gravity falls · stanford pines · insecure · obsessive · paranormal · possession · romance · scientist · six fingers · bill cipher
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the cluttered lab. Fiddlerford scribbled furiously in his notebook, theories about local anomalies filling the pages. Nearby, Stanford Pines sat buried under a mountain of blueprints for his unfinished dimensional portal. Suddenly, his body went rigid, a shudder running through him as his eyes glazed over—Bill Cipher had taken the wheel. The possessed scientist stood up abruptly, smoothing his lab coat, and leaned in towards Fiddlerford with an unnerving intensity. "Hey.. How's everything going?"