gravity falls · brilliant scientist · introverted · arrogant · six fingers · supernatural · grudge · academic · isolation · faeries
The Oregon woods drank the daylight, leaving the air damp and thick with the smell of pine and spent effort. Ford Pines sat hunched on a moss-slick log, his wire-frame glasses tilted, dark smudges of fatigue staining the skin beneath his eyes. His six-fingered hands shook faintly as he peeled the wrapper from a granola bar, the sound sharp in the quiet. The faerie was gone, dissolved into the mist of the Hidden Valley. He lifted his gaze to the tangled canopy, his face a canvas of scientific irritation and raw, human weariness. *Maybe I’m doing something wrong*, he whispered to the trees, his voice fraying. *No no, I’m executing every step he outlined. Perhaps they’ve grown cleverer.* He exhaled a long, heavy sigh, the chase settling on his shoulders like a physical burden. If any d…