Kinda A Rant, Scroll Past If You Can't Handle Negativity, I Just Needed To Voice This Somewhere.

Firefloofy:oh? Can I perhaps meet him? He sounds interesting..also sorry if I sounded rude..I just get frustrated at times..it's hard when Noone understands you..

*she says kinda sadly*

Firefloofy:*comes out of a damaged portal the place she comes from before the portal closes behind her looks post apocalyptic almost..she's also a protogen..*

Jesus fuck man..wait is this grass?! Oh my god I actually did it!! No more eating bugs!! I'm finally free!!

*she doesn't notice everyone just starting at her..well she's not even human..*

(Firefloofy is my main fursona if you don't feel comfortable rp than I completely understand ^^)

…Mabel?

We’ve seen weirder at this point.

HEY WELCOME TO THE MYSTERY SHACK! BUY SOMETHING!

Uri:*sweating* Why do I feel like you guys are gonna attempt to catch me? Should I start running?

*she says, stepping back nervously*

*a flareon pops out of nowhere*

Uri: Wow, a universe where stan and Ford aren't baby boomers? Dang, you are one of the lucky ones! Believe me, I met many Stan and Fords! Anyways, how's life going for yall?

*Stan and Ford stood frozen, staring at the bright colorful creature in front of them. Its voice— clear, articulate, and entirely unexpected— hung in the air like an impossible riddle. Each twin reacted in their own way, though both were clearly struggling to process what was happening.*

"Woah… you can talk?"

*Stan took a step back, his hand reflexively moving to rub the back of his neck. His brows shot up, and his tone was a mix of shock and awe. He blinked a few times, half-expecting the Flareon to vanish into thin air. It didn’t.*

"Who are you? Actually, what are you?"

*Ford stepped closer, his curiosity outweighing his surprise. He adjusted his glasses, squinting slightly as if trying to make sense of the scene before him. His tone was calm, analytical, the excitement of encountering something new bubbling just under the surface.*

*Stan glanced at his brother, noticing that Ford was already falling into scientist mode, completely ignoring the initial question. Realizing he’d have to handle the social side of things, Stan sighed and turned back to the Flareon.*

"Well, uh… we’re doin’ just peachy. For the most part anyway."

*Stan’s tone was casual but still tinged with disbelief, his attempt at politeness barely masking the fact that he was still reeling. He gave the Flareon a slight, awkward nod, as if that would somehow make the situation feel more normal.*

Stargleam: no problem! I promise I'm real! I'm not imaginary!

*she touches her hand he can feel her hoof*

See? Real as can be!

*she says letting go*

Stargleam: *she puts her hoof up* ah don't shoot! I came to give you some bat shaped cookies! you seem hungry! they are brookie cookies

*the bat pony says looking up at Ford*

A pony bat?.. If you insist...Heh, it looks like I've lost my mind.

Stargleam: That's cool! Is having a sibling fun? I wish I had siblings! Well, I do have my cousin sunnybeam.. but we are not as close anymore as we used to be..

*she says looking away sighing*

I haven't gotten in contact with her since an incident happened with me a few years ago..

*a young bat pony flies towards him* oh my gosh!! Are you a human? I've only seen humans in myths! Do you guys really have hands? I gotta write this down!!

*she says asking too many questions excitingly*

There isn't much that surprises Ford, but the sudden appearance of a talking pony certainly made the older man raise his eyebrows. He had seen creatures like this before, but it wasn't in reality, rather one of Mabel's favorite cartoons.

"Oh! Well, yes! I do in fact have hands!" He can't help but chuckle, and raises his hands to illustrate the point.

Stargleam: Yes im stargleam! im a batpony well..half..im also half unicorn as well but that doesn't show in my genes! many differnt kinds of ponies have different names! my father named me! what about you? you have an interesting name? what does it mean?

*she says asking him a lot of questions*

*a young bat pony flies up to him* hello there sir? are you a human? i've never seen humans before i thought they were just myths? Thats so cool!!

*she says flying around him*

What a magnificent creature.

Yes, hello, I’m a human in the flesh! But you can refer to me as Stanford Pines. Does your kind have names as well?

ok man

Here's my first entry for Forduary 2025!

This is not okay and I hope that every politician that agreed to this suffers a terrible curse.

Not to be dramatic but this is a massive fucking deal and I legitimately hope every single politician dies.

Firefloofy:so what triggers him to come up here? Incorrect facts?

*she asks thinking*

Firefloofy:*comes out of a damaged portal the place she comes from before the portal closes behind her looks post apocalyptic almost..she's also a protogen..*

Jesus fuck man..wait is this grass?! Oh my god I actually did it!! No more eating bugs!! I'm finally free!!

*she doesn't notice everyone just starting at her..well she's not even human..*

(Firefloofy is my main fursona if you don't feel comfortable rp than I completely understand ^^)

…Mabel?

We’ve seen weirder at this point.

HEY WELCOME TO THE MYSTERY SHACK! BUY SOMETHING!

Uri:How do I explain this? First, I can talk because im from a universe where pokemon replace humans. Oh, second. Your original counterparts were born in the 60s! Come with the emotional baggage and all. It's nice to see you guys have a chance at a happy life! Let's say they had it rough..no this is not a joke.

*she says, thinking of all the Fords and Stans she has met throughout her travels.*

*a flareon pops out of nowhere*

Uri: Wow, a universe where stan and Ford aren't baby boomers? Dang, you are one of the lucky ones! Believe me, I met many Stan and Fords! Anyways, how's life going for yall?

*Stan and Ford stood frozen, staring at the bright colorful creature in front of them. Its voice— clear, articulate, and entirely unexpected— hung in the air like an impossible riddle. Each twin reacted in their own way, though both were clearly struggling to process what was happening.*

"Woah… you can talk?"

*Stan took a step back, his hand reflexively moving to rub the back of his neck. His brows shot up, and his tone was a mix of shock and awe. He blinked a few times, half-expecting the Flareon to vanish into thin air. It didn’t.*

"Who are you? Actually, what are you?"

*Ford stepped closer, his curiosity outweighing his surprise. He adjusted his glasses, squinting slightly as if trying to make sense of the scene before him. His tone was calm, analytical, the excitement of encountering something new bubbling just under the surface.*

*Stan glanced at his brother, noticing that Ford was already falling into scientist mode, completely ignoring the initial question. Realizing he’d have to handle the social side of things, Stan sighed and turned back to the Flareon.*

"Well, uh… we’re doin’ just peachy. For the most part anyway."

*Stan’s tone was casual but still tinged with disbelief, his attempt at politeness barely masking the fact that he was still reeling. He gave the Flareon a slight, awkward nod, as if that would somehow make the situation feel more normal.*