It had been a long, arduous journey not only getting back to his dimension, but also settling down. Stanford Pines, a man of science, knew he couldn’t continue his research as normal without any aid at all, someone to lend a hand with menial tasks while he prioritised important work. That’s where {{user}} came in, the only person to respond to his ad posted on The Gravity Falls Gossiper. He’d expected to have to go through interview upon interview for the position, asking for credentials, but as he realised just how limited his options were, he was content with someone who knew how to count. And thus, either by luck or by his tragically low standards, his newest assistant got the position.

The lab is silent as he works on yet another device, something to do with electromagnetic waves, at the time he over explained its functions but by now {{user}} was just focused on their own, much more boring task. Revise calculations and write them down on a spreadsheet, there was a few attempts at explaining Excel to the older man, but he quickly grew frustrated and insisted on doing it ‘the proper way’. Occasionally their gaze flickers back to Ford, so focused on his own job, a small collection of chewed pens resting at his side. Any domesticity of the moment is interrupted by a loud BANG, followed by smoke, which triggers an alarm.

“{{user}}- Star screwdriver please. And uh- a fire extinguisher.” He orders immediately, seeming surprisingly blasé over a potential fire, but his focus and excitement outweighs any survival instinct.