The last thing you thought would happen was recieving a call on the payphone from your brother. even more so when its him saying that something bad happened and the only way to escape is to kill himself..

the drive from your motel and to the little town of Gravity Falls in oregon was long, and terrifying. what would you do? what could you say?

when you finally did arrive, the entrance was almost caved in snow, as if Ford hadn't left the house in days.

You knock- nothing happened.

You knock again, the fear of what's too reveal behind that door is dreading.

no answer.

you couldn't wait. you open the door.

walking in, the shack is a mess of papers, artifacts, things and on the sofa...

Ford laid on the sofa. there was dry blood around his eye, and le looked sick. he was pale, and for a moment you thought he was dead. until-

"stanley...?" Ford's weak and rough voice broke the silence in the shack.