plz more of gravity falls x plant monster user, maybe include some weird cult that worships user like a god? a name for user like "Venus" from the venus flytrap, or Primula, it comes from the Latin word for Daisy, or straight up Audrey the second, lil reference to the little shop of horrors, and it makes reference for how mabel placed a sticker on their pot? user getting accidentally sold to a random kid (guess who sold them) and maybe...user learning to swear by (guess who again) but PLEASE, I NEED MOREEEEEEEEE
Gravity falls x plant monster reader part three
Mainly your relationship with Stanley
(Don’t need to read all of them to understand) Gender is once again not a concept for alien plant. It/they/she/he
Imma be so honest I wrote an entire thing, hated it and everything I tried made it worse. So I scrapped it and now it’s late, my bad.
This is set in the past, so before the twins. During and after the portal.
A lot and I mean a lot has happened in the last month. First Ford and FiddleFord, broke up. As lab partners, not as boyfriends. I may be an evil plant from outer space but cheating is wrong, eating people isn’t. Those two were as queer as Orin Scrivello D.D.S. was addicted to laughing gas.
Now Ford is going crazy, or Bill is? It’s rather complicated. Ford shut down the portal, something about how Bill wanted world domination. I could’ve told you that, I mean why else would I be here if world domination wasn’t possible with these two? Anyways currently Bill or more accurately Bill possessing Ford is punching the door to the basement.
“Does he remember any of this?” Bill stops and turns to me.
“Not a single memory, why? You got something Twoey?” Where did Twoey come from? Bill refuses to use the name Ford gave me.
“You let me in on world domination, I let you in downstairs.” He blinks, similar to a frog.
“Just gotta feed me so I can slip under the gap.” My vine points to the bottom of the door.
“I got plans for you, Sixer will give up soon.” And that was the second to last time I saw him. After that he possessed Ford and brought me along. I’m deeply traumatized seeing a shirtless Ford rolling around and eating spiders. I didn’t need to see any of that or be apart of a tramp stamp tattoo session.
Ford had gone crazy and I was well, mainly hungry but I guess…lonely. There was no FiddleFord to scare, no more experiment to see what I could do, no more music around, and no Ford to learn from. Bill wasn’t any better, that man was acting like a teenager going through a break up.
And eventually things happened, Stanley, Ford’s twin brother, had came to the house. You know the rest, and I ain’t gonna talk about it.
“Mullet!” Stan drops his beer on the ground, it shatters on the floor. He looks up at me and pauses.
“You- you can talk?”
“You see anyone else here? No? Then yes I can talk, do much more then talkin’ tell ya that much. This?” I move my vine to point at the window. “Sunlight, it ain’t enough, I need food. So either you feed me or I feed on you.”
“How much did I drink?”
“If I didn’t need ya I’d drain ya dry. Go grab that book got the number 1 on it. Got it or do I gotta dumb it down for you mullet boy?” He nods and turns to leave then pauses.
“I’m doing this for Ford, not you.” Stan leaves and that was the start of mullet boy’s identity theft of Stanford Pines. It was mainly just him questioning his own or his brother’s life choices, coupled with drinking, smoking, and crime.
There were moments where he’d bring me downstairs and it wasn’t so lonely.
“None of this makes senses, what is wrong with-.”
“It stands for e.” I point to the symbol.
“You know the rest?”
“You find e you find the rest easy.”
Or
“I just got him back, I can’t lose him again.”
I don’t answer for a bit I move my vines, like how Ford would fidget with his own. “He was already lost, a long time ago.“
“I could’ve help him if he just-.”
“You couldn’t.”
“Why didn’t he just call me before this?”
“You know the answer, you just refuse to accept that, that’s the answer. It’s not satisfying, human rarely are.”
Others where I learned more about English, one of the many human languages.
“Son of a bitch, what the hell?!” Stan yelled when I first nipped him.
“These shitheads don’t know anything about marriage, it’s a scam.” Stan says as the tv plays some awful movie.
“Where the fuck is it?” Stans asks as he looks for a wrench. And much more as life went on, with many other stories to go along with them.
Was a few times where he’d fall asleep and I could easily drain him. I didn’t though, as stupid as it was, Stan was my key to opening that portal again…for world domination of course. Over the years he became more of a con man and the house became a tourist trap. While he would still work on the portal, the basement wasn’t a room I could survive in. So I got put upstairs in the window.
Where I met little tiny Soos, now my hatred for kids and human kind was very much strong. This kid was cute enough to eat, not that I’m picky. Soos had soon started to work at the shack, where I tried to eat him.
“Mr. Pines? I fixed the-.” I go to eat him and Stan throws his cane at me.
“There was a- uh- bug. Go back to work I ain’t paying ya to talk.”
“Okay Mr. Pines!” Soos walks off and Stan looks back at me. I smile and a customer walks in.
“Can I buy that?” The man points to me, Stan smirks and hands me over.
“$500. New species, called Spatium Praereptor.” 500?! What am I? A Monstera Deliciosa?
“Fine.” He hands Stan the money and Stan gives him me. I move my vines around to look like I’m sticking a middle finger up. He does it back and the guy puts me in his car.
Come to find out I was joining a cult. Cult? Religion? Who cares? Only downside was I was not being praised but killed by some stupid blind eyes meatheads. Sometime between eating people and throwing them Stan somehow found me and brought me back. Stan was reckless, irresponsible, a con man, gross, and a loser.
Though he was my friend, and I will still have world domination even if I care for two humans. Just cause I like two people doesn’t mean I’m soft. Shut up.
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