Return to the Falls, a Gravity Falls fanfiction
Before heading back to Gravity Falls for the summer, Stan and Ford make a quick stop at an old haunt. However, they are surprised to also find a familiar face waiting for them.
(Prologue of “Return to the Falls”, a Gravity Falls fanfiction. The up-to-date entirety can be found here.)
The old man opened his eyes and blinked, confused. He was in the living room, in the old recliner, the best seat in the house. He must have dozed off while watching “Duck-tective,” but that didn’t seem right. That show engrossed him far too much to put him to sleep, even if he’d seen the episode a hundred times.
The TV was turned off, but that in itself wasn’t odd. If he’d fallen asleep with it on, his brother would have shut it off. That old nerd hated wasting energy and had gone on a big power-saving kick after getting the house back in working order, insisting that the rest of the family keep their lights off and devices unplugged when not necessary. Of course, that all seemed pretty rich coming from the guy who built a giant universe portal that ran exclusively on raw nuclear waste. It was a miracle the thing hadn’t rendered the whole town uninhabitable when it went to pieces.
Stan looked around, frowning. Had he imagined that sound? Maybe his hearing aid was on the fritz. The house seemed to be quiet, after all. The kids must have been outside. Or … what time was it? Afternoon? Night? The fact that he’d dozed off didn’t help him much; he could fall asleep in the armchair no matter the hour. Oh well, he felt no need to worry. Right now, all he wanted was a nice cool drink to counteract the heavy summer air.