoughts of the little creature in his walls beckoned at his mind as he rode the elevator up.

He sent Fiddleford home with a goodnight before practically sprinting into the kitchen, seeing the mess left by the mischievous thing.

One thing on the counter caught his eye in particular.

As he picked it up he examined it thoroughly.

A small splinter of wood, ever so slightly tinged at the edge with red.

“...Fascinating..”

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Thank you for reading!! Ill more than likely be updating this when i can, but be assured Chapter 2 is already being written with plans for three others!

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