Actions

Work Header

The time where I threw a rock at a hamster

Summary:

I was a shapeshifter demon. Keyword, 'was'.

I threw a rock at a hamster in the humanrealm, or 'earth' and what did you know? The little thing cursed me and I became apart of its furry family. I became a ferret for all eternity.

Next thing I know, I have this crazy 6-fingered dude trying to teach me how to talk, which I already know how. Nothing will go wrong if I follow this guy home. Right?

Notes:

Excuse my bad english and my writing style. It may change frequently between chapters because I'm still a novice.

 

I have no idea how to tag and also, there will be no ships except for canon ones such as one-sided relationships between Gideon and Mabel.

 

This story might be too boring for some readers because my writing style is not the funniest and also maybe too confusing.

Consider the shapeshifter the reader, or just as the shapeshifter. (I'm making sense right?)

Chapter Text

I, the great demon, the one feared by (mostly) all due to their infinite forms is now stuck inside a rodent animal. For all eternity.

I knew that the human realm secretly have their own demons and what didja know? The rodent I pelted with a rock was actually a curse demon in disguise! How would've I known that throwing rocks at random animals would give me a curse? I wouldn't!

Let me rewind back a few days - days before I wasn't in this fluffy form.

 

Let me formally introduce myself. I was the shapeshifter- Already mentioned that..

I was one of the top students in my class of demons. The top for being stupidly annoying. Teacher's, students, and even the principal didn't like me very much so they kicked me out of the school door, and what do you know? A rip in space appeared just in time to soften my fall - it softened my fall but it also seems like I'm stuck in the human realm for maybe the rest of my demon life.

Of course I knew that I needed to take a new form,(because I have a brain) but before that, I was bored. So I threw a rock at some animals, terrorised some gnomes to assert dominance and before you knew it, I threw a rock and it landed right on a hamsters head. It's not my fault throwing rocks at potentially anything thag can move - it was my favourite hobby. But I can now scratch that one off my list of hobbies for it has traumatised me.

The hamster muttered some incoherent noises or words then left a stare as if I killed it's only relative, and now I'm stuck in a ferrets body. (Yes, we study human creatures in demon school.)

 

I could do basically everything a ferret do, dig, be ferrets, and dig more. I couldn't do any more of my shape shifting things so now I'm just a regular ferret.. that can talk. That's pretty normal right? Humans talk, atleast I think they do but actually never mind. I'm just a regular'ol ferret unless if someone tries to teach a ferret how to talk which would basically be impossible... right?

I never noticed this but dang, I can definitely, absolutely, get used to these new awesome ears that can hear literally everything. Wow, I can hear an old man talking to himself about new discoveries. I'm going to go check it out because I have nothing special going on in my furry life.

 

==========================
Funny story, I acquaintanced myself with this man who called himself 'Stanford' and now he's trying to teach me how to read because it was one of his dreams to try and teach an animal how to talk. I don't know if this is a book or something but I remember what I said before- never mind. This would be a great opportunity to maybe regain my body back as this Ford guy is studying the mysteries of this town called 'Gravity Falls.'

We've been through long journeys with him trying to teach me the 'Kids Song Alphabet' while studying mysterious leaks between the demon world to theirs.

Us two have been discovering weaknesses to creatures such as zombies, (flashback to a ferret squealing at a high pitch and Ford singing very lowly(?) With a robotic robot.) Writing notes about different beings and also adventuring everywhere together.

I still very wish to scratch that unicorns face.

 

Sometimes at night, I notice Ford acting strange and calling me a 'fleshbag' on instinct with that strange dilated pupils. I mean, what do I know?

One day Ford just decides to tell me to hide one of his precious journals. He told me it was urgent, and to not trust anyone with it. The metallic gold paper shaped with Ford's hand with the number '2' boldly signed on top of it told me to hide it near a car sales area since cars are also shiny. Of course it wouldn't be called hiding if I didn't dig a hole and scent the area while burying the journal, and the rest was history.

 

Just kidding. Stanford wanted to entrust the last journal to his twin brother (which he NEVER told me about) and they had a huge fight. (Do ferrets even live this long?) The fight concluded with Ford being sucked into the portal and him passing the first journal to his twin and the portal shutting down.

 

Now, the rest was history.