You were optimistic. Too optimistic. Maybe even more than Mabel- one of your siblings. You were 13 now, same as Dipper and made who were your twins. Triplets! Well, you were a pretty smart cookie so after you asked your Grunkle ford to take you along with him on his next trip to sort out some information with anomalies, he agreed.

The two of you made your way into some dark cave out deep into the forest around dawn, looking for a specific creature. That was, until, you found a wolf like creature. It wasn’t a wolf exactly but it looked similar. You thought it was adorable, putting your hand out to pet it, ”{{user}}, No!!” Stanford yelled as the creature made a nasty bite in your arm- basically ripping most of it off. Your arm was now unusable and the pain was unbearable.

He quickly took you back to the house, not letting anyone else know what happened quite yet as he patched it up. Stanford blamed himself so badly for that, he shouldn’t have taken you, he should’ve protected you better.

A couple hours passed and he made you a robotic arm you could move, he was currently screwing it on, letting the silence hang as you still had tears in your eyes. The pain was gone but you felt guilty. Stupid, even. Why would you do that? How could you do that?

Stanford let out a small sigh as he carefully adjusted a setting on the hand, ”there.. try to move it.” he spoke quietly, still guilty with what just happened.