Im Going To Stream Me Coloring This And Another Picture Of Mine Because I Havent Streamed In A While

I’m going to stream me coloring this and another picture of mine because I haven’t streamed in a while and I feel like staying up late tonight! Join the fun as I descend into insomniac insanity! http://www.twitch.tv/foxhoodgin

Language Warning!! SO uh yeah. Truth is I don’t have an explanation for this, I really don’t. I was listening to Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing and at one point you can hear in the background someone say ‘Where are you mother fucker?’ and then laugh a tad crazily. So I was like, I’m going to doodle- That’s right I meant for this to be a doodle- Waru with that written on it. Then I was sitting at the doctor’s office for like an hour and too kill the time I made it a full drawing. Also she originally was going to be holding her knife but I accidently made it look like she had a lighter and I was like ‘She’d probably be a pyro too’ I don’t know if she is, if I’m wrong on that then well frick but yeah… Art belongs to me, the character however belongs to @voxelarch

You know. I was sitting here with nothing to draw and I thought to myself 'I've drawn multiple things for VoxelArch, one of the people whom I look up to, but I've never done anything for the other person I look up too. I need to fix this.' SO I drew BaserBeanz's Steve and 001(VoidSteve?). I hope that's not an issue. And if anyone knows me by now, yes I'm going to color this. Yes it will likely be during my next stream. XD The characters belongs to @baserbeanz The art belongs to me, please don't use without my permission.

One day Ford makes a pair of long-distance, no-battery, everlasting handheld transceivers, and he calls them the emergency line.

He starts them one night after he wakes up to get a drink, and finds Stan sitting in the living room with the phone in his lap. Stan has the receiver in one hand and his thumb holding down the tab. He’s not even wearing his glasses; he’s just staring at the dialpad and a scrap of paper.

When Ford asks what’s wrong, Stan shrugs.

“Do you remember when that one-eyed demon went after the kids?” He asks.

“When I’m asleep, sometimes I hear him say he’s gonna make them into corpses. And then I get up and come out here and pick up the phone, but I can’t call them. Their parents would kill me without an explanation, or if I explained we’d never get to see the kids again because their parents would never let them come back.”

Stan’s staring at the phone helplessly so Ford squeezes into the chair beside his brother, takes the phone and puts it back on the table.

“Don’t worry.” Ford says. “They’re safe. You made sure of that, after all. But how about we call them in the morning before they go to school?”

And Stan lets Ford drag him to bed, and they call bright and early just as promised.

But Ford can’t get the image out of his mind of Stan worrying over the phone. So he heads down into the battered basement of the Shack, and brings everything he can find that’s usable. He tells the others that he’s getting the basement ready for rebuilding, and they’re all too busy to check on if he’s telling the truth.

The Mystery Shack needs a lot of work done before it can be opened to the public again, even after the first round of repairs. Soos has a million details to go over, as he and Stan rearrange the business to suit Soos’ inability to cheat people, and attractions need to be repaired of created.

When the transceivers are finished, Ford mails the kids their handheld by express with a long and detailed letter explaining why they had to keep it on hand.

A couple days later Ford hears Stan get up, and follows him.

“I’m gonna call them this time.” Stan insists, pushing past his brother. “I have to make sure the knuckleheads are okay.”

So Ford goes after him, and hands him the other transceiver before Stan can pick up the phone.

“Dial 5437.” Ford says. “And wait for a minute.”

Stan dutifully dials the numbers, and they both hover over the transceiver as it crackles. After a very long minute, there’s the sound of a pig, and a thump.

“Get away from that, Waddles!” Dipper’s voice is faint, and there’s another thump before he comes in clearly. “Hello?”

“Hey kid.” Stan goes back to his old ways, pretending he doesn’t care. “Just making sure you’re still at your parents and not about to show up on our doorstep.”

Ford rolls his eyes, but Dipper just laughs.

The kids talk to Stan for a while, Mabel taking over when Dipper starts yawning and excitedly telling them about everything that has happened so far in the new school year. Stan has a huge smile on his face when Mabel finally ends the call, and Ford does too.

Stan uses the emergency line almost every time he has a nightmare after that, and the kids use it too. Ford set it up to be a line for all of them, and all Dipper or Mabel had to do was dial 78267 to get their Grunkles.

When they do, Dipper is as bad as Stan about lying when he initiates a call.

“I could use some help with my homework.” He says to Ford at one in the morning. “Do you have a few minutes?”

“Of course.” Ford says as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. “I was just in the basement anyway.”

Mabel on the other hand doesn’t care. “I had a nightmare.” She says to Ford when he answers, a couple days after Dipper’s call. “I want Grunkle Stan.”

So Ford goes to his brother’s room and shakes him awake, hands the transceiver to him and mouths the name of their grand-niece.

“Hey pumpkin.” Stan answers with a smile. “What is it?”

“Do you remember me still?” Mabel asks, and both Stan and Ford can hear her sniffle. “Do you remember everyone?”

“Sure do, sweetie.” Stan says. “Don’t think you’ll be rid of me that easy.”

……

The nightmares stop eventually, and by the time Stan and Ford leave on their ship, no one has used the emergency line in weeks. But they bring the transceiver anyway, just in case.

JUST LEAVE THE POOR GUY ALONE

The scream Clover let out sent chills down the others spines. It sounded like one of pure agony and it was static-y, like radio interference. Gin swallowed heavily and walked towards him, struggling against the waves of energy coming out from Clover's form. Gin grabbed him by the shoulders and hugged him. He felt the pain Clover did through the touch. He gritted his teeth and fought back a scream of his own. He held him tighter. Suddenly Clover fell silent, and froze completely stiff. The energy slowly died away and Clover went limp right after murmuring "Ginsei...?" Gin looked at him but the pale teen had already fallen unconscious. Ok so this didn't quite turn out like I had imagined it but at the same time I think the differences add to it so *shrugs* This is a picture that'd make more sense if I ever get around to finishing the Crafter Chronicles series because this is a scene from around the end of the second book ovo; but ye- The art and Clover belong to me, please do not use without my permission

Language Warning!! SO uh yeah. Truth is I don’t have an explanation for this, I really don’t. I was listening to Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing and at one point you can hear in the background someone say ‘Where are you mother fucker?’ and then laugh a tad crazily. So I was like, I’m going to doodle- That’s right I meant for this to be a doodle- Waru with that written on it. Then I was sitting at the doctor’s office for like an hour and too kill the time I made it a full drawing. Also she originally was going to be holding her knife but I accidently made it look like she had a lighter and I was like ‘She’d probably be a pyro too’ I don’t know if she is, if I’m wrong on that then well frick but yeah... Art belongs to me, the character however belongs to @voxelarch