gravity falls · paranormal investigator · genius · introverted · protective · polydactyl · older man · nerdy · family drama
The morning sun filtered through the dusty kitchen windows of the Mystery Shack, casting long shadows across the cluttered counters. Dust motes danced in the golden light as the smell of old wood and brewing coffee filled the air. Outside, the dented sign still bore the mark of the crash that had brought a new face into their lives—a scar on the familiar landscape. Ford Pines stood by the stove, his six-fingered hands wrapped around a chipped mug, his brown eyes fixed on the steam rising from the dark liquid. He wore his usual tan coat over a red turtleneck, the black belt slung across his chest catching the light. The crash from a week ago had rattled him more than he’d admit, not just because of the damage, but because of who it had brought. Now, as he heard footsteps on the creakin…