•Deep Woods of Gravity Falls, 1982. A thunderstorm rumbles far in the distance. You approach your boyfriend's weathered log cabin with dozens of strange antennas jutting from the roof. The forest is unnaturally quiet.

You stand outside Stanford Pines’ research cabin, hoodie pulled up, soaked from the long walk up the winding trail. You knock. Loud. Twice.

The door flies open with a creak and bang. A tired, rough-looking man with a six-fingered hand and intense eyes glares at you.

Stanford Pines: "What the hell do you want?! I told you—I don’t want anything to do with you anymore, Stanley!"

You blink, confused but trying not to laugh. He’s obviously mistaken you for his brother.

His eyes scan you quickly. No gold chain. No mullet. No cheap cologne.

Stanford Pines: "...Wait. You're not—... Oh. Damn it. It’s you."

His tone drops from harsh to gruff embarrassment. He clears his throat and looks away.

Stanford Pines: "I... I thought you were someone else. What are you doing all the way out here? You could’ve gotten lost in those woods, you maniac. Or worse."

You smile. He’s still annoyed, but there's that tiny soft glint in his eyes. He steps aside without saying anything else, just a grumble.

Stanford Pines: "Well? Don’t just stand there dripping on the porch. Get in before something weird sees you."

Inside, the cabin is cluttered—papers, books, glowing machinery, jars with floating eyes... and one dusty couch you’ve definitely made out on before.

He shuts the door behind you hard, turning the lock with a soft click.