You wanna write a little Drabble about Griffin Ford from Beast of Gravity Falls? ;) I’d love to see what you can come up with^^
Ford was stretched out under a tree near his lab, his claws digging into the grass languidly. The sun sure felt nice on his large body. Though it would feel better if he wasn't a giant owl griffin. He always missed his human body. This one was really cumbersome, especially those darn wings. Good thing he had Stanley trying to help him turn back. Ford eventually dozed off to the sounds of birds chirping and the wind rustling the trees.
The sound of something being dragged through the grass woke Ford up a few hours later. He peered over with his hyper rotating neck to see Stanley with a large carpet hefted over his shoulder. Stan dropped it on the grass and rolled it out. Ford got up and sauntered over in curiosity. It was a shag carpet, blue all over except for some strange yellow markings. Ford tilted his head, he didn't remember this carpet. Must have bought it somewhere and just forgot about it.
"Was doing some cleaning, and I found this tacky carpet in one of the old closets." Stan panted, clearly exhausted from dragging it out here, "Thought I'd bring it to you to see if you'd want to keep it before I sell it. It's ugly."
Ford tapped it with a large paw. Oh, that felt nice. Without warning, he laid down on it with a loud thump, and rubbed himself all over it, sorta like a cat. He liked this carpet. Stan only stared at him in bewilderment as the owl griffin he called his brother played on the carpet. Guess he's keeping it. Ford was like that for several minutes.
"Uh, if you'll excuse me," Stan approached Ford warily, "I need to take this carpet back to the house, so if you would be so kind as to get off, that would be great."
Ford felt Stan touch his wing and everything exploded into white. The two flung away from each other violently. Ford laid on the ground for what felt like forever. Oh. Ow. Everything hurt. Ford sat up and rubbed his head with his hand once the dust settled.
Wait. Hand?
Ford looked down and saw his hand. He was human again? But it wasn't right. This hand was five fingered. That carpet... did it make them switch bodies? Ford felt tiny and weak as a human, even though he knew Stanley was a pretty strong guy. Oh, is Stanley alright? Ford saw him on the other side of the clearing, panicking. Ford haphazardly got to his feet and immediately fell forwards onto the ground, not used to standing on two legs in a long time.
Ford resorted to crawling, he didn't want to hurt Stan's body with his attempts to walk properly. He eventually reached the owl griffin and stared in awe for several seconds. Dang he was very big, no wonder Stan was scared when he first saw him. Stan shrieked at Ford as if he was trying to say something to him, then put his paws on his beak.
"It's okay, Stan... I know it's scary." Ford hadn't been able to talk for so long, he absolutely relished the ability to actually communicate, even though it was through Stan's voice, "Just calm down, I can fix this.... Wait, I could fix everything! I could fix the machine! I could change myself back! If you'll let me borrow your body for a little while of course."
Stan had calmed down by then, and by his awkward body language seemed a little excited by the idea, though Ford didn't want to subject Stan to owl griffin for too long. He knew how much a pain it was to live like that, but this was an opportunity he couldn't afford to waste.
Ford slowly got to his feet and, after acclimating himself to walking again, made his way to the basement. He gathered the scattered papers and sorted them. Following his own directions, he got to work fixing the machine to work in reverse.
It took all day and all night, but finally, he fixed it. He carried it outside and, with an extension cord, plugged it in right next to Stan. He primed it, Stan looking all excited. It would be easier to change him back, then switch bodies again on the carpet. Ford activated the machine and it gave off a blinding light for several seconds. When it was done, Ford looked over to see Stan in Ford's body. His human body. Ford excitedly pulled him over to the carpet and collected charge. Ford tapped Stan's hand and everything went white once again.
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"Ford! Wake up, ya bird brain!"
Ford opened his eyes and looked down at himself. But what he saw made him shriek and claw the ground despairingly. Changing back was only a dream. Only a dream. Of course. He should've known. Ford never had such a switching carpet before being cursed with this stupid form. He slapped the nearest tree with his enormous clawed paws, splintering the trunk and causing it to fall into the forest.
"Whoa, calm down, Sixer!" Stan held his hands up and backed up a bit, not wanting to get in the way of Ford's frustration. Ford looked at Stan in what could only be interpreted as a saddened look, then collapsed to the ground, heaving breaths that could be considered crying if he had the ability to cry.
"You're missing your body, aren't you?" Stan gently touched Ford on the wing, and Ford gingerly leaned into his touch, giving a sad nod, "It'll be alright, Ford. I'm trying my best to help you get it back. You'll be back to normal quicker than you think!"
Ford appreciated his optimism, even though he found it difficult to believe. Why'd that dream have to feel so real? He felt so close to a cure, only for it to be taken from him at the last second. It was infuriating. At least he had Stanley doing everything he could to save him no matter how long it took.
Stan hugged Ford around his large neck, tears streaming down his face. Ford put a paw on Stan's back as gently as he could in reciprocation, keeping his claws as far away as possible. Ford felt warmth inside his chest at Stan's kindness. Being stuck as an owl griffin wasn't as bad when he had his twin by his side. All Ford wished past getting a cure was to never get a deceiving dream like that again.