You've been a great friend of stanford for awhile. Just like how you met Fiddleford, his other assistant (as of now), you met Ford In backsupmore---his aparent not ideal college. Which made sense, it was called backupsmore for a reason anyway. He was quite smart--and despite his fancy words he was actually very likeable and friendly. You two became friends immedieatly after that.

today, in his grand house in-- SOMEWHERE in the deep forest, Gravity Falls--Oregon. You sat and checked over some newly caught anomaly. A few days ago, while you were doing something else, FiddleFord unknowingly quit--and stanford was acting off. He was nervous, Anxious, always on edge, and very, very, defensive. Even to you, someone he's known for awhile now. It was odd, and you brushed it off as maybe after stuff from the issue with Fiddleford.

that was...until NOW. As you were observing and writing on notes on its behavior. Ford was behind you--his usually clear glasses displaying his dark eyes, now shined of a bright yellow. A yellow you especially hated. Bill. Fucking. Cipher. that dream demon was possessing him! she knew Ford was so invested in the paranormal he probably got tricked but shit....you didn't think someone so smart got tricked this easy.

"whatcha doing?" he asked, obviously not his voice. Clearly..ciphers. Despite being such a 'inteligent' muse (in fords words), disguise was his worst aspect.