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Dragon Ball Rap Cypher - Gameboy Jones

Dragon Ball Rap Cypher - Lyrics | Gameboy Jones

**Lyrics**

Gameboy Jones:-

Who's the man, That got the power of the gods Who will take on all opponents like it was his normal job Got these people up in arms to weaponize a spirit bomb Laughing in these villains faces with a Kamehameha I'm the face of a franchise if you take a look I got a game made by Bandai, cause I keep demand high Flying on my Nimbus this a dope view You all know the name call me Kakarot or Goku

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Dreaded Yasuke:-

Rise up only with a strong I claim affiliates If you see me in my Sayian Armor now I'm serious Some benefit being superior to idiots If I'm dead and gone then feel the fury from my lineage Red run down on my head, Drumming inside my heart, tread Water when I'm parched, when a demon Controlling who gets fed Bottom from start but never kneeling to be pledge Allegiance only perfect the art of fighting on the edge

Connor Quest:-

Krillin here to kill um, my skills is hitting the ceiling I'm kicking in any villain Destructo disc, get it spinning From training with Master Roshi, I'm tackling any foe see And known to be one thats shining Bright like sun rays off my dome piece This monk is hard, couldn't beat me with a jumping start These burns are sick like my six moxibustion marks Unnatural ability and fighting as a Z now Messing with 18 get opened with the ki, POW <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> VGRB:-

Flowin' like a sacred water Roshi be the looker That is heating up the battle like a brought a rice cooker That had sealed up Piccolo you better be brave If you meddle with the maker of Kamehameha waves It now it's time to make your name here at the turtle school Have a seat I'm the trainer of the toughest thugs the world has seen In the game for centuries you know I'll never stop My Ki begins to rise, the panties start to drop

Shwabadi:-

People always lump me in among the worst But I'm in the top 5 ever born on earth At the Tenkaichi, I ain't ever come first I bounce back easy, I ain't ever felt hurt Hair? Iconic. Speed? Supersonic Yes, I'm on it, scour top 10's, I made the list Mission? Ending wrongdoers with a stylish maneuver There's no mover cooler than the wolf fang fist

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> KickFlamez:-

I'm like the Pillsbury doughboy Jedi mind tricks toss ya body In the snow boy squad of shooters Ki-Blast will leave you destroyed They underestimate the shiny head and then they get Floyd Be careful you are fucking the al-quide Bomb, a living terror threat I'm the rocket city Saddam the kamikaze Jet hellfire send you to heaven Small package do big damage like 9/11 I'm the mother fucking weapon

Baker the Legend:-

Tien, The king of Tri-Beam, think about it You can't name a stronger earthling With my third eye, I can see ya whole destiny Meant to be a killer, till I met Goku and Roshi Green Gi, On my body and its good for combat Solar Flare, Dodon Ray, Nah you don't want that See me and Chiaotzi, Better turn corners Tien, I'm putting the world back in order Kidd Rap Piccolo, I do this for the souls lost on Planet Namek Tell Kakarot to come correct because I'm doing damage I got that special beam cannon when I handle Saiyans This is nothing new Born from an evil dude so if I'm in a mood I might just blow up the moon Get the dragon balls tell 'em that I'm coming soon I had to fuse with nail just to get a boost as well When I shoot this hell better know I shoot to kill <![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Nytexing:-

Biggest Samurai with a sword yea I'm well-equipped plug with the senzu bean I know where the bag is, see me on the battlefield I'll knock you with a fat kick, one slash to ya Spinal Cord will make ya backflip I'm the strongest human with a katana I cut very well I roll with a bunch of warriors I see as fairy tales Clutch when Vegeta first attacked Goku Would've failed if didn't fly through the sky cutting off his tail

Nemraps:-

Gohan, The most Hated when I rip through teams I'm juiced up! Injecting myself with concentrated senzu beans Go hard or go home, I was trained by Piccolo Ya girl saw the bone now. she getting pickled on the low Seeing me run in the battlefield, pounding my fist And I'm ready to kill Putting my entire arm in ya body. I'm wondering how does it feel? Punch you all the way to hell you know what I did to cell I'm about to go ape-shit and I don't even need a tail None like Joshua:-

This ain't a cypher it's a tournament of fighters And I'll be number one soon as Kakarot retires If you were claiming I'm second best you in the line of my fire Prince of the Saiyans is coming to slay it Vegeta, you know me, my armor is staying on Limits are breaking my intimidation is greater than any in the squad Kakarot anything that you can be, well I can be it too Super Saiyan 1, 2, God, or Blue Don't you get to thinking that I ever want to fuse Got the final flash and I'll be saving it for Buu At least I know that my son will be cool Out of everybody that was once an enemy And then lost to Goku I'm the best one that used to be evil

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Cilvanis:-

Imma blast to the past then it's back to the future And I hate androids like an iPhone User ha Apocalyptic when I hop on the track Cus' every time I spit bars it's a burning attack If you ever talk shit to me or my father Vegeta I'ma slice ya body up and leave the pats in a Frieza Then I break em down until I see that ya cells warp Take you to my hometown and package you at capsule corps

Rustage:-

Act like a rebel soar high like a treble Note, Battle me? I'm a machine ay Hot as a kettle, and harder than metal an android call me 17 ay Rocket like firing beams imma get mean Charging my Ki like it's my gasoline call it obscene Blow like tetrafluoroethylene Changing my tone like it's major guess it's apart of my nature But if you want to mess with me you're messing with a ranger Shocking I put you in danger I'm just not constructed for failure Cus I'm a hardened warrior inside a steel container

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Savvy Hyuga:-

Underestimating cuz you think I grew softer But soon you will find out I'm still that deadly monster Ready to Scrap for my Hubby or daughter No hesitation I was made to slaughter Even the future knew my threat was initial Cowering in fear though I'm artificial Aim to take em out, yeah that's simple L on your belt to make it official Now if you wanna fall back with the speed of my Ki No backing down I wanna make you bleed for my creed Ain't no stoppin dop to your knees and plead Mercy ain't what you'll see from 18 Enough with the chatter let's resume our session Coming in with the speed for the hits thats venom Few quick combos to teach you a lesson Bout to get schooled by a blond in denim Data Dave:-

This isn't a facade I'm beating all the odds You know that I'm am a boss with more power than the gods Cell was formed and then Cell was warned He'd be clapped Even harder than the cheeks before Videl was born You are messing with the Champ now All I know is fire like I'm working on a campground And when I'm around every single villain seems to curdle Didn't you know I'm the strongest in the world bro MAT4YO:-

Hey! Look down here, Pops, If you wonder whos on top It's the youngest son to have his dragon balls drop 10 out of Goten stunting on punks With a power level that'll have you wetting your trunks I'm a Fusion, A Hybrid, I'm so fuel-efficient Been martial artistic since I was an infant I'll strike you up to heaven if you question me again It's in the name, Baby, I'm to GOAT, end Mark Cooper:-

I'm doing good, I pulled a number two Out with the skinny buu saw the world how I never knew Evil Residue transform into revenue John Wick a man for Hercule and the puppy too I've been excellent way before the hatching Way before the distractions The attempts of body snatching So just imagine, my stomach when It needs to be filled My Appetite is too sweet its diabetic skilled

<![CDATA[ (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); ]]> Diggz Da Prophecy:-

I like my peace don't forget it I'm legit tho Living so aloof but in a sec I'll get lit bro You gotta problem? That's your biz I'ma dip so I can get some cake and chill with Bulma on the ship go Get ya team, I ain't worried in the least N Bulma really like me cuz she heard I like to eat Or better yet since you thinking you the one I'll stop everything you throw with a pinky and thumb

DizzyEIGHT:-

Young Beerus the God of Destruction. I bring fear with my name If you wanna spar then I'll put you all shame Listen I'm a god so I rage Your life is something even Shenron couldn't save You don't wanna Clash Cause if I punch and it land I turn your whole planet into ash Me and you are not the same, I'm a different breed Check yourself before you ever try to step to me DaddyPhatSnaps:-

Legendary Power level Unlimited Sent away by the cowards I was living with They would cower when they figured I was Imminent So they sent me to another planet primitive Now I'm coming for the people who abandoned me And when I find them I won't be the only one with tragedies Level Up! Bury any bit of my Humanity And take my place Broly greatest Saiyan in the Galaxy

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bazzledazzled · 8 years ago

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The last one + solangelo

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Prompt: “What a good mortal. I’m glad I decided to keep you.”

The thing with Nico di Angelo is that he tended to landed himself in situations that almost nobody could ever get into. Maybe it was because people saw him, a scrawny teenager with his headphones blasting Fall Out Boy, completely oblivious to the round around him. Maybe it was because he was a magnet, drawing trouble from the depths of the shadows where it lurked, repelling all things good like two south poles facing each other away.

So, really, when he heard a strange noise, like the fluttering of wings, and turned to find a bag thrown over his head, he wasn’t surprised. A sickly sweet smell filled his nostrils and before he could even shout, his brain clouded over with a foggy haze and the world swam into an inky blackness, thicker than sleep.

The twisted part about all of it that Nico actually felt peaceful for once. Sure maybe there was pain in his future and sure his sister would have a heart attack, but that didn’t seem to matter as warm fuzzy thoughts drifted through his head with a bright yellow glow. Some of them where memories of birthdays and happier times. Some flashed images of first crushes, and some were things he didn’t even recognize. Bright green pastures, blond curls, blue eyes. Something otherworldly, but at the same time, felt like home. With a gasp Nico woke up.

In a cage

—

Although technically speaking it was a really nice cage, if Nico was being honest with himself. It was weaved out of branches and vines, some looking like they were still growing before his eyes, playing on fast forward. There were bright flowers dotting the leaves, a variety of different colours. Beneath him was a bush which appeared to be a bed, and was surprisingly soft. Under his head was a pillow–no it was a chunk of moss, as well as the covers around him, but neither felt like so. Everything about it was off.

Nico turned as he heard something cackling and breaking, and he realized that it was the branches, shrinking to reveal a doorway. As they moved they seemed to get younger, until they were too young to exist anymore. They finally parted to reveal a boy who was…. all words and no words mixed into one.

He had blond curls piled on top of his head with a crown made of interlocking branches resting on top of them, a clear jewel resting in the center, seeming to flash rainbows whenever the light caught it a certain way. His ears were, oddly, pointed into tips at the dop, disappearing into his mane of hair. He was tall and willowy, everything about his graceful. He had on a plain tunic, the same breathtaking blue as his eyes, which almost seemed to glow in an eerie sort of way. And behind him there was a glimmer of something almost like…. wings.

Yeah that’s what they were. Wings. Almost transparent due to their translucent blue colour, but they were definitely there. Oh god what did Nico get himself into?

“Hullo mortal,” the boy said, his voice like the soft whistles of the wind lulling you into a peaceful slumber. Everything about it was wrong. Nico backed away.

“W-who are you? W-where am I?” The boy laughs, like his confusion is funny.

“I am Will, one of the fae.”

“The w-what?” Something about the name tickled at the corners of Nico’s consciousness, just out of reach. Something he read or learned at school…..

“The Fair Folk. Or Faeries, as some of your kind like to call us.”

“Fairies? Like Tinker Bell?” Will shakes his head sadly, smiling a little to himself.

“No. Far from that.”

“I–”

“Do not speak, mortal. The queen wishes to see you.”

“T-the queen? What about my f-family?”

“All in due time.” For some reason, his calmness angered Nico.

“Take me back,” he growls.

“I’m not at liberty to–”

“Take. Me. Back,” Nico says again, this time close enough to Will that he can feel his hot breath on his face. Will, however, remains calm.

“I am sorry, mortal. I don’t have the power to do that.” Nico growls, punching the wall beside him. There’s a satisfying crunch as it breaks, but only to grow back again, this time stronger. Nico turns back to Will, his frustration rolling off of him in waves that Will could practically feel. It sent shivers down his spine.

“Take me back,” he says again as Will already starts to shake his head. Then, he whispers softly, “Please. They’re all I have.”

Something in Will changes then, something small. His heart seems to feel lighter than air, and he wants nothing more than to comfort the poor mortal, bringing him peace once again.

“It’s the only way….” Nico punches him. Hard. It almost knocks him off balance, but he catches himself, right as guards rush into the cell, grabbing him by his arms. He fights against them, but in the end the fae are too strong. They drag him out as he glares back at Will, ready to face whatever the queen would condemn him too. And Will stood staring after him, a hand held up to his broken nose.

—

A few days, or months later, Nico lost track of time, Nico was sitting in the throne room, the queen with her long curly red hair in front of him, on his knees. On the sides of the room where officials; ambassadors, princes, and princesses alike. Among them was Will, chewing his lip nervously. Nico proved to be… difficult these past few weeks, refusing their kindness and getting a few good punches at a few of the guards. He wouldn’t eat any of their food, making him weak and his skin start to hang off of his already bony frame. He almost never talked, making his voice hoarse in the few rare times he did, and now he was waiting to see what the queen would do to him. Either she’d heal his broken mind…. or give him a fate worse than they could possibly imagine.

Under normal circumstances, Will wouldn’t have minded any of it. Most of the people brought to the fae were trespassing on their territory or some other dreadful thing, but this was the first boy to pass through their control that Will actually got to know, and that’s what made his heart flutter with nervousness.

Because Will was the one who kept watch over him as he slept.

And Will was the one who heard him cry.

At first, he didn’t understand what the noise was, the groans and sniffling echoing through the cell. He never heard a sound quite like it. his curiosity getting the best of him, he went into the cell, not prepared for what he was about to see. It definitely wasn’t Nico staring up at him, his eyes filled with sadness, anger, and annoyance. It wasn’t tears streaming down his face as he wiped them on the sleeves of his shirt, attempting to stare Will in the eye intimidatingly, but failing dramatically. That night, Will left without a word.

It was three days before Will heard it again. This time it seemed more muffled as the poor boy tried to hide it, but Will still heard. He came in again, opening his mouth to say something, but Nico just shook his head.

“Don’t you even start,” Nico whispered. Will left again.

The third time it happened, Nico was shaking by the time Will came in. His tears wouldn’t stop no matter how hard he tried and he was so lost in his own grief that he didn’t even bother to wipe the tears away, or tell Will to leave. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, so he sat beside Nico silently, twiddling his thumbs, thinking of what to say as Nico whimpered. He decided to try and embrace him, but Nico soon pulled away, seeming horrified.

“Don’t,” he growled.

They continued the same dance almost every other night, Will trying his best to help, but Nico keeping his distance. But one night Will didn’t show up. He forgets the exact reason why, but Nico was almost disappointed when he realized it wasn’t Will standing outside his cell, and even though he wouldn’t admit it to himself, a small part of him missed him.

The next night, Will came into the cell, prompted by nothing other than the fact that he wanted to be there. Nico looked up, his mouth an “O” of surprise, and he stood up as Will stepped closer to him, an apology already on his lips.

“I’m sorry I had to–” But Will is cut off as Nico, for the first time ever, embraces him in a hug, tears starting to prickle his eyes as he buries his face in Will’s chest.

“Please don’t leave me again,” he whispers, softly. Hesitantly.

Will stayed with him for every night on.

—

“We are here to decide the fate of this boy before us,” the queen says. Nico growls.

“As you all know, there are two options for him, one filled with peace and prosperity, the other filled with a fare worse than death.” Will taps his fingers nervously on the side of his pants, everything about his posture tense and stiff.

“What do you propose, Nico di Angelo?” Nico snarls.

“Take me back to my family. Now.”

“But do you still have a family to go back to?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Have you ever considered that maybe, your family doesn’t exist anymore?” the queen says, a thoughtful smile on her lips. Dread twists inside him as he chokes out, “W-what?”

“Haven’t you been told? Time is different here in the Land of Fae. It could seem like only weeks have passed here, but in the real world it’s been centuries.”

“No–” Nico cries. The queen giggles a cruel laugh that causes Will to cringe.

“Yes mortal. You’re mother and sister are dead.” Nico crumples to the ground, his head in his hand as he chants the word “no” over and over, his body trembling. Will wanted nothing more to take him into his arms and tell him it would be alright.

“So my family’s gone,” Nico spats, his face seeming paler than before. The queen tilts her head, weighing her options.

“Almost.”

“Almost? Almost? What is that supposed to mean?”

“Your father didn’t tell you, did he?”

“Tell me what?”

“Who he really is.”

“He’s my father.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No,” she says again. “He’s one of us.”

“N-no you’re l-lying.”

“Oh Nico, Nico, Nico. Haven’t you ever been taught that we fae can’t lie?”

“I-I don’t believe you.”

“Then how come your father, after two centuries, is alive and well, not aged a day with another daughter of his own?”

“No.”

“Yes Nico. This is how we found you in the first place.” Nico was shaking again, but this time it was with anger.

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!”

“You don’t have to. That doesn’t change your fate.”

“My f-fate?”

“It has already been decided, Nico di Angelo. Send him into Exile with the other disgraces.” Will’s heart fell and his vision swam. There was nothing worse than Exile. Will has only been down there once, and the half-borns shrieks still haunted him to this day.

Stepping forward, his gaze narrowed on the trembling boy with dark locks, Will shouted, “No.”

Everyone turned to him.

“Will Solace. Well isn’t this a surprise.”

“Your Majesty I think that Nico could prove…. useful to us.”

“And how may I ask?” Will frantically tries to come up with an excuse, but his mind seems to come up empty. But maybe….

“What if he has magic? Powerful magic. It could help us with our enemies in the near future,” Will says, trying to seem cool and collected. Nico flashes him a look that says, “what have you got me into?” The queen wrestles with this idea for a second.

“I see your point, Solace. Very well. If the boy proves that he can wield magic, we will make an exception. Nico glares at Will, his hands shaking nervously.

“Share your gifts with us, if you wish to survive, Di Angelo.” Nico nods his head, not sure if he’ll be able to pull it off. He’s never done magic before, and there’s no way that he’ll be able to now. Will nods his head at him and Nico tries what he could only guess is how you perform magic. He closes his eyes, concentrating on finding something within him to spark a flame or something in his palm. There is gasp from those present in the room, and Nico opens his eyes to see, sure enough, a small fire.

“So the boy does have potential,” the queen whispers.

“Very well. Will, please escort this young man back to his cell.” Will nods his head, breathing out a sigh of relief as he takes Nico’s arm.

When they’re out of earshot, Nico stops, turning to Will.

“How did you know that would work?” Nico says.

“It didn’t,” Will says.

“What? B-but–”

“It didn’t work, because I lied to them.”

“But… I thought faeries couldn’t lie?”

“If they’re pure blood.”

“What?” Will laughs, finding the whole situation funny.

“Nico, someday, with practice, you will be able to do that. But it takes mentoring and practice, like I have.”

“I still don’t understand…. faeries can’t lie.”

“What if I’m not faerie?” Nico gasps, putting his hands up to his mouth, shaking his head.

“B-but you look like them you have to be–”

“Looks can be deceiving,” Will says, starting to shimmer a little. Then, when the light stops, standing in front of Nico is a normal boy, just like him, still breathtakingly beautiful, but with the quirks of humans. Little traces of acne are spread around his face and freckles dot his skin in constellations. His ears look normal and he no longer has wings, but his eyes still seem bright, this time lit with something else. Nico finds himself gasping.

“I–”

“Different, huh?” Will says, a big grin stretching across his face. If the glamour dropping away was supposed to make him uglier, it wasn’t working. Somehow, it mar him more beautiful than ever with the small quirks.

“I-I don’t know what to say.”

“Are you ready to go?” Will asks.

“Where?”

“To your new sister.”

“W-what?”

“Don’t you think it’s time we see the mortal world?”

—

They stood out on the freezing street, a small little house in front of them, the world so much different from when they left it. “You ready?”

“No,” Nico admits. Will smiles.

“It’s going to be fine. Say hi to your dad.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll figure something out. Now go.” Nico stares at Will for a second, his mouth open to form words, but he just shakes his head. Then, after a daring moment, he stands up on the tips of his toes and presses a kiss to Will’s cheek, making both of their hearts leap.

“I’ll never forget you.”

“Nor will I.” They stand there for a moment longer, then Nico walks up to the door, knocking. A girl, probably a year or two younger than him answers it.

“Is your father home?” Nico asks shyly to the girl. She eyes him skeptically but nods her head, leaving to go get him.

When Nico’s dad shows up at the door, his eyes are brimming with tears as he hugs Nico tight, murmuring how much he missed him and questioning what happened to him. The girl who answered the door looks confused as she stands off to the side, but her and Nico are soon introduced to each other, and soon smiles are plastered on their faces. Will smiles sadly, knowing that this is where Nico belongs, and turns to walk away.

“Hey Will! Do you want to stay for dinner?” Nico calls. Will turns around, almost feeling like he was floating as a wide grin spread across his face, nodding. Nico walked down to him and took his hand leading him inside. Will leans into him and whispers, “What a good mortal. I’m glad I decided to keep you.“ Nico just shakes his head, happier than he’s been in a long time despite everything.

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utukkigirl · 8 years ago

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Ain’t No Cure for the Cervitaur Blues, Chapter 5

Ain’t No Cure for the Cervitaur Blues A Gravity Falls Fanfic by Krista Perry I own nothing.

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Chapter Five

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“So,” said Mabel, looking up at the green-haired, aspen-bark-skinned dryad who was going to help save her brother. “What are we waiting for, Alejandra? Can I call you Al? Alejandra’s kind of a mouth-full, if you know what I mean.” She rolled her eyes, grinning, and, had her arms been free instead of full of fawn-Dipper, she would have waggled her sweater sleeves at her.

The dryad looked at her, obviously perplexed. Then she tilted her head and seemed to consider it. “Sure, why not? It will be a nice change of pace. But if I forget and don’t answer to Al, you’ll have to remind me.”

Mabel beamed. “I like you. Okay, Al! Let’s take Dipper to see your mom.”

Dipper, almost as if recognizing his name, lifted his head and pressed it under her chin, his little wet nose snuffling in her hair. One of his long ears tickled her check, and Mabel tried not to giggle as she adjusted her grip on the fawn. She still couldn’t get over how small and light he was, especially since she was used to carrying Waddles around. Dipper weighed practically nothing in comparison to her chubby cutie-pie pig.

Al knelt so that she was eye-level with Mabel, and bit her lip as she looked at Dipper. Mabel couldn’t help but notice that the dryad’s even, white teeth were marked with wood grain, and her lip seemed hard, and didn’t indent like skin would under the pressure of a bite. She seemed entirely made of wood (except for her awesome long green hair, and Mabel had a brief fantasy about dryad hair make-overs) but she moved with a strange, fluid grace.

“This is going to be a little trickier than I thought it would be,” Al said. “When Mother sent me here, I assumed I would be bringing back one human boy. Not a human girl and a boy enchanted into the form of a newborn fawn.”

Mabel frowned. “I can carry Dipper, if that’s what you’re worried about. He’s not heavy at all.”

“It’s not that,” Al said. “It took me a little over ten hours to hike here from Mother’s grove. I wasn’t going slow, but I was just, you know, taking my time.” She gave a sheepish shrug. “I’ve never been out this way before, and I was kind of… taking in the sights, I guess. I figured I’d get here, find the kid, and run back with him in less than half the time.”

“Run back with him, how?” Mabel asked, scrunching up her nose. Running over rugged forest terrain that took a dryad ten hours to hike, and in half the time? “Even if Dipper was still human, there’s no way he’d be able to keep up, and I’m pretty sure I can’t either, even after a whole glass of Mabel-juice. Come to think of it, drinking too much Mabel-juice would only slow us down more… I don’t suppose there are pit stops on the way to your mom? Hm, I bet she’s waaaaay off in the wilderness, where no human has ever set foot, so I’m ruling out restrooms and port-o-potties. Maybe I should bring snacks. You told Wendy you have a magic DVD player. Do you have a magic vending machine too? Does it carry Pitt Cola?”

Al blinked at her for a moment, then shook her head. “Uh… no magic vending machines, sorry. And no pit stops either. As for travelling…” She shrugged again. “Piggy-back?” she said. “That was my plan, anyway. Dryads don’t get tired running, the way humans do, even carrying heavy loads. That’s not the problem.” She frowned as she reached out and gently laid her hand on Dipper’s side. His flank shivered under her touch, and she withdrew. “Fawns this young are delicate and easily stressed, and that could make him sick. We need to figure out how to make you both comfortable, and still be able to get back to Mother as soon as possible.”

Mabel’s mind was racing, and she had already worked most of it out. “Okay,” she said. “I can wrap Dipper in a blanket. He can ride in my backpack, and you can carry me piggy-back, and then I’ll need--” She broke off as a familiar bauble on the dryad’s wrist caught her eye. “Hey, you’ve got an anti-Bill bracelet too!” she said, delighted that such a magical creature was wearing a fashion accessory that she helped design. “How did you get one?”

Al grinned, lifting her arm to show off the bracelet. “From Lazy Susan at Greasy’s Diner,” she said. “She was very insistent that I not be susceptible to demonic possession.”

Mabel raised an eyebrow. “Are dryads susceptible to demonic possession?”

“Heck if I know,” Al said. “It’s never really come up as an issue.”

“Well, if you are, you’re protected now,” Mabel said. “So, we’ve both got anti-Bill bracelets, so he won’t be a problem. I can wear a belt for my grappling hook and holy-water super-soaker, in case Gideon tries anything… Can you run carrying a cross-bow?”

Al gave her a bemused look. “I don’t think so. Not if I’m holding your legs and your arms are wrapped around my neck.”

“Hm, so the crossbow is probably a no-go, then.” Mabel’s eyes narrowed in thought. “And from what you said, it sounds like you wouldn’t have any problems out-running Gideon’s human goon squad. How long do you think it will take us to get to your mom, exactly?”

“At a full run?” Al smiled. “Four hours tops.”

“That’s great!” Mabel said. She looked out the gift shop window, where the last bright sliver of the sun was slipping over the horizon. “That means Dipper can be back to normal by tomorrow!”

Al leaned back on her haunches, frowning slightly. “I’m still worried about your brother. Traveling so fast, and in a backpack… that could spark his fight-or-flight instinct. Even if we made sure he couldn’t escape and run off, too much stress could really hurt him before we reach Mother.” She gave Mabel a searching, hesitant look. “I... I can communicate with animals. It’s a dryad thing, like spirit touching spirit, mind touching mind. If it’s okay with you… can I try to see how he’s doing?”

Mabel gaped. “You can talk to Dipper?!” she shrieked, and Dipper’s ears lowered and pressed back at the loud noise. Sheepishly, Mabel lowered her voice. “Why didn’t you say so before? Yes, yes, please! Ask him how he’s doing, if he’s okay, if there’s anything I can do for him—“

“Whoa.” Al held up her hands in surrender. “I said I’d try. I’ve never communicated with a human who has been turned into an animal, so I’m not sure if this will work.”

“Oh,” Mabel said, deflating slightly. “Well, please try anyway.” She shifted her grip on Dipper, gently pulling his head from where he’d tucked it against her side, under her hair. She felt him stiffen slightly as she pointed him toward the dryad. “Hey, Dip-dop,” she said softly, watching as he sniffed cautiously. “This is Al, and she’s going to try to talk to you, okay? So don’t be nervous. She’s here to help.” She knew he didn’t understand her, but he did seem to relax slightly as she whispered to him, and his ears perked back up.

Al closed her eyes, her brow creased in concentration. Mabel found herself leaning forward eagerly, watching Dipper closely. The fawn stopped sniffing, blinked, then tilted his head quizzically.

After a moment, Al chuckled and opened her eyes. “He’s hungry,” she said, and Mabel inhaled sharply.

“Oh my gosh, I forgot,” she said in a loud stage whisper, now mindful of Dipper’s sensitive ears. “I was just about to feed him when you busted in here! Soos made a bottle and everything!” She looked down at Dipper, who was still blinking at Al. “I’m so sorry, bro-bro, let’s get you fed. Follow me, Al,” she told the dryad, heading through the open door to the TV room. “You need to tell me what else Dipper is thinking!”

The bottle was right on the t-rex skull where she’d left it. Carefully, she lowered Dipper to the floor, helping him unfold his long, thin legs so that he was standing, and held him steady while he shifted on his hooves for better balance.

This was the first time she had seen him standing, and even with his neck craning up at her so he could see her face, he still barely came up to her waist. She had to bite her lower lip to keep her squeals of glee from escaping her mouth. Dipper was just so freaking tiny and adorable, she couldn’t stand it! She’d call for Wendy and have her take a picture if she didn’t think Dipper would destroy it at the first opportunity once he was back to normal. This moment would just have to go in her mental scrapbook.

The bottle held about four ounces of the infant fawn formula that Soos had mixed up. He’d told her that Dipper would need to be fed every four hours or so, but if they left immediately when they were done, this might be the only chance she would have to feed him before he was human again, so she was going to enjoy this moment while it lasted.

Al stood in the gift shop doorway, leaning against the door jam, watching with interest as Mabel held the bottle’s nipple to Dipper. A drop of milk leaked from the tip, and Dipper sniffed at it before it dropped and splashed on his nose. His little pink tongue licked his nose clean, and then, before Mabel could blink, he latched on and began suckling with enthusiasm.

Mabel found herself surprised when she had to tighten her grip on the bottle, or Dipper would have pulled it right out of her hand. She couldn’t help giggling as his little tail swished back and forth as he fed. Augh, so cute!

She looked over at Al with her peripheral vision, not wanting to take her eyes off Dipper. “Can you tell what he’s thinking now?” she asked.

Al didn’t close her eyes this time, but her brow furrowed. “Mostly he’s just happy to be eating.”

“Mostly?”

Al sighed. “It’s… hard to describe. Trying to communicate with him is mostly just like talking to a regular fawn – just pure animal instinct. But there are…” She frowned, looking around the room as if seeking inspiration when words failed her. Her gaze landed on a stack of colored construction paper on the table in the alcove, where Mabel had left her scrapbooking and knitting stuff earlier. Mabel tore her eyes away from Dipper and watched as Al walked over and picked up a sheet of green paper.

“Here,” Al said, holding up the paper. “Think of this as Dipper’s thoughts. Mostly, it’s animal instinct, just kind of flat and green. But then…” She picked up one of Mabel’s knitting needles and started poking tiny holes into the paper. When she was done, she held it up to the hanging light fixture. Light shone through the tiny pin-prick holes, reminding Mabel of stars.

“The light shining through these holes,” Al said. “They are his human thoughts. They’re very small, kind of incoherent, and…” She winced. “And they hurt. They keep appearing and disappearing like bright flashes amidst his deer instinct, but they aren’t having very much impact.”

Mabel looked down at her brother, who was seconds away from finishing off the bottle. “So… he is in there, somewhere.”

Al nodded. “Most definitely. To extend the metaphor a bit…” She held the paper back up to the light. “If these tiny pin-pricks of light are your brother’s human thoughts, and the paper is animal instinct, then all the light behind the paper is where the rest of your brother is.”

Dipper drank the last of the milk, but didn’t want to stop suckling, so Mabel had to force the bottle out of his mouth before he started drinking air. “There,” she said, stroking his soft head. “All done.”

Dipper plainly disagreed, because he let out a small, irritated bleat. Mabel sucked in her breath and grit her teeth, biting back a squeal. “You’re getting back at me by trying to kill me with cuteness, aren’t you?” She reached down and picked him up, carefully folding his legs under him so she could cradle him in her arms. “Well, it won’t work, because there is no limit to the amount of cuteness I can handle, little bro.”

With Dipper settled in her arms again, she looked back at Al. “So,” she said. “If all the light behind the paper is Dipper, can you talk to him?”

“I’ve been trying,” Al said. “But the paper is like a barrier. It’s trapping him behind all this instinct, but it’s protecting him too, because even the little bit of him that’s leaking through causes him pain. I don’t know why.”

Mabel scowled darkly. “It’s probably part of the curse,” she said. “It just figures that Bill and Gideon would do something so mean.” She looked down at Dipper and stroked his velvet-soft ears, wondering just how much pain he was in right now. He pressed his head into her palm, and as sweet as it was, she couldn’t help but wonder now if he was only doing it to ease his aching head.

“And speaking of,” she said, looking up at the dryad, “let’s go break that curse.”

Al smiled. “Yes, lets.”

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Gideon, sheltered in the shade of the trees less than a stone’s throw away from the Shack, waited for the sun to finally dip below the horizon with a strange mix of anticipation and dread.

The anticipation he understood. When the sun went down, he came fully into his vampiric power. Stronger, faster, his senses of sight, hearing and smell magnified far beyond human. His ability to completely disregard gravity was an utter delight.

The dread… he didn’t really understand.

Tonight would be his third night as a vampire. The initial rush of being something powerful and inhuman was fading, leaving him with more time to actually think about what he was feeling about the whole situation. Bill had left him behind to sit a spell, guard the Shack and make sure Stan…ley didn’t leave while the demon was off hunting the real Stanford. So far, the only interesting occurrence was that a strange green-haired girl had gone into the Shack, but as far as he was concerned, she was just another life for Bill to use as a hostage in exchange for the rift.

So Gideon had a couple of hours with nothing to do except think.

Being a vampire wasn’t working out to be all he thought it would be. Yes, the power was sweeter than peach pie, no doubt about that. His new diet was regrettable, but nothing he couldn’t live with.

But he had made this deal for the sole purpose to win Mabel’s heart, and so far that plan had been as successful as a screen door on a submarine, all because Dipper Pines was too big for his britches.

Was being the important qualifier.

He grinned, fangs poking over his bottom lip, as he wondered how Dipper was enjoying being a helpless baby deer and dumber than a box of rocks. Bill told him that when Dipper was asleep, he would regain his faculties and remember everything from being awake. The prospect of Dipper knowing he was no more than a powerless, stupid animal was just so delightful, Gideon had daydreamed more than once about being a fly on the wall in Dipper’s mindscape just to watch him react. Maybe, once this whole unpleasant rift business was over, Bill would take him into Dipper’s mind so he could do a bit of in-person gloating.

Gideon gasped, his eyes glowing briefly, as he felt the sun vanish behind the horizon. And this time he paid careful attention to the difference between his pre- and post-sunset self.

As soon as the light vanished, it was as though darkest shadows of night coalesced around him, seeping into him, filling him with cold power that seemed borne from a void. An antithesis of life. This moment, more than any other, made him hyper-aware of how his heart was still and dead within him.

It wasn’t scary. Really, it wasn’t.

And if it brought back the sensation of being four years old, cowering in his bed under his blanket, terrified of looking at his closet door that was at least an inch more open than it was the last time he looked… well, that was just downright silly, wasn’t it. Because, if anything, he was something that should be feared. He had nothing to be afraid of any more! Eternity stretched before him, full of potential.

And he wouldn’t be alone. One way or another, Mabel would be by his side as his vampire queen. And even if she rebuffed him at first, well, he could literally wait forever for her to come around. Immortals had to stick together, after all, since all their mortal relations would return to the dust. When that happened, and she realized that he could understand her the way no one else could, she would come to him, and together they would never have to be lonely ever again.

Granted, he didn’t want to have to wait that long for them to be together, but he would if he had to. He still had hope that Mabel would come to recognize and appreciate his affection and devotion much sooner than that.

A light in the attic bedroom of the Shack switched on and, curious, Gideon moved closer, wrapping himself in shadows so that he could remain unseen. He finally got close enough to look inside, but instead of seeing Mabel like he expected, Stanley Pines came to the window. He had a dangerous scowl on his face, and for a moment Gideon wondered if the man could tell he was there.

But Stanley didn’t do anything other than glare aimlessly at the grounds surrounding the Shack. Then, to Gideon’s surprise, he picked up a large sheet of plywood and placed it over the window, completely blocking Gideon’s view. A moment later, Gideon could hear the sound of hammering.

What in the world?

Suddenly he could hear hammering coming from the other side of the Shack as well. Swiftly, he flew around, staying within the tree line, and saw, to his astonishment, that the Corduroy girl and that strange gopher man were boarding up the windows on the main floor.

They were preparing for a siege, he realized. Oh my. Bill was not going to like this, not at all.

He was wondering what, if anything, he should do about it, when who should come out the back door of the Shack but the weird green-haired girl and Mabel herself.

He cringed a little as he saw that Mabel had a belt looped around her waist, from which hung her grappling hook and a super-soaker, no doubt filled with that horrid, face-melting holy water. She was holding a backpack filled with none other than Dipper, the stupid baby fawn, his wee little head sticking out of the top.

Gideon couldn’t help the throaty, low growl of amusement that escaped him at the sight of his nemesis-brought-low.

Immediately, Dipper began to jerk around inside the backpack, bleating in panic. Well, that was interesting. Apparently Dipper could hear him, or smell him, or something. It was pleasing to know that, even as a dumb animal, Dipper was appropriately terrified of him now.

Mabel lowered the backpack to the old wooden deck, wrapping her arms around the struggling form, whispering to the fawn, obviously hoping to calm him down.

The green-haired girl shook her head. “I was afraid of this,” she said. “We’ll never get him to Mother if any little thing sparks his fight-or flight instinct.” She sighed. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this, but… I can make him sleep. Only if that’s okay with you, Mabel. I can wake him up again when we reach Mother.”

Mabel looked up at the strange girl, and Gideon could see tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she held on to her thrashing, transformed twin. “Yes, please,” she said. “I can’t get him to calm down.”

Gideon’s eyes narrowed as the girl knelt and placed her hand on Dipper’s head. The fawn immediately relaxed, eyes closing in sleep, and Mabel sighed, hugging him close. “Hang in there, bro-bro. We’re gonna get you turned back to normal before you know it.”

Wait, what?

Gideon held back a snarl as he turned his attention to the green-haired girl, and for the first time he noticed her pale, wooden skin. He inhaled through his nose, and while he could smell the sweet scent of blood coursing through the veins of Mable and Dipper, the only scents he caught from the girl were of bark and tree sap.

So, she was some kind of forest nymph, was she? And she thought this Mother of hers could undo Dipper’s curse?

Not if he had anything to say about it. No indeed.

Mabel shrugged on the backpack with a peacefully slumbering Dipper inside. The nymph sat on her haunches. Mabel climbed on her back, piggy-back style, and the nymph straightened, holding on to Mabel’s legs. “You ready for this?” she asked Mabel.

“You better believe it,” Mabel said, and pointed into the forest. “Onward, to the Mother of the Wood!”

The nymph laughed, and turned slightly. “She’s that way.”

“Onward!” Mabel exclaimed, pointing the direction the nymph indicated. “To the Mother of the Wood!”

The nymph sprinted with inhuman speed, causing Mabel to whoop in delight, and within moments, they had vanished into the dark forest.

Scowling, Gideon followed silently.

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Ford felt a strange sense of unease from the moment he lifted the hatch and started descending the long ladder into the bowels of the buried spaceship. The familiar cold, stale air smelled faintly reminiscent of the reptile house at the zoo – a scent that had yet to dissipate after millennia underground.

He couldn’t seem to shake the low-level feeling of dread – not even during the thrilling plummet-via-magnet gun to the bottom of the ship. It was only as he started searching the endless corridors for parts, and that elusive adhesive, that he realized why he was feeling so unsettled.

This was the first time he had ever been in the ship alone.

When he first discovered the ship, Fiddleford had always accompanied him, helping him scavenge parts for the portal. And when Fiddleford deserted him, it was Bill who went with him, sitting in his mind, providing company and giving instruction.

Well, now that he understood what was bothering him, he could easily dismiss it. During his thirty years traversing dimensions, he had dealt with things, people and places far more horrifying than an ancient abandoned spaceship. And he had done it alone.

Not so easily dismissed, however, were Mabel’s words from earlier. And here in the depths of an alien construct with only himself for company, he had plenty of time to ponder them.

(He knew this place like the back of his hand. This corridor to the right would lead him to engineering, where he would find replacements for the burnt-out dimensional displacer connections.)

It was so easy for Mabel to place all the blame on Bill for the disastrous events of the past thirty years. But Ford could not so easily put all the culpability on the demon. He had been so foolish, playing with powers he didn’t understand; putting his trust in a being simply because it knew just how to flatter his ego.

And when he finally understood the reality of his situation and Bill’s true nature, he knew that they only way to keep anyone else from repeating his mistakes was to destroy the journals. No one else could find out how to build the interdimensional portal. He could not allow Bill to have access to this dimension.

(Dimensional displacer connections found, he put them in his satchel, along with several other pieces of tech that looked promising.)

And… he had tried. He tried to destroy the journals. How many days and nights had he spent, staring at the three books lined up on the portal room floor, flicking his lighter on and off in his hand? How many times had he almost had the will to set fire to those dangerous pages?

(Now for the adhesive, which would be in the destroyed mess of the bio-lab.)

But in the end… he was weak. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t destroy the journals. They were the results of a lifetime of hard work. Hard work had been what had pulled him from the mediocrity of Backupsmore University and into the limelight of the scientific community. Hard work had resulted in twelve doctorate degrees and a grant to pursue his dream. Hard work had led him to Gravity Falls and all its amazing mystery. He had spent years researching and documenting the anomalies of this weirdness magnet, and most of it was good. Most of it was safe. Most of it… made him proud.

That was how he justified himself. And instead of destroying the journals like he knew he should, he hid them. One in a hidden chamber near the secret bunker. Another near the elementary school, because what kid would be smart enough to find it, let alone understand what he was looking at?

(He’d always hated searching the bio-lab, because the faint reptilian scent present throughout the rest of the ship was joined with an acrid, citrusy smell that made his eyes sting. The lab seemed to have taken the brunt of the damage from the crash, and everything was crumpled metal, loose cables, dead connections, and scattered, crushed sample containers. But it was also the only place he had ever found the adhesive.)

The first journal. His favorite. His records of Gravity Falls before everything started falling apart. Probably the purest research he had ever done.

He couldn’t think of any place good enough to hide it.

And then, after nearly ten years of deliberate avoidance… he thought about Stanley.

And, after nearly ten years of deliberate avoidance… Stanley came when he asked.

Stanley could have refused. He could have ignored the request. But he came, and deep down, Ford knew he would, because that was just… Stanley.

(And there it was, a thin, non-sticky residue, purple and glowing and seeping through the bottom of one of the hexagonal bio-containers – a telltale sign of the adhesive within. He picked it up with a sigh, and carefully placed it into his satchel. Time to head back.)

By the time Stanley arrived, Ford was paranoid and half-mad with sleep deprivation because Bill was not happy with his switch of loyalties and was playing merry hell with any attempt he made at getting rest.

He had tried to explain the situation to Stanley. But he was rambling and incoherent, and why couldn’t Stanley just understand that he needed to take his best journal and get as far away from him as possible?

But Stanley understood far more than Ford was able to at that moment, because he pulled out his lighter, flicked it open, lit the flame, and held it up to the journal. Stanley could do what Ford couldn’t.

Ford had snapped. The rest was history.

Mabel was right. He was the one who had given Bill his first chance, and now his second chance to destroy the world. He and his blasted, stubborn pride.

Yes, Stanley had ruined his science fair project forty years ago. But Ford had succeeded beyond all expectations in spite of that. Or… perhaps because of that.

(Back to the entrance. It was simple to use the magnet gun to pull himself from one platform to another until he reached the ladder. He started climbing.)

Stanley came when he called, even after ten years. Stanley tried to do what Ford, in his madness and pride, couldn’t bring himself to do. And when Ford had been sucked through the portal, Stanley had not once considered abandoning him. Stanley, who always hated school, had studied his journals until he was able to repair an interdimensional portal, just to get him back.

Ford didn’t understand.

Why? Why?

What had he ever done to deserve such unwavering loyalty?

(The hatch opening came into view. The sky was purpling with dusk, and he knew he wouldn’t be getting home until well after dark.)

Mabel’s words resonated within him.

Doesn’t that tell you something? Doesn’t that mean anything to you? And when he finally does it, do you have one kind word for him?

No, Ford admitted to himself. Because giving Stanley that kind word he so desperately wanted would be acknowledging just how wrong he had been. About everything.

Wasn’t he supposed to be the smart one?

Reaching the top of the hatch, he heaved one arm over the side, only to have his wrist captured in an iron-tight grip. Before he could even gasp, he found himself yanked into the air by his arm, dangling face-to-face with Bill. Or rather, the very strong body he was currently inhabiting.

“Well, well, well, Sixer! Fancy meeting you here!”

Ford reacted instinctively, twisting in the air and reaching with his free hand into the folds of his coat for his disrupter rifle, but he was quickly grabbed, subdued and pinned to the ground by the six other men Bill had with him. Ford found himself flat on his stomach, face in the thick, long grass, with a heavy knee in his back.

“Now, now,” Bill chided the men. “Be gentle! Who knows what tricks ol’ Sixer has up his sleeves! Hey, why don’t we find out? Take his coat and satchel, boys!”

“Let me go, Bill,” Ford said, snarling as Bill’s lackeys manhandled him, stripping him of his belongings. “You don’t think I’d be foolish enough to leave home with the rift on me with you prowling around?”

“But Sixer!” Bill said, bending over to sneer in his face, yellow eyes glinting. “You’ve been so foolish about so many other things in the past, it couldn’t hurt to check!”

Ford found himself once again shoved to the ground, this time with his arms pinned behind his back. He watched helplessly as Bill sat cross-legged on the ground in front of him, took his coat and rummaged through it, humming tunelessly.

“Hm hm hmm, let’s see, magnet gun? Boring!” Bill tossed the gun down the open hatch. “Disruptor rifle from Dimension 6-3/a? Talk about outdated!” The rifle followed the magnet gun. Finding nothing else of interest, Bill finally dropped the coat down the hatch as well. “Now, let’s see what’s in this satchel that is so important, you felt you had to make a trip down there to get it!”

Ford grit his teeth as the first thing Bill pulled out was the hexagonal adhesive container. “Ooh! I know what this is,” Bill said in a sing-song voice. “What could you possibly need this for? Maybe to seal up an interdimensional rift?” Bill looked him directly in the eyes, grinning manically, as he dropped the container down the hole. Ford bit back the urge to curse at him, knowing it would only make Bill laugh.

Bill dumped the rest of the satchel’s contents onto the ground and started going through them, looking at each piece of tech with a bored expression before tossing it down the hatch. “What did you think you were going to use all this junk for, Sixer?”

Ford glared and didn’t answer.

“Oh, don’t tell me!” Bill said. “You were planning on trying to build some kind of tech to turn Pine Tree back to normal! Ha! That’s funny!”

“I don’t care how humorous you think it is,” Ford said, with all the dignity he could manage in his current prone position. “I will find a way to undo the curse you put on Dipper.”

Bill shoved the satchel and the rest of his salvage into the hatch. “Well, good luck with that, because the curse was made with a black Orb of Olgathag! I’m sure you’ve heard of it, what with it being one of the most powerful artifacts across the dimensions!”

Ford had heard of it, and he felt his heart stutter in his chest.

“It’s Pine Tree’s own fault I had to resort to using an Orb. If he had never invented those stupid bracelets, I could have just used my own power! You might have had a chance then! I could have reversed the curse with a deal.” Bill shrugged, that maddening, inhuman grin still stretching his face. “Oh well, it’s out of my hands now!”

Ford did curse at him then, and, as expected, Bill just laughed as he got to his feet.

“I think we’re done here, boys,” Bill said, looking around at Gideon’s thugs. “Tie him up nice and tight, and let’s get him back to the Shack. I’m sure his brother is anxious to have him back safe and sound!”

Ford felt his eyes widen as it suddenly dawned on him what Bill had planned, and silently berated himself for his lack of foresight. Bill knew that he was prepared to die before giving up the rift… but Stanley?

In spite of all the soul-aching regret Ford had been feeling just minutes before, because of realizing how he had wronged Stanley in so many ways, he felt sudden, wild hope that Stanley was still angry with him for his coldness. He hoped that Stanley was still resentful that he said he was planning to kick him out of his house at the end of summer. He hoped that Stanley hated him for ignoring thirty years of work and sacrifice.

He hoped that Stanley would rather let him die than hand over the rift.

But this was Stanley, and all of Ford’s hopes felt hollow.

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AN: Sorry that it’s been a month and a half since the last chapter. The offspring and I have been sick with colds, and never at the same time. I’ve also been dealing with some creativity-crippling anxiety, but I’m doing my best to fight through it. (At least it’s not the double-whammy of anxiety and depression, because that really sucks.)

I wasn’t planning on ending the chapter here, but since it’s already creeping up on 6,000 words, and it’s been a while since the last chapter, I figured it would be better to post this now.

Thank you for all the reviews and encouragement. I couldn’t do this without your support. Really. Your reviews and likes mean more to me than I can express.

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