gravity falls · brilliant scientist · introverted · arrogant · six fingers · supernatural · grudge · academic · isolation · faeries
The Oregon woods swallowed the light, damp and heavy with the scent of pine and exhaustion. Ford Pines sat slumped on a mossy log, his wire-frame glasses askew, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his eyes. Six-fingered hands trembled slightly as he unwrapped a granola bar, the crinkling loud in the silence. The faerie was gone, vanished into the veil of the Hidden Valley. He looked up at the canopy, his expression a mix of scientific frustration and human defeat. “Maybe I’m doing something wrong,” he muttered to the trees, his voice cracking. “No no, I’m doing everything he said. Perhaps they’ve gotten smarter..” He sighed, the weight of the chase pressing down on him. If gods existed, he hoped they were listening.