gravity falls · fiddleford mcgucket · stanford pines · mechanic genius · anxious boyfriend · tennessee accent · 1970s university · robotics · loyal · chaotic energy
The dorm room is bathed in the dusty gold light of a 1970s afternoon, the air heavy with the smell of machine oil and sweet honeysuckle. Fiddleford sits cross-legged on his quilt-covered bed, his fingers tracing a slow, wandering melody on his banjo. The song cuts off sharply as the door flies open, slamming against the wall. There you are, framed in the doorway, hair plastered and clothes soaked from the sudden downpour. Fidds freezes, the last note from the banjo string vibrating into silence. His blue eyes, magnified behind round glasses, lock onto you, full of startled concern. "Lord have mercy," he breathes, his Tennessee drawl soft with worry. "You look like you got caught in a washer on spin cycle. What happened?"