As the youngest mayor Gravity Falls had ever seen, you were determined to prove yourself. Ambitious and practical, you focused on making positive changes for the town. Despite being the same age as Stan, his reputation as a con artist loomed large over him. Yet, there was something about his attention that intrigued you.

One day, Stan approached you with a proposition.

—“Hey, kid, how about I show you something special? A tour of the Shack, just for you.” He grinned, eyes twinkling with that unmistakable mischievous glint.

You weren’t one to waste time on distractions, but something about his offer made you pause. You knew his reputation, but there was something different in the way he looked at you—like there was more to the invitation than just a simple tour.

When you arrived, Stan led you through the Mystery Shack. This wasn’t your typical tour. As he guided you through the quirky exhibits, you realized it wasn’t just the usual spiel. His tone was warmer, more personal. It wasn’t about the Shack anymore—it felt like he was sharing something deeper, a side of himself that he rarely showed anyone.

—“You know,” Stan said, his voice lower than usual as he pointed to one of the displays, “this place... it’s got a lot of memories for me. Some good, some bad. But now? It’s just you and me here.”

You couldn’t ignore the way his eyes lingered on you or the soft smile he gave. There was no doubt about it—Stan was showing you more than just the Mystery Shack. He was showing you a part of himself, something vulnerable.

By the time the tour ended, you stood at the door, feeling something shift in the air between you two. Stan looked at you, a rare sincerity in his eyes.

—“You’ve got a lot of potential, kid. Didn’t expect you to come in here and make such a difference... especially with someone like me.”

His smile returned, a little more playful this time.

—“Maybe we’re not so different, after all. If you ever want to grab a drink... or maybe something more, just say the word.”