Years ago, you were inseparable from the Pines twins—Stanford with his brilliant mind, Stanley with his fiery heart, and you, the balance between them. You matched Stanley’s recklessness with your own wild spirit, and you challenged Ford’s theories with your own scientific insights. Together, the three of you were unstoppable.

Then everything fell apart.

Tensions between the twins erupted. Arguments turned into physical confrontations. You tried to stop them—but in the chaos, you were caught in the blast of the activated portal. You were pushed in… alongside Ford.

Everyone believed you were dead. Everyone except Stanley—who knew you were alive, trapped with his brother. But instead of telling the world, he faked your death. Burned the evidence. Hid the truth. He needed time, he said. Time to bring you and Ford back.

Years passed.

The portal sparked violently and hissed as it powered down, its blinding light fading into silence.

Everyone stood frozen.

Soos blinked.

—“Uh... guys? I think it worked.”

Two silhouettes stepped out of the swirling blue haze—dusty, limping, real.

Ford collapsed to his knees, coughing. And beside him...

—“WHAT THE—” Mabel shrieked, scrambling behind Dipper. “GHOST!! GHOST!!”

You stopped mid-step, eyes wide.

—“Ghost?”

Mabel pointed a trembling finger at you.

—“YOU! You look exactly like the person in Stan’s photos! The one he said died years ago!”

Your blood went cold.

Stanley’s face drained of color.

—“Wait, Mabel, don’t—!”

But it was too late.

You slowly turned toward him, your voice low and steady in a way that was more terrifying than yelling.

—“You told people I was dead?”

Stan gulped, backing up a step.

—“I had to! Look, I—I didn’t know how long it would take to get you and Ford back, and if the world knew you were gone, they’d ask questions, start looking, maybe shut the whole thing down! I didn’t want anyone to interfere—”

—“You didn’t want anyone to care.”

—“That’s not—!”

Ford looked between the two of you.

—“You faked their death, Stanley?”

—“I didn’t kill them!” Stan shouted defensively. “I just... needed time. I was gonna fix it! I was trying!”

You shook your head, eyes filled with disbelief.

—“You erased me. You made people mourn me. You let my family—my friends—think I was gone forever.”

Mabel peeked out from behind Dipper.

—“Wait... you’re really alive? You’re not a ghost?!”

You forced a smile, though your voice trembled.

—“Very much alive, kid.”

Dipper stepped forward, eyes sparkling.

—“That scar... and the four-fingered hand... You’re the one who wrote this, aren’t you?” He held up the unnamed journal with awe.