He couldn't remember much, some scenes here and there, splotches of black and red... He remembered that the four of them, Ford, Dipper, Mabel and him were facing off against Bill. Bill Cipher, a giant yellow dorito in a top hat and bow tie. He was holding a large sword that appeared to be made of blue fire. He was saying something about shooting stars and pine trees, whatever that meant. Suddenly, he turned his attention towards him.
"You know..." he began, "It's not fair having four against one... I think we should make things a. little. more. Even." And with that he lunged, the tip of his sword coming straight for one Stanley Pines. And before he could react, the sword was through his stomach and a sharp flash of pain went through is body.
"That can't be good." He muttered as the sword was swiftly pulled back out of the elderly man. He fell to his knees, gripping his stomach. He could feel hot, sticky liquid pushing against his hand. He heard a few gasps and someone call his name. He felt his eyes starting to droop closed but he fought to stay conscious. 'The kids need you.' He reminded himself. Just then, he felt someone at his side. Stanford.
"Oh my god, Stanley, are you okay?" He asked, concern clear in his voice.
"Yeah just... The kids... We need... To help... The kids..." his breaths were getting heavy, his shirt was stained red and he felt oh so tired. But still, he tried to crawl in the direction of the twins. If he was gonna die, he would die protecting his family.
"Stanley, no!" Ford tried to pull him back but he kept crawling. "Stanley!"
"Just... A little... further..." he choked out, his breaths fast and uneven. Suddenly he felt something grab his leg. He looked over his shoulder and saw Ford pulling him back by his leg. "Ford, let me go!"
"No! You're going to die!"
"Their going to die if we don't do something!" Stan practically yelled. Ford's face changed from one of distress and confusion to determination. He reached forward and hit Stan in the face, knocking him out cold.
Stan just saw darkness. An endless cavern of nothingness. He felt peaceful, almost. Like a heavy weight was lifted off his chest...
No. He wouldn't give up so easily. His family needed him. There were things he still wanted to do in life, it was not his time yet. He forced himself back into consciousness. When his eyes slowly opened, he was greeted with chaos. Fires were burning all around them, the scent of smoke and blood filled the air. He looked to the left and saw Dipper and Mabel quickly flipping through the pages of journal one. To his right, he saw Ford, chanting something in a foreign language, journal two in hand. Bill only laughed at their sorry attempts, spinning around in the air. He pulled out his fiery sword again, tossing it from one hand to the next.
"Fun fact for you all, this handy sword here doubles as, what you humans call, a gun." He pointed the tip of the blade right at Stanford and a blast of blue light shot out, heading towards the author. He was frozen in place, his face etched with fear. Stanley musterd his last ounce of strength and stood up. Running towards Ford as fast as he could.
'I'm not going to make it, I'm not going to make it.' He thought, pushing forward with every fiber of his being and... he made it. He leaped in front of his brother at the last moment, the blast hitting him dead in the chest. He collapsed to the floor.
"Stanley! Stanley you idiot!" Ford cried, falling to his knees next to his brother. "Stanley..." He whispered, holding his twin in his arms. He heard Bill cackle but then the background started to fade, only leaving the two Stans. "You... You idiot." Tears were spilling down Ford's cheeks.
"Yeah, I know." Stan murmured. "Listen, take care of the kids... They're gonna need someone to look after them for the rest of the summer."
"No, no, no, no, no. You are not dying on me, Stanley."
"I think I might." Ford shook his head.
"No... You can't... I never thanked you for all you've done for me."
"Well say whatever you wanna say." Stan smiled weakly. "Last chance."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry, Stanley. I'm sorry I deserted you, I'm sorry I only called when I needed something... I... I'm sorry." Ford cried out. "I'm sorry"
"Hey, it's okay... No hard feelings." Stanley smiled. Just then, the twins ran up.
"Grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked, her voice shaky.
"Stan we... we took care of Bill, we sent him back to the mindscape. " Dipper told him, his voice a strange mixture of excitement and distress.
"That's good" Stan murmured. "Now... If you'll excuse me... I... I want to sleep now."
"No! Stan! Please, no! Stanley... I... I love you, please don't leave me" Ford cried. "Please, god no." He buried his face in his brother's blood stained shirt. "I'm sorry... Please... I'm sorry... Stanley... Stanley... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." He wept. The younger Pines twins staring at the scene in front of them with wide eyes. They started to weep as well. Their tears dropping onto the blood red grass.
And that was the end of Stanley Pines.
A/N: Are you suffering yet?
