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Originally posted by gaygemgoddess

The Day It All Went Down

Part Two

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Stan sat on his bed, crying like a baby, as he would call it. 

One goddamn mistake cost me my future and my brother…

It’s been 30 years and he’s still mad, even after I saved him from the stupid portal…

He then notices the knife on his desk from earlier that day. He sees it and quickly backs away from his bed. 

The trunk… the trunk of that car… 

When that happened, Stan had been stabbed 

I-don’t-know-how-many times, and he was in so much pain. It was almost impossible to get out of the trunk, but he managed to do it, somehow. 

He grabbed the knife off his desk and sunk to the ground. He looked at it, its metal shining in the moonlight from the small window in his room.

Then he remembered an incident from when he and Ford were kids. 

“Stanley!  Fordsie! Come out, don’t be shy. I don’t bite…” 

No… no… nonononono!... Stan dropped the knife. 

Stan and Ford lived in the city as a kid, so it was decently dangerous. One day when Ford and Stan were working on the Stan O’ War, a strange man came out of the shadows and scooped them up. He told them to be quiet or else he would stab one of them. Stan and Ford both knew they couldn’t live without each other, so they kept quiet.

 He took them to an abandoned warehouse, which had guns, knives and other weaponry. The man tied them up so they couldn’t escape. 

Stan somehow managed to grab a small knife out of a box behind him and cut the ropes to save him and Ford, but the guy went looking for them. Stan and Ford had hidden in a closet by the door, and when the man wasn’t looking, they escaped. 

They both were scarred by that experience though. 

“Stan? May I come in? I-I wanna talk to you about something… I-I mean someone….”

No…no…

He picked the knife up once again. He looked at it, and made a small incision on his arm. Then another. And another. And another. The pain felt good. 

“Stanley? Please answer me…”

“...”

Stan just made more and more incisions as the blood bled on to the floor to the sides next to him.

“Stan.”

“no…” Stan whispered in a hoarse voice.

“Stan, you haven’t locked the door so I'm coming in.”

As Ford opened the door, he stood in shock as he saw what his brother had done to himself. 

“...S-Stanley?”

PLEASE

POST THIS MAN OR HE WILL NOT SHOW UP AT THE FOOT OF YOUR BED AT 3AM!!!!

Painfully Dreaming- Part Two

Bill pushed Ford to the ground and wrapped chains around his arms, legs, torso and neck, cutting off his precious airway. Bill floated down and laid down next to Ford. Ford couldn’t breathe. “You tried to kill me, so I'm going to kill you… It's only fair..”. He started to run out of air. What seemed like his last words were “Help me Stanley…” 

Suddenly, Ford woke up. 

“Stan…” Ford mumbled in his raspy voice. Stan rushed into the room and sat by Ford’s side. “You ok, Sixer?” Stan asked as he walked into the room. Ford pulled down his turtleneck and suddenly Stan saw it. Bruises. Bruises on Ford’s neck. From. The. Chains.

“Did he-” 

“Y-yeah…”

Stan looked furious. He looked like he wanted to scream. “Why that little-” 

“Stan, calm down. I-I don’t know how he’s alive, but we need to not worry a-about it. T-thinking about him is going to attract him m-more.”. Stan sighed. “Fine. But I don’t want him going near you, even in dreams.” “They're more like nightmares.” Ford chuckled, then sighed. He still had that same pain in his side, only it felt worse. “Is it starting to feel better Sixer?” Stan asked.

“N-not really… it almost hurts more actually…”

Stan sighed. He got up, and left the room. Ford laid in bed, wondering how Bill was still alive. He knew he wasn’t supposed to think about him, but he couldn’t help it. He turned towards the wall and sighed once again. Stan came back a couple minutes later with a bag of ice in one hand, and some food in the other. Stan set the food on the nightstand next to Ford, while he gave him the ice pack. Ford laid on his back, and he saw him. He was right there. Bill.

 “AH!” Ford screamed. Stan looked around the room but saw nothing. Ford peeked his head out and saw he was gone. “What happened, Sixer? Didja see something?” Stan asked, with a worried look on his face. 

“I-I could've sworn I saw h-him again...” 

“...”

Ford tried to sit up, but couldn’t. Stan grabbed both of Ford’s hands and helped him get up. “Stan… I-I don’t know how he’s alive…”. “That’s ok Sixer. Even if you are the smartest person I know, you don’t have to have the answer to everything.” Ford smiled back at Stan. “Here, I got you some jelly beans. I thought you would like them.”

“T-Thanks, Stan…”

Gone But Still Here~Part 2

qljsdnvlajks it’s done 

:) enjoy

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Sixer? No… nonono… Ford wake up…. C’mon, wake up!...

Ford peeks open his eyes just a crack to see him in a different room, his twin brother looking down at him, and 2 12-year olds talking to each other.

“Ford? Can you hear me?” Stan waves a hand in front of Ford’s face, but he barely notices it.

“S-Stanley…?”

“Yes! Yes, it’s me! Are you ok??”

“I-I don’t know…”

“Ford… I know you are worried but…”

Stan wraps his arms around Ford once more.

“We got you. We’ll protect you from him.”

“S-Stan… What happened?...”

“You had a panic attack and passed out. We took you upstairs to wait for you to wake up.”

Ford sits up and scooches away from Stan quietly mumbles a “Thank you.”

“Do you need or want anything, Ford?”

“No… I’m ok…”

“Kids, could you go up to your room?”

“Sure, Grunkle Stan.”

Stan watches as the two twins head up the stairs mumbling and whispering to each other.

“Ford, I know when somethings wrong. Just tell me what it is. Please.”

“W-well…”

“Sixer, I know I haven’t been the greatest brother, but I care about you. Please, tell me so I can help you.”

Ford hesitates, but eventually mumbles a “A-Alright…”

Stan smiles back at his brother and lets him speak.

“I-I’m scared that Bill i-is still alive in your mind, and he’s gonna possess you and trick me again…”

Stan shakes his head and chuckles at the silly fear Ford developed. 

“Sixer, it’s fine-”

“C-Can you not call me that?”

“Why?”

“B-Bill called me that all the time.”

“Alright Ford.” 

Stan grabs Ford’s wrist and helps him stand up. They stand there awkwardly for a second, until Ford walks up and hugs Stan. Stan smiles and hugs him back. Ford’s grip tightens and he buries his head in Stan’s shoulder.

“Thank you…”

just kidding imma go make a fic ab this pic by @spinetrick instead

“What’s better than one Grunkle managing the Mystery Shack? TWO GRUNKLES managing the Mystery Shack!”

The past few weeks have been confusing for me, to say the least. I’ve never had so many things that I wanted to draw at the same time, so I’m literally trying to dump them all out in the form of silly drawings.

This is one of them! I was hoping this happened at one point, but that’s ok. We got an even better ending. :’)