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One night while Stan is looking for his car, he runs into an old woman who tells him that he needs to fix things with Ford, or his brother will end up destroying the world.
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Spoiler: the money was in the STNLYMBIL gas tank by WhiteBlood_WhiteInk
Fandoms: Gravity Falls
06 Dec 2024
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Stanford Pines had seriously doubted that he’d ever recover from the terrible mistake that was the creation of The Portal, but he has done it. And without needing to contact his twin, even!
Now, he’s ready to pick up his life where he left it off, but a sudden call from his older brother brings terrible news:
Someone tried to murder Stan.Or; the good news is, Stan made the million he desperately needs! The bad news is, he’s currently comatose and dying in some hospital in Louisiana
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Stan is badly injured in a fight, and he decides to call Ford.
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His brother was barely a shadow in the light now, but Ford knew Stanley had heard him. “If you toss me the journal, I can—“
“The journal?” Stan gasped out, frenzied. “Is that still all you care about!?”
“No, no, if I just had the instructions, I could fix—“ this, fix everything.
The screeching of metal and thundering of the portal reached a deafening crescendo, and Ford could see Stan open his mouth to interrupt, to say something, assent or argument or—
But Ford didn’t get to find out what Stan would’ve said. A particularly violent jolt shook the metal frame of the portal, and Stan, with a wide-eyed final look that Ford didn’t know how to decipher, slipped.
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The Martian Stan AU, which 0MissE0 and I concocted in our evil wizard lair (Tumblr) and is finally seeing the light of day (Ao3)
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“Get your things and go outside,” Shermie growled, not taking his eyes off his father. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Where do you think you’re going, Sherman?”
“Was that the first time?” Shermie demanded. Without waiting for a response, he backed Filbrick into the kitchen counter. “Have you hit him before?”
“The boy needs to be toughened up.”
Filbrick drew up to his full height, not shaken by his son’s steady glare.
Shermie shook his head in disbelief. “I’m not letting you do this to him, Pop. I’m taking the twins and getting the hell out of here. Don’t expect to hear from me again.”