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Stan then hands him a pack of jelly beans and Ford's eyes sparkle more. He looks at Stan. "This isn't some prank, is it?" Stan shakes his head. "Nah. You've been through enough. You deserve something." Ford smiles, trusting Stan, and opens the pack to find, no prank. Just a nice snack. Ford then smiles widely and starts eating brownies and jelly beans. After a little while, Ford stuffs himself, gets tired, and starts to fall asleep. Dipper had been watching silently from the doorway, being fascinated with his every move. At one point, Ford starts weakly trying to settle himself back down in bed and quickly realizes that he is much too weak and uncoordinated to do so when he reopens a newly closed wound, tearing the bandage a bit. He gives a grunt in pain and Dipper shuffles in, almost awkwardly. Ford had closed his eyes, trying to soothe the pain. He then moves himself again to try and lay down, not noticing Dipper. He feels a small hand against his forearm and he looks over curiously, not really expecting anyone, and not having anyone for thirty years. Dipper is holding one journal in his hand and the other on his arm. He puts the journal down and helps Ford lay down gently. He walks off and quietly comes back with a med kit. "H-hold still..." He starts doctoring the wound carefully and Ford holds still for him. Ford grins softly. "Thank you, Dipper my boy." Dipper smiles at him, his eyes sparkling a bit. Soon, Ford's wound is doctored up again and Dipper quietly shuffles away. Later, night comes and Dipper has a nightmare. He shoots to a sitting position in a cold sweat and makes a run downstairs. He quiets his footsteps as he nears Ford's room and he quietly leans his head in the door. To his surprise, the lights are on but he hears some light snoring. He walks inside quietly and he takes a few steps in when he steps on a board that barley creaks. Suddenly, Ford jumps to life and holds up a rather massive knife homemade survival knife. "Who's there?!" Dipper jumps and takes a step back. "G-great Uncle Ford... I-Its just me..." Ford stares for a second, then, tucks the knife away. "Y-yes... m-my apologies... I-is there something you needed?" Dipper suddenly starts watering at the eyes, seeming terrified beyond all means. "I-I..." He walks over meekly and Ford scoots himself over weakly and pats a space he made on the couch. "Come here, Dipper." Dipper nods and does as hes told, laying down. Ford then wraps two protective arms around him and pulls him close. Dipper latches onto his sweater and starts to shake violently, sobbing into Ford's chest. Ford tightens the hold a bit soothingly, just to where he doesn't hurt himself. "Hey... Its OK... I'm here for you..." Dipper stays close to his chest and he speaks through sobs. "I-I'm sorry... I-I'm sorry..." Ford looks down at him. "Sorry for what?" "F-for c-c-crying... Y-your always s-s-so st-strong a-and I-I'm not..." Ford's grip tightens a bit. "No... I'm not..." "Y-yes y-y-you are! Y-your never sc-scared!" "That's not true, Dipper. I get scared too. A lot. A lot more than someone should." Dipper looks up at Ford, as if he couldn't believe what just came out of his mouth. "Y-you do...? Wh-when? How?" Ford suddenly can't seem to be able to look Dipper in the eye, almost ashamed to and he looks up at the wall. "Almost constantly. I get nightmares, random paranoia moments, and my least favorite, visits from Bill. Heck. Bill had recently promised me more recent and... unpleasant visits and... I had actually planned to stay up tonight. He's also the reason why I'm constantly attacked or put in bad situations." Dipper stares up at him, wide eyed. He has stopped sobbing and wraps his arms around his great uncle, trying to help him without hurting him. "Its OK, Great Uncle Ford. I'll be with you through thick and thin through Bill." Ford looks down at him and grins. "And so will I," He holds Dipper close. "I'll protect you." Dipper grins and looks away a bit. "Hey, uh, Great Uncle Ford? I was wondering if I could... Possibly... s-stay the night with you?" Ford gives a soft grin. "Yes. You may." Dipper cant help but smile just a bit and the two get cuddled under the covers comfortably. Dipper manages to get cuddled on top of Ford, on his chest Ford soon falls asleep, feeling safety with Dipper and Dipper mutters softly, looking at Ford's peaceful and now at ease face. "I'll stay with you, Great Uncle Ford. I'm not going anywhere." Dipper lays his head down onto Ford's soft, scruffy, sweater, cuddles his head there and soon, the two drifts off into the night, holding each other steady.
NWHS Story (Part 45)
Hi! Sorry for my absence! Here's the next chapter!
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Crickets chirp softly outside along with the low hums and croaks of various frogs. The wind blows through the trees, causing them to rustle against each other gently. There is a ray of light blue moonlight gently seeping into the room, giving off just enough dim light for Stan to see Ford's carefully and peacefully resting head laying in front of him. Stan cant help but grin softly at the soothing sounds and the feel of Ford's slow, calm, deep, and relaxed breathing. All of this slowly but surely, lulls and soothes him to sleep. He continues to keep Ford soothingly warm and close to himself, giving off a sense of safety, comfort, and protectiveness. and morning soon comes around. Stan is the first to wake up and he looks at Ford, who is still sleeping peacefully. He is still holding his brother close and he rather enjoys having him close and in his arms. Soon, Dipper and Mable wake up and Mable gets an idea. "Hey, Dipstick!" "Yea, Mable?" "What if we made gruncle Ford brownies?" "Hmm... I think it might cheer  him up some! Considering he probably cant move right about now." Mable smiles widely and they both run downstairs, still being as quiet as possible. They go to Ford's room and sees the two, quickly noticing that Stan is awake. Mable walks off and finds a peace of paper and writes on it and holds it up, saying,"Can we bake brownies for gruncle Ford?" Stan nods carefully as if not to wake Ford, giving them the OK and they run off and start baking, careful not to burn down the house. About thirty minutes later, Ford slowly wakes up to the smell of baking brownies. He sniffs the air curiously, yet, happily and Stan looks at him. "The kids have a surprise for ya." "They... They do?" Stan nods a bit. "Yup!" Dipper and Mable soon come in happily with a plate of brownies. Stan puts on his glasses and grabs Ford and carefully places them on his face. Ford blinks a bit and looks at them, his eyes lighting up a bit happily. Stan gets up and carefully helps Ford to a sitting position, being careful as if Ford might just break at any false move. He gets him to a comfortable sitting position and Dipper and Mable pull up a tray for him to eat off of. They p[lace the brownies and a cup of milk on the tray. "There you go, gruncle Ford!" Says Mable. Dipper smiles happily as Ford gives them a weak but happy smile. "Enjoy!" says Dipper, cheerfully. Ford looks at the two and speaks gratefully. "Thank you both very much! This was very thoughtful!" He starts eating happily, enjoying the brownies quite a lot. Stan walks off for a minute or two and comes back holding a small pack of little certain candies that makes Ford's eyes sparkle.
NWHS Story (Part 44)
Can anyone take a good guess of what Stan is holding?
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That moment when you're trying to write a story and your cat starts dancing on your keyboard. And then her daughter jumps in and does the same. And another climbs the back of your chair. And your dog cuts the cheese under your desk. And once you're free of furry fuzzballs, your sandwich is gone and there's about half a page of "cat dancing on your keyboard" language where your story should be.



.....Help......
Ford’s eyes widen in horror as Stan gets tossed through the air by the blast and into some nearby bushes with a sickening thud and crack. “STANLEY!!!” Ford runs right to Stan’s direction, forgetting the danger at hand. Suddenly, the forest around him bursts into the all familiar blue flames just before he reaches Stan. Ford stares, terrified of weather or not the flames had engulfed his brother or not. Bill laughs sickeningly, it gradually getting more sickening, its volume increasing every second until suddenly, Ford snaps and gives a shout filled with rage, sadness, and almost fear, louder than any shout than before. Everything suddenly bursts into gold particles, the blue flames turning red with a thin golden outline. Bill gets blasted backwards and stares in surprise once he regains his bearings. Ford growls and gives Bill a stare that could level a city its so filled with rage. "Leave my family alone!!!" Bill suddenly bursts into the strange flames and he quickly removes himself from the dream, his voice echoing as he fades. "Next time, you six fingered freak!! That's all you are!! A FREAK!!!" Ford winces a bit at this last part but quickly runs to Stan, the fire having distinguished around them both. "Stanley..." He says as he sits on his knees next to his brother, who is laying on his side, faced away from him. Ford pulls him close and cradles him gently in his arm, giving him a brotherly head-bonk. Stan has blood practically pouring from his gut and a small trickle of blood is coming from the corner of his mouth. Ford starts shaking violently as tears stream down his face and he bursts into a series of quiet sniffles and sobs. "N-no..." He then, keeps holding him close when he suddenly feels a small puff of Stan's small breathing against his face. "S-Stan-nley...?" He says, lifting his head away from Stan's. He puts his ear near his face and hears small, rattled, breathing that is slowly fading. Suddenly, Ford wakes up in a cold sweat with a small and pained gasp in the middle of the night. He starts shaking and feels Stan behind him. Stan wakes up with him, being fine and he gently wraps his arms around Ford, knowing that he is panicking and Stan speaks quietly and softly to him. "Hey... Its OK, bro... I'm OK... Everything's fine now..." Ford's eyes widen as he's gently and comfortably pulled close to Stan's chest. "S-Stanley?" "Heh. Yea. Its me, Ford..." Ford stays silent for a few seconds, processing this, trying to figure out weather or not its Bill's idea of some sort of sick joke. After a few seconds, the soothing tightening of Stan's arms around Ford snaps him out of his thoughts. He can feel the soft rumble of Stan's voice which helps along with distinguishing reality from fantasy. "Hey... Its alright, ya nerd... Its me..." Ford's shaking finally begins to slow down. "Y-you... sacrificed yourself..." "Heh. Anything to keep my bro safe..." Ford lets himself completely relax, having a sense of relief, comfort, and safety. Ford feels Stan keeping him soothingly warm and at ease, his body having nearly all of its spiritual energy just sucked out of him and unable to create its own body heat. Ford seems to just completely melt happily, having Stan nearby. After a bit, Stan speaks. "Can ya move any?" Ford tries moving but doesn't get far at all with only a few pulls of muscles or a small movement of a finger. Ford sighs a bit, still pained and now just giving up. "N-no..." Stan gives a deep sigh. "Looks like those weird monsters really did a number on ya this time." "Yes... I'm sorry for putting all of you through this..." "Hey. Its fine, bro. Ya just pulled a Stanley." "Yes. I... I guess I did..." Ford says, his voice starting to slow comfortably under the soothing warmth and sense of safety given off by Stan, his arms still protectively wrapped around him comfortably. Stan looks at Ford and grins softly. He pulls the blanket up a bit further, keeping Ford tucked safely in bed in a little, comfortable, warm blanket cocoon. "Ya go ahead and get some rest, Ford." Ford grins softly and slowly closes his eyes. "Good night, Stanley... Thank you..." Stan's grin goes into a soft smile. "Heh. No problem, bro." Ford soon drifts off to sleep peacefully, snoring softly. He gives the top of Ford's head a little brotherly kiss and gets comfortable, deciding to watch over Ford for awhile. "I'll protect you, Ford. No matter what."
NWHS Story (Part 43)
Whelp! Life is better for me now! Yay! Also, brotherly fluff! YAY!! I don't romantically ship the two Stans. I just see them as the best twins in the world! And in case anyone didn't know: "pulled a Stanley"= Did something stupid without thinking.






(Ps, I have a twin)
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A little while later, Stan had been coming back repetitively to check on Ford. He would gently place the back of his hand against Ford's face ,hand, and forehead, just lightly enough to check to see if his temperature had raised any ant to be sure he doesn't wake him. Eventually, a few hours had passed and Stan had started checking for a pulse in fear that he was fading. He would release a breath he didn't know he was holding and leave just to come back again a few minutes later. The day begins to end and the kids head off to bed while Stan runs around in his pajamas. Soon, he starts to notice Ford getting colder and finds himself unable to leave his side. He makes up his mind, grabs a extra blanket from another room and walks over to the couch. He crawls underneath the covers with Ford carefully and situates himself next to him, pulling the extra blanket over them. Ford seems incredibly small and fragile and is alarmingly cold, curled up, almost desperate for warmth or comfort which just gives Stan the urge to help his brother. He scoots over closer to Ford, making sure he's not upsetting his wounds but also making sure that he's close enough to transfer his body heat. Ford seemingly relaxes, slowly starting to melt happily at his twins presence. Stan grins a bit, feeling Ford's cold body gradually start to warm up and uncurl from its desperate ball. Stan carefully brings his arm over to Ford's and gently presses his thumb into his forearm, feeling Ford's pulse. He lets himself drift off for the night, being lulled to sleep by the soothing, steady, and gradually strengthening beat. They slowly sleep the night away in each others care, Stan warming Ford to prevent any possible life-threatening results of no one taking action. A few hours into the night, the two start to dream and find themselves inside of a strange, space-like area, almost like the dreamscape they would see Bill Cipher in. Stan floats around aimlessly, not sure exactly where he is. He sees a bunch of books and various chemicals floating rather neatly in a certain area and he floats over, seeing this as a tattle-tale sign of a certain six fingered nerd. He gets close and suddenly, a wave of glowing gold particles stand defensibly as a wall in front of him, as if protecting something from Stan. "Ford? Is that you?" Stan hears a growl and Ford's voice behind the wall, practically hissing his words in hatred, anger, and disbelief. "You're not Stan! You're not getting to me this time, CIPHER! I'm done playing your little games!" Stan's eyes widen a bit, understanding that Bill's presence in Ford's dreams and mind isn't a unnatural occurrence. He shakes it off and sighs. "C'mon, poindexter! Its really me!" There is a small silence from Ford. "How do I know its really you...?" "Dang it, just let me in, ya nerd." Stan says sternly. "Yup... That sounds like Stanley..." Ford murmurs to himself quietly. The glowing wall hesitantly comes down and Stan floats himself in to find Ford, floating in the middle of at the very least twenty or thirty books, half his face covered with a sheet of paper stuck to his face. He seems to watch Stan carefully, catching his every move, his every breath. Stan gives a sigh. "I'm not that demonic corn-chip, I swear. Now, stop worrying so much." Ford sighs. "Y-yes... Sorry, Stanley... I could sense your presence in my mind but... You know what? Never mind. Thanks for helping me out, by the way!" Stan grins a bit at Ford. "Eh, no problem, bro! Ya seemed pretty cold and ya got even colder a bit later so I had to... Uh... What's it called..." "Ah! A body heat transfer! Clever!" Ford says, smiling thankfully at his brother. Stan looks at Ford's half covered face curiously. "Why ya got your face covered?" "U-uh...! No... No reason...?" Stan sigh. "Ford. I'm a conman. What's up?" Ford sighs and pulls off the paper to revile, blood coming from his eye. Stan stares, confused, worried, and concerned. "Wh... What'd ya do?" "Its a side effect... From a long time ago... Suddenly, they hear the sickening sound of Bill's laughter, echoing around them. "Ah,hahahahahahahahahaa!! So! You hide things from your brother, even if he's inside your mind, huh sixer? This isn't how your dreamscape looks!" Ford growls. "Well, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have to hide anything!" Stan is starring at Ford questioningly, obviously wondering why this is such a big deal. Ford looks at Stan and sighs. Suddenly, everything around them becomes scattered and misshapen, showing something obviously wrong with his mind. "That's better, sixer! Haha!" Says Bill as he slowly fades into their vision. Stan looms in front of Ford protectively, not ABOUT to move away. "That eye hurting you, Sixer? Here!" Suddenly, Bill's voice seems to come from the triangular form in fron of Stan, and his brother. "Let me fix that for you! Ah,hahahahahahahaa!!" Stan gets a sickening sinking feeling and looks at Ford and he has his left eye as Bill's. Ford has a expression on his right face that says that he expects to get abandoned, yelled at, and like he's completely betrayed everyone. The other half of his face says that he's about to murder everyone, ruining everyone's lives. Stan stares for a second, then starts to slowly back away from them both, confused, scared, and concerned. "F-Ford...? Whats...?" Ford sighs, his voice slightly warped. "I might as well tell you... Y-you deserve the truth... Me and Bill... Once worked together. He could possess me, read my thoughts, and speak to me at any time. We were one. Best friends. Until he betrayed me." Ford fires a angry glance at Bill, his eyes flaring. "Hahahahaha!! Aw, don't be so sour, sixer! I know ya missed me!" Ford gives a growl. "NEVER!! I'm GLAD you're gone!!" "Aw, c'mon, sixer! I know ya did! I can see inside your mind! Ya cant hide it from me!" Ford growls again, louder than before. "SHUT UP!!" Suddenly, golden energy fires off Ford, blasting Bill backwards, causing him to go into a hurtle. Stan gets blasted back a bit too but is suddenly pulled towards Ford with the energy. Ford starts floating off as quickly as possible, Stan now willingly following. Ford leads them through a opening and they are suddenly inside a strange landscape. There are planets in the hazel sky and stars glistening everywhere. There are rolling mountains and strange monsters everywhere. Stan suddenly feels nauseous and light headed and starts to fumble a bit. Ford takes Stan’s hand and keeps running. “Come on, Stanley! We have to keep going!” “Naw duh, poindexter!” They keep running as fast as possible and they hear Bill shout at them from behind. “GET BACK HERE MORTALS!!!!” Stan and Ford run even faster, faster than they were before. “Wh-why are we running? We- We cant die in a dream!” Exclaims Stan, panting as he’s running behind Ford. “Because, Stanley! This is my dreamscape! Things are different here! You can die here!” “WHAT TYPE OF MIND DO YA HAVE?!?!” “STANLEY, THIS IS NOT THE TIME!!!” Ford looks ahead and sees people, time police. “DUCK!!!” Ford pulls Stan into the nearby woods and they keep running, managing to avoid the police. Stan gets a glimpse over his shoulder and sees Bill, ready to fire a eye-beam. He suddenly pushes Ford out of the way and doesn’t have enough time to get himself out of the way. Bill fires and Ford looks back just in time to see Stan’s face, scared and in shock as he is impaled with a light blue ray of light.
NWHS Story (Part 42)
Things are starting to get better!
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Greetings, fellow comrades!! This poor human needs help! Please check him/her out!


EMERGENCY URGENT (Commissions)So yesterday something horrible happened. I was an idiot, and should had known he'd be startled by my new roommate.
This is Alphonse. He happened to fly out the door yesterday and I lost track of him completely.

I love him so much. But seeing that I live in a city environment surrounded by crows I couldn't find him in time. I put up an ad online to see if anyone might find him and screamed for him until I was wheezing yesterday.
I stuck out his cage but to no avail he wasn't there, and probably won't find it. Seeing as the environment I live in is so harsh, full of predators, and it's starting to be winter. I read online that I had a horribly slim chance to a miracle to be reunited with him.
Alphonse was what kept my anxiety from going out the roof. Now I'm reduced to taking lexapro again but instead I'm getting jitters and my heart feels like it's being pulled. He was a good reason why I was able to stay calm and focus well in school.
So out of needing

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