#kidgrunkles

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Kings of Gravity Falls AU:

13 year old Ford sitting at the kitchen table, chewing agressively on a pencil while he goes over sheets of equations haphazardly spread on the table, save for one spot where a plate waits for lunch. His brow is furrowed in frustration. Stan comes up behind him with a grilled cheese sandwich on a skillet.

"Sixer, lunch!" He says, grappling with the skillet that's now heavier than it should be. He slides the sandwich onto Ford's plate.

"Thanks.." Ford mumbles absently. Stan looks over his shoulder for a minute, studying the numbers in front of him.

"You forgot the Time Dilation formula." Stan says, turning to put the skillet in the sink. Ford stops and sits up, turning to look at Stan "...What?"

"The Time Dilation formula. You need it for time travel. Isn't this a form of time travel?" He asks with a shrug. Ford scowls at him.

"Stanley, there is no way I forgot something as simple as that! That can't be it!" Stan shrugs again.

"Don't believe me? Fine." Stan goes to the kitchen door frame and calls out "Hey, Shermie! Can you come look at something for a minute?"

" What's up?" Sherman asks as he enters the room. Stan points to the paper covered table. "Poindexter's trying to figure out how to get us back to normal. I say he's missing something, but he doesn't believe me. You wanna take a look?" Ford looks offended and disgusted that Stan's now bringing their younger brother in to mock him.

"Okay, this is going too far, Stan-"

"Time Dilation formula." Sherman says after a minute of looking. Ford is at a loss for words. He settles for an eye roll, a half smile and a condescending chuckle.

"Oh Sherman, don't let Stanley rope you into his pranks." Sherman looks up at him.

"Stanford...I work for NASA. I'm a Research Astrophysicist. " At this, Ford shoots up and slams his hands on the table.

"YOU..WHA...N-NASA...?" Stan dons his best Shit-Eating grin and cups a hand to his ear.

"You hear that, Shermie? The stuttering is the soul leaving the body." Suddenly, Ford falls flat on his face on the table with a loud THUD. Sherman and Stan both stare at him.

"What the hell was that?" Sherman asks. Stan picks up Ford's wrist and puts it to his ear.

"He fainted." Stan says and lets Ford's wrist flop back on the table, then puts him back in his chair. Sherman gives him a withered look.

"Oh good, HE'S dramatic too. Fantastic."