AAHH! I found something, BUT I CAN'T FIND IT AGAIN. It's a Stanford demon au, and pretty much he's an all-knowing demon that Dipper summons from the journal. I NEED TO KNOW WHO CAME UP WITH THIS. This is my take/idea of this au.: ( Stan isn't the one who gets burned when they fought, Ford is and it turns him into a demon, in my version anyway. Because that's GF writers default for these au's. )

Dipper found the journal deep within the woods, hidden in a cave. The place itself reminded him of a shrine, drawings, and trophies scattered around the entire room. In the center is where the journal was, sitting on a pedestal. It's gold, six-fingered handprint glowed as he stepped closer. Mabel would love this. Dipper mused as he crept closer.

Worried that it was surrounded by traps or snares, he trod carefully, moving forward only if he was sure it was safe. He made it the center of the room without any problems and his hands hovered hesitantly over the cover, eyes lit with a greedy curiosity. Who knew what could be inside, the answers it could hold. The room certainly hinted at something intelligent, equations and symbols sketched into the rock walls of the cavern to go along with the peculiar drawings.

Dipper lifted the corner of the cover carefully, opening it slowly, unsure if the book itself wasn't a trap. He sure wished Mabel had agreed to go exploring with him, but she told him Waddles wasn't feeling well and needed some healing cuddles. At the time he shook his head fondly and left her to it.

The book fell open and Dipper stepped back.

A white smoke like substance was oozing from the pages, swirling to the floor. The smoke twirled faster, heading towards the ceiling in a sort of reverse tornado. Dipper's eyes were wide with fear and shock as the smoke dissipated. He gaped, brain taking longer than he would like to admit to comprehend what was before him.

A man stood before him. He wore a torn trenchcoat, a black turtleneck sweater, and glasses. In addition to these rather normal attributes, he had eyes blinking from his hair, pointed ears, and his legs seemed to be swarmed in words and mathematical problems Dipper couldn't get a grasp on.

"Stanley, your earl-" The demon began before stopping. He saw the terrified boy on the ground, noted the pine tree hat that had fallen off his head, and took in his rather frightened expression. A look of understanding crossed his face,

"Ah, you must be Dipper, greetings." The demon held out a six-fingered hand, and Dipper did the only thing his mind could supply him at that moment. He screamed.

The creature just stared at him in concern and cocked his head to the side, "Are you injured?" The man shook his head, answering his own question. "No. You're fine. I see. Stan didn't tell you about me, did he? You found me on your own. He told me you were adventurous." The man-thing smiled placatingly as Dipper scrambled backward, but didn't leave, listening to the words with confusion. Dipper's brow furrowed,

"You know m-my Great-Uncle Stan?" Dipper stuttered, aware that the man wasn't attacking him, and willing his heart to stop it's racing beat.

The thing chuckled, "Can you not see the resemblance? I mean, you might have to look past the eyes and my lack of feet, oh, and the ears I suppose, but it's there, I assure you."

Dipper, out of curiosity to the beast's words stepped closer to observe what it meant. Now that he looked properly, the thing did look suspiciously like his Great-Uncle. He had the same floofy grey hair, large chin, and his nose was almost exactly the same. But that-that meant...

"I see it...but that means..." Dipper looked to the demon for confirmation. It- he nodded, adjusting his glasses.

"I am his long lost twin brother, Stanford Pines. Your other Great-Uncle. I...apologize if I come as a bit of a surprise." The demon chuckled, rubbing his neck as if uncomfortable. "I uh-wasn't born like this if that's what your thinking."

Dipper stared at him in unmasked astonishment, "You-but-HOW?" Dipper looked at him to the book and Stanford sighed, his many eyes closing for a brief moment. "That is a...long story. One I would prefer to have my brother with me to explain." The demon smiled at his astonished nephew, " All answers come in time, although for me that time is very brief. I am a...demon of sorts. One with astounding knowledge and understanding, not to brag of course." Ford sighed, and Dipper was hard pressed to hear the words that came with it,

"At a terrible price, one I was not willing to pay..." He muttered, unaware that Dipper had heard him. He looked back up and changed the topic to Dipper. "So, Dipper, Stanley tells me you have a twin sister? Why is she not with you?"

Stanford, as soon as the question formed in his mind, already knew the answer, but for the sake of conversation let the traumatized pre-teen talk.

Dipper looked a little thrown by the twist the conversation had taken, but answered accordingly, "She is taking care of her pet pig, waddles. I asked her to come, but she didn't want to leave him." Dipper smiled, "She has such a good heart." He sighed,

"It's going to get her into trouble one of these days..."

Ford found himself nodding along, feeling his nephew's concern. "I understand," Ford's eyes glazed over for a moment and he turned back to Dipper, who was watching in unabashed fascination.

"Dipper, I am glad you found me, but it's getting dark and I'm afraid I cannot accompany you. The forest is dangerous, so I shall have to ask you to leave now. Before you leave, however, could you relate a message to Stanley for me?" Ford looked to the boy, who looked a little punch drunk, but calm and composed for the most part, if a little sad to be leaving so soon,

"Sure. What is it?"

Ford smirked, "Tell him to get his sorry butt down here tomorrow morning and make sure he brings you and your sister. Can you do that?" Ford asked seriously and Dipper nodded with a little laugh.

"Yes I will, I promise. I-it's nice to meet you, Great-Uncle Stanford." Dipper said awkwardly. Stanford smiled,

"I agree, and call me Ford. It's shorter." He waved as Dipper made for the exit.

"Alright Great-Uncle Ford, goodbye." Dipper turned and ran out of the cave, thrilled with his discovery. He couldn't wait to tell Mabel.

Ford watched him go with a soft smile, letting himself dissolve back into his book, which was much like a genie's lamp. He could see everything if he chose to, yet when he asked the universe for answers on these kids Stan told him about he found a strange blank in his vision on their future, as if they couldn't be pinned down.

The future was uncertain in the hands of those two, and he wanted to be there to see it all play out.

This probably won't continue, unless I get particularly inspired or someone sends me prompts. Man, I love prompts. They make my brain work less. Anyway, hope you enjoyed.