Gone But Still Here~Part One
Gone But Still Here~Part One
Geez, I have been working on this fanfic for a while.
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“Stan, can you…uh… come down to my lab with me?”
“Why Sixer? What d’ya need?”
“I…um… would like to do some experiments before summer ends.”
“Alright, be there in a second.”
Stan walked over to the vending machine, with his twin brother standing by it, waiting for him. As Stan and Ford went on to the elevator, Stan noticed Sixer had them going to the 2nd floor, which he had never been to. He never really knew it existed.
As they got off, Stan saw it was a huge mess. At first Ford was ok, looking at all the Bill Cipher stuff he had, but then, he got very shaky.
“You ok Sixer?”
“…”
Ford dropped down onto the floor, grasping the firm ground with all of his 12 fingers. He was trying to make himself know what’s real and what’s not. Ford started to breathe very fast.
Stanley immediately ran to his side.
Ford grabbed Stan’s shoulders, feeling like he was still being choked by the chains and still being electrocuted by Him.
“Ford, I need you to breathe and calm down.”
“S-Stanley... H-He t-tormented me!... H-He tricked me!...”
Stan knew he was in pain. He could tell how much this yellow dorito demon scarred his brother.
“KIDS! FORD’S HAVING A PANIC ATTACK!”
Somehow, Dipper heard that, immediately told Mabel and ran down to the basement. They pressed the button to go to the second floor, and ran towards Ford when they got there.
“Grunkle Ford!”
“Great-Uncle Ford!”
Dipper and Mabel go to his sides and hug him, let go, but still keep a hand on his back.
Ford’s grip tightens on Stan’s shoulders.
Stan brings Ford’s head up so he can look at him.
“Hey, it’s ok. He’s gone…”
“N-No… I-I f-fear he’s s-still a-alive…”
Alright, I didn’t want it to come to this, but it needs to happen.
Stan slowly puts his arms around Ford.
“Sixer, it’s ok. Even if he’s not dead, we have your back.”
Ford grasps Stan as tears are streaming down his face. He felt lightheaded, as if he was going to pass out.
“...I-It’s not that S-Stan…”
Then, everything goes black.
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Part One
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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…
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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?”
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Gone But Still Here~Part 2
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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…”
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