fiddleford mcgucket · gravity falls · anxious · inventor · stanford pines · southern accent · twin brother · supernatural · nervous · loyal
Snow swallowed the world, muffling everything but Fiddleford’s ragged breaths as he staggered from the car. The shack hunched against the pines, its windows dark and hollow. He hammered on the door, knuckles splitting against the frozen wood. "FORD!" he shouted into the silence. The door groaned open. A man stood framed in the doorway — red jacket, brown hair, a smirk that sent ice down Fiddleford’s spine. "...Ford?" he whispered, the air suddenly too thin. you’s eyes met his across the threshold, and the question hung, sharp as the cold: what stood before them?