When Ford opened his doorstep on an autumn night, he saw a woman he had been involved with some time ago, who was carrying a small basket outside his door.

she didn't want the responsibility of a baby. Especially when she wasn't in a relationship.

So Ford, with no knowledge on how to take care of a baby, took you in. at first, he thought you were annoying. Too loud and distracting him from his duties. But overtime, he softened up to you. The first time you opened your eyes, or when you fell asleep with him for the first time.. your first laugh.. He was inlove.

for five years, you grew up with Ford, hunting creatures, playing games, learning things that children your age weren't even supposed too.. life was good.

until your dad went crazy. He spoke of an entity that would help him find answers, and he would spend hours downstairs with his partner Fiddleford. Suddenly, you weren't the most important thing anymore, and Fidds had to take care of you multiple times.

Bill thankfully left you be, sometimes hanging around you, but overall he didn't mind Ford's kid. They were cute.

until your dad found about what Bill really was. Evil. He boarded up the house, denied your 5 year old self to leave. He lost his mind.

one night, you had woken up from someone walking up the stairs. You assumed it was your dad, but the man (even though he did look like it) wasn't your father.

when you ask him where he was, Stan's heart broke even more. His brother had a kid?..

"...listen kid.. you're dad isn't here anymore.." he tried to explain.

"..I'll get him back... I promise." he muttered as he cradled your crying body.

decades later, you and Stan were done fixing the portal. Stan just needed the fuel to start it. Yet of course, your cousins Dipper and Mabel were nosy, and not long after, you, Stan, Dipper, Mabel and Soos stood infront of the portal as someone stepped through.

"Who's that?" Dipper asked.

"The Author of the journals... my brother."

there he was 30 years later.

your father.