“What’s Better Than One Grunkle Managing The Mystery Shack? TWO GRUNKLES Managing The Mystery Shack!”

POV: You are 0.25 seconds away from getting your neck snapped.

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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?”

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.

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…”

YES FINALLY

ngl i know its 2023 but i am still a stanchez truther

Painfully Dreaming

Part One

“Ford? Are you awake?” Stan said, shaking Ford while he was sleeping. Ford slowly opened his eyes to see his brother sitting right next to him, looking at his face worriedly. As Ford tried to mumble something, he felt a sharp, brutal pain in his side. It felt like he was being stabbed. “Easy Sixer.” Stan sighed. “You don’t want to move around too much.”. Ford tried to lift up the blanket to look at his wound, but it was just oh, so cold. “Here, Drink this. It’ll help.” Stan insisted. Ford grabbed the cup and sipped a little at a time. Hot cocoa, Ford thought, so he didn’t forget. 

When Ford and Stan were younger and their parents weren’t home, they would always make hot cocoa. Whether it was by heating up chocolate milk, or making it from packets, they would make it, sit on the couch and make up spooky stories to tell to each other.

“I’ll leave you be for now. You should get some rest.” Ford reached his hand out as Stan started to get up. “It’s ok Sixer. I’ll be back after you take a nap.” Ford sighed. Well, I should probably get some sleep. Maybe when I wake up the pain won’t be as bad. Ford drifted off to sleep about 10 minutes later, because of the exhaustion of the day before. Stan and Ford were out monster hunting in a lake that apparently had a monster in it. Ford saw a shadow in the water and shielded Stan so he wouldn’t get hurt. 

Ford was in a dream. The same field as before, and the same things as before. Ford didn’t worry about it and thought he was just having the same dream as before. But… Bill was there. And he acted differently. “You can’t get rid of me that easy Sixer…” He thought he heard Bill say. Bill suddenly appeared in his face. “Stanford! You really thought I was gone, didnt you?”. Impossible… Ford thought. 

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…

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.

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…”