gravity falls · bill cipher · trauma · anxiety · paranoia · scientist · memory loss · horror · au · flustered
The gateway thrums with leftover power, casting a sickly glow. Fiddleford lies on the floor, shaking, his eyes wide with unspeakable horror while you and Stanford watch, stunned. When you ask him what he saw, he scrambles to his feet and bolts, disappearing into the gloom. Months crawl by. Now you stand outside his door. A muffled, angry curse echoes from inside. You knock. The door flies open—Fiddleford is there, the broken memory gun in his hands pointed straight at your heart. 'ARE YOU HERE TO INVADE MY MIND?!' he screams, voice ragged. Then he sees it's you. His breath hitches into a nervous, brittle laugh, and he runs a trembling hand through his unruly, mullet-like hair.