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A Fading Day~Part 2

TW: Su!c!de, self harm

Sorry this is short!

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Stan slowly walked back to the boat, wiping the tears from his eyes as he walked.

When he walked on, he felt he didn’t belong there. 

Stan didn’t want to be here.

He slowly walked over to his room, trying to not make any noise while going past the study. When he got there, he closed the door silently.

Then, Stan grabbed a pocket knife out of his drawer.

He made a small incision on his arm. 

And another.

And another.

And another.

After a couple minutes, his arm was covered in blood.

Finally, he felt some sort of happiness. He liked the pain.

He fell down onto the floor, smiled and in a hoarse voice, he whispered: “Do you like me now, Sixer?...”

Then, everything went black.

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The Day It All Went Down

Hi! I spent a while on this, so please enjoy!

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“WHAT THE F@#K, STAN?!?”

“What? Look, I'm sorry I crushed your snow globe thingy, ok?”

“STAN, YOU JUST CAUSED THE END OF THE WORLD!!”

“...what? It was just a sn-” 

The basement floor was cold, and as Stan stood in shock, a half-asleep Ford was screaming louder and louder as if he was their father. “Sixer, I'm sor-“ Ford stormed over to Stan and put his hands on his shoulder, and rammed Stan into the wall.

 “JUST SHUT UP FOR ONCE!! YOU'RE ALWAYS SORRY!!”.

Pain striked through Stan's lower body and neck.

 Twelve fingers dug deep into Stan’s neck. “Ford- I can’t-“ Stan’s eyes started to wallow with tears with the dust and crap in the basement getting in his eyes. 

It was causing allergies and stuff.

Ford only dug his fingers deeper. Using his strength, he lifted Stan off the ground. Stan’s vision started to get blurry. He saw black spots, which began to get bigger and bigger. Sometimes they were gray, even green. 

Ford looked into Stan’s eyes, mainly into his pupils. He realizes it was really Stan, not who he thought it was. 

Ford drops him and immediately starts apologizing. “Stan- I-I…” He sees it wasn’t the rift he shattered. It was just a snowglobe of the Mystery Shack.

Stan coughs as he hits the ground and starts gasping for air. Ford stays silent. Tears are streaming down Stan’s face like a waterfall. 

Dammit, that hurt like hell.

He pushes himself to his feet and makes a run for the elevator, trying to make it seem that the room was still spinning and it still kinda felt like he was being choked. 

Ford doesn’t follow him.

A Fading Day~ Part Three

I am totally obsessed with this story, so please enjoy! I worked very hard on this!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stan slowly opened his eyes to see Ford, out of all people.“S-Stanley? A-Are you ok!?”

“Sixer?… A-aren’t you mad at me…?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Remember? Y-You said you didn’t want me to go off the boat but I went anyway and you said I didn’t care about ‘wherever we go we go together’...”

“That never happened, Stan… You've been out for a week…”Ford wraps his arms around Stan.“I thought you died on me…” Sixer whispers.

Stan smiles and hugs Ford back.“Well, I'm still here aren’t I?”

Dipper and Mabel run into the hospital room.“Grunkle Stan!”

“Are you ok?!?!”

“Heh, I think kiddos.”

Stan sits up and hugs Dipper and Mabel.“What happened?” asks a curious Dipper.“I don’t know. I was doing research when I walked into our room and saw Stan had passed out on the floor.”

“Was he holding anything?”

“...Yes… I’d rather not say what it was…”

Stan tries to remember something before he passed out. Then, he knows.“Hey kiddos, can I talk to Ford for a minute?” Stan asks as he ruffles Dipper’s hair.

 “Sure, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel responds in a cheery voice. Dipper and Mabel proceed to walk out of the room, Stan’s eyes waiting for the door to click closed.As they leave, Stan sighs and asks Ford in a worried voice, “That really happened, didn’t it?”

Ford shivers as a small tear runs down his face.“I-It did…”

“Why did you deny it then?”

“I-I hate knowing I caused you this and I wanted you to think it never happened…”

“Hey, look, for what it’s worth, I'm sorry, ok?” Stan opens his arms up and slaps a small smile across his face.

Ford practically leaps towards Stan and squeezes him so tight Stan felt he might as well burst like a balloon! While doing this, Stan looks at his arms and sees scars from it. More than before. 

Then, a tall, skinny figure knocks on the door. “Come in!” Stan yells while Ford sits back on one of the chairs by Stan.

Rick Sanchez runs over to Stanley and hugs him. “L-Lee!” Rick ruffles Stan’s hair. “Hey babe. You comin’ was kinda unexpected.” Stan rolls his eyes, as his boyfriend was never this sappy. “A-Are you kidding m-me?!? Why wouldn’t I come?!? Plus-Plus, why w-ould y-you f-fucking do that-that to y-y-yourself!?!” Rick yells, but then starts to whisper. “I was- I was worried as h-hell about you.”. 

All this is happening while Ford is sitting there with his arms crossed, grumbling and still mad about Rick Sanchez being Stan’s boyfriend. Rick kisses Stan, and sits down on the hospital bed with him. That’s when he sees Ford.

“Hey-Hey Sixer.”

Ford grumbles, but still knows he needs to be polite. “Hello, Rick.”

Then, Dipper and Mabel open the door, and walk back into the room. “Uh, Grunkle Stan? Who’s that?” Dipper asks, sitting down next to Ford, while Mabel goes to him and tries touching Rick’s hair, but he swats her hand away. “Uh, he-he’s a-” Rick stops him and answers instead. “I-I’m his boy-boyfriend, kid.”. Dipper and Mabel freeze and keep looking at Stan then Rick. They look back and forth until Stan starts coughing. 

“Stan, are you-” Ford gets cut off by Rick asking, “Hey-Hey, you ok L-Lee?”. “Yeah, *cough* I’m-I’m fine.” Stan responds, trying to act like he’s not burning up and it feels like he’s being stabbed. “Do you want me to call the nurse in, Stanley?” Ford asks worriedly.

“*cough* I… *cough* can’t… *cough* breath…*cough*” Rick’s hand slams on the button to call the nurse. He did it before Ford could even bring his hand up to press it. The nurse comes in and sees Stan coughing. She immediately starts helping. 

Ford is holding one of Stan’s hands and Rick is holding the other. Stan looks over at Rick and Ford. He smiles at them, and he’ll never admit it, but Rick is afraid it’s the last time he’ll ever see his wonderful smile.

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I Care

Part One

Honestly, I think this story is a masterpiece, so please enjoy!

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Ford was doing research in the study of the Stan O’ War II, when he realizes that the boat was quiet. Too quiet. Ford sat up, put down his plans and pencil, and headed to their shared room. 

“Stanley?”

No answer. 

He looks around, then notices a note on the bottom bunk of their bed.

He sat down on Stan’s bed, surprised, because Stan almost never did things like this. He preferred to not leave notes because it made him feel “babyish” that he couldn't say it to whoever's face. Ford notices droplets on the paper, as if he was sniffling and crying. It almost makes it feel like Ford caused this…

No, you didn’t. You do good things, you don’t make Stan upset. 

You are fine. This is fine.

Ford focuses his gaze down to read the note.

“Dear Sixer, I’m sorry I can’t say this to your face but… Last night I had a nightmare…”

A wave of guilt swept over Ford.

That day, they had gotten into an argument. Stan wanted to buy some things for Ford, and they argued in the store. Ford and Stan were kicked out of the store, and Stan apologized a bunch, but Ford was still mad.

”In the nightmare, I screwed a bunch of stuff up, and… you said you never wanted to talk to me again… and told me to stay out of your life…”

No… Nononono… Stanley I’m sorry…

“I’m not on the boat anywhere. You can try and find me, and… I’d enjoy your company… Better than talkin’ to the seagulls..”

The day before, Stan and Ford decided to go to Glass Shard, New Jersey, to revisit their favorite places in the world. 

Then Ford knew where Stan was.

He ran off the ship, note gripped in his six-fingered hand.

I’m coming, Stanley…

A Fading Day~Part One

TW: Mention of su!c!de

Oh my god this took a long time! Anyways, enjoy!~

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“Thank you?! You really think I'm gonna thank you after what you did 30 years ago?!?!”

Stan awoke with a start.

Just a dream…

Calm down, Stan.

Calm down.

He looked over at his clock, and in bright green letters it read 6:28 AM.

Welp, seems like a good time as ever to get up.

Stan sat up from his bed, feeling a little nauseous. He brushed it off, walked over to the closet, and put on his normal clothes. A gray t-shirt, blue pants, red beanie, and headed to the kitchen

Stan walked into the kitchen, seeing Ford at the table drinking coffee and looking at maps. 

“Mornin’, Pointdexter.”

“Why must you always call me that? Just because I like reading, doesn’t mean I'm some kind of nerd!”

“Woah, geez, calm down Sixer. It’s just a nickname.”

“Well I don’t like it, Lee.”

“I’ve told you not to call me that…”

“Well, if you stop calling me Pointdexter, then I won’t call you Lee.”

“Fine…”

Stan didn’t have a good feeling about today. This morning when he woke up, he felt worse than usual.

But Stan being Stan, he decided to brush it off.

He grabs a mug from the cabinet, and notices there’s no more coffee in the coffee pot.

“Ford, did you drink all the coffee?”

“Yes, we don’t have any more left.”

Stan sighs, and walks over to the table to sit down.

“What’s the route for today?”

“I haven’t finished it yet, be patient.”

Stan, being bored, decided he was going to take a walk on the boardwalk, maybe down to the beach. He headed towards the door when Ford stopped him.

“Woah, woah, woah, where are you going?”

“I’m gonna take a walk on the beach, stop being so protective.”

“I’m not trying to be protective, I just want you to let me know next time! Don’t just leave the boat!”

“Alright, alright, geez, I get it.”

Stan takes just one step off the boat when he hears Ford call back:

“Actually, come back in. I’m almost done with the plans, it’ll probably only take 10 minutes for me to finish them.”

“Ugh. Ford, can I take a 10 minute walk then?”

“No, it’ll be quick. Come back on the boat.”

“Sixer, can I not spend a second off this boat without you telling me to come back?!? I wanna be alone! I want privacy for once!!”

“I’m just asking you to get back on the boat!”

“No! I’m not going to! Now leave me be, I'm going to take a walk.”

“You know what? Fine! I didn’t care about it anyway. But I guess YOU don’t care about the line ‘wherever we go, we go together’!!”

Stan whipped his head around, shocked by what his brother had said.

“W-what? I-I do care about it! We- just-...”

“Do me a favor Stan… Don’t talk to me for a while…”

The rest of the day felt silent.

Stan avoided going to the boat at all costs, only going there for snacks and others.

He hated everything he had done, and he wished this day never happened. Stan sat on the beach, crying, wondering why he was alive and realized what a jerk he was and saw why Sixer would never say thank you.

Dad was right about me all along.

I thought he was being mean, but now I see that I am really a screw up.

I’m an awful person…

I wish I could d!e…

Maybe then Ford would like me…