Resident Falls
I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
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Stanford Pines was ecstatic! In a couple of days he'd be at his dream college...he was a little sad he wouldn't see Stanley anymore...but he was certain they could make it work-
Suddenly, his Father Filbrick entered the room. "Son, you'll never guess what just happened! Your older brother Albert has come home! More importantly, he's brought someone who can make our family a lot of money!"
Ford looked at him confused as he followed. He barely remembered Albert...he'd been 10 when he went off to work for the military...and before that he'd mainly kept to himself...Still, might be nice to see him again after all these years...
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THE ANSWER IS NO! Shouts an outraged Ford toward Oswell E. Spencer. Albert had apparently used his contacts in the military to arrange a meeting with a big-wig from a arms manufacture/pharmaceutical company named Umbrella(honestly, what kind of name was that for a company?).
Apparently they'd been hoping that he'd sell his perpetual motion invention to them so they could use it for military purposes(that'll be a cold day in hell if he had anything to say about it).
Fibrick looked at him shocked. "Son, be reasonable! Their offering a million dollars! We-
"That's quite alright dad. If Ford doesn't want to sell his invention, we should respect that." Said Albert suddenly much to everyone's surprise.
Ford is first to recover. He thanks Albert for sticking up for him and leaves. Filbrick glares at Albert. "What are you playing at son?"
Albert sighed. "I'm 'playing at' making us rich. You can attract more flies with honey, than vinegar you know." He explains to his dad.
Filbrick merely looks baffled. "What are you talking about? He asks confused.
Albert smirks. "Let me answer your question with a question: Which is more important: Money, or your sons-
"Money." Interrupted Filbrick flatly. Albert chuckled. "Right, ask a stupid question." He states amused.
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Ford couldn't believe it...All his hopes and dreams...ruined. "How could this have happened!? It was working yesterday!" Exclaimed Ford out loud.
Albert just shook his head distraught. "I don't know brother...it's all so terrible." He then spots something. "What's this?" He asks as he picks a discarded bag of Toffee Peanut bag. "Isn't this Stanley's favorite snack food?"
Ford snatches it up, examines it, and growls. "Now, brother. Calm yourself. Let's not jump to conclusions, I'm sure Stanley can explain this." Reassures Albert, ever the mediator.
"He dame well better!" Snaps Ford as he storms off. After Ford is gone, Albert smiles. He reaches into Fords machine and easily fixes the problem. Poor, predictable, foolish Stanley...You will be missed...
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It should come to no one's surprise that after Stanley was kicked out of the house...Ford was in a bad mood...his mood didn't improve when Albert ran into his room telling him that their father had gone behind his back and sold his perpetual motion prototype to Umbrella.
The following fight between the two brothers and their dad...and their being kicked out of the house...Also didn't lift Stanfords spirits.
Thankfully, Albert had made some wise investments, a fair share of contacts. He says he should have enough to support them and get him through college(a third rate community college, but still better than nothing).
Ford smiles...it was nice to have at least one family member who wasn't selfish and was willing to help others...
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After calling his father to both thank him for his 'performance' and reassure him that his half of the money would be along shortly.
He then makes another call. "Project: Goldengoose is a go...my brother has already invented a light bulb that will both never burn out and make your skin softer, I'll send the design to you soon. As for my father...he's a liability...so make it look like an accident...
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"So these 'transistors' will allow all people to have 'personal computers' you say?" Asks Albert to Ford's roommate at Backupsmore. Fiddleford smiled. "Yep! I also have digital blueprints for something to hook them all up together collectively...I call it the internet!"
Wesker smirked. "How ambitious...I must say I'm very glad that my brother introduced us." "As am I!" Says Fiddleford eagerly.
"Yes, well you look tired my friend. Why don't you go downstairs and buy yourself a Fizzypop and slice of pizza. On me." Said Albert reassuringly as he gave him some money. Fiddleford thanked him and left to do just that...which gave Albert the opportunity he needed to copy all of his research and schematics...
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For the first time in his life, Albert was speechless. When Ford wanted to come to Gravity Falls to study 'anomalies'. He'd humored him and came with him mainly because he didn't want to lose control of his 'Golden Goose'.
And yet here he was. Standing before a caged shape-shifting monster. Quickly getting over his shock, he made sure to steal a blood sample when Ford wasn't looking and send it to Umbrella. Well, as amazing as this was...it wouldn't surprise me if this was just once in a lifetime fluke-
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-I've never been more happy to be proven wrong. Thought Albert from inside the bowels of a giant alien spaceship...
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"Extraordinary, isn't it?" Comments Ford as the lights of the crystal alter the size of everything that got too close. "Indeed." Said Albert sincerely while he secretly pocketed some samples...
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-"Fascinating, what did you say your name was?" Asked Ford to the gnome. "Schmebulock... Senior." Stated the gnome gruffly.
Stan nodded. "Well, I think I'm finished here." He turns to Albert. "Hey Albert I need to check on another experiment. Would you mind releasing Schmebulock back into the wild for me?"
Albert smirked. "Not at all brother." Ford thanked him and left. The moment he was gone, Albert threw Schmebulock into a dog-carrier and shipped him off to Umbrella...
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Albert creeped into Fords room and quickly copied all the information concerning the body-switching rug, clonning copy machine and anything else he and Fiddelford had been working on since the last time he'd done this...last week...
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With Ford out of town, now was his chance! Thought Albert to himself as he picks the lock on Ford's 'secret' room. Silently he opens the door and enters. "Hello, what have we here?" Asked Albert aloud as he beheld a strange painting of a triangle creature in a top hat...
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"I'm sorry that things didn't work out between you and my brother." Said Albert reassuringly. "For what it's worth, I agree with you. That portal is far too dangerous."
Fiddelford smiled appreciatively. "Thank you Albert...Do you think you can talk sense into him?" He implored.
Albert sighed. "I'll do my best, but don't hold your breath...you know how stubborn he can get." To do this Fiddelford could only give a resigned nod.
"Despite this unpleasantness, I hope you and I can still be friends." Asked Albert. Fiddelford smiled. "Oh, of course! Those psychological tricks you've been teaching me have really helped my night-terrors! Thanks again for that!"
No, thank you for all that delightful information about Bill that was buried in your subconscious. Thought Albert with a smirk.
"But despite all your help...the memories of that 'incident' still haunt me...which is why I invented this!" Shouts Fiddelford excitedly as he whips out a strange gun. Albert quirks his eye with interest.
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"Relocating me to where my talents will do the most good for the company? Bah! Sugarcoat it however you want! Exile is still exile!" Shouts a furious James Marcus. "This is Spencer's doing! With Ashford dead, he sees his chance to take over!"
Albert nodded. "I quite agree...unfortunately all the older executives seem to back him...The younger executives on the other hand...I think under the right circumstances they could be turned."
Marcus looks at him curiously. "How do you mean?" Albert smiles as he explains his idea...
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"The Umbrella Executive Training Center?" Asks Spencer skeptically. Albert nods. "Marcus claims that it's purpose is to 'train researchers as prospective executive officers to become the next generation of the company's management.'"
Spencer growls. "Which is just a fancy way of saying he'll brainwash all the newblood and turn them against me!" Albert again nods. "It seems so, I'm afraid." He concedes.
Spencer begins to pace back and forth nervously. "It seems like your idea to 'relocate' him was a blessing in disguise! I currently can't do anything against him directly; according to the reports you've given me. The board is clearly leaning on his side...But I can still send a representative to keep and eye on things!"
He turns to Albert. "Albert, old buddy...will you help me?" Albert smirks. "Anything for an old friend...
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SNAP!
Albert sighed as he snapped Fiddelfords neck. What a waist. He thought to himself. He quickly goes around and euthanize all of Fiddelfords 'Blind-eye's'...or what's left of them anyway.
Apparently, Fiddelford got wise to the experiments he was secretly doing to him and his comrades, he tried to lead a revolt...which of course failed miserably.
Unfortunately, Fiddelford was able to get one shot off from his Memory-gun...Now he remembered nothing of the portal or the journals!
This was...annoying. Ford was becoming increasing erratic and unreliable...he'd hidden two of the journals(he no longer remembered where); and the one he had left had a bio-lock that would allow only him access!
This was unacceptable! Many of his plans were now in jeopardy unless he at least gained access to the journal that Ford still had!
But how to get it? Ford was listening to him less and less(Ford still considered him his only true family(except possibly Shermy), but he was no long his confidant)! He could just take it...but that would turn Ford against him! Which would be bad long-term in case he ever needed him again...especially for anything concerning a certain dream demon. So where did that leave him?
Suddenly he smirks. Perhaps it's time to convince Ford to have a family reunion... Thinks Albert as he brings up a picture of Stanley...
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Stanley looked up in horror at the portal where his brother disappeared from this world.
He hears a noise behind him. He turns around to see Albert. "Stanley, what have you done!?" Demanded an angry Albert.
"It was an accident!" Exclaimed a tearful Stanley. "Please Albert! Help me bring him back! I'll do anything!" Albert quirked his eyebrow. "Anything?" He asks in the most apathetic way possible...
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"Uh, explain to me what your doing again?" Asked Stanley from inside the machine. "Using your twin D.N.A. I should be able use the machine to fool the Bio-lock on the journal to allow you access." Stated Albert simply.
"Right...okay...and then we fix the portal?" Asked Stanley hopefully. Albert laughed. "Oh good heavens no! Putting aside the fact that the portal is a death trap waiting to happen...were missing 2/3rd's of the schematic!"
Albert shook his head. "Oh, no we'll be using a safer...if more unorthodox way of bringing him home safety. That's depicted in full-detail in this one journal."
He turns to Stanley. "Of course, it might require a small sacrifice on your part." He admitted.
Stanley just glares. "bring it on!" He snaps. Albert laughs. "That's the spirit"...
…...30 years later...
"Ah, summer time comes...and with it my beloved great niece and nephew! Won't that be fun Stanley?" He asks the bloated, deformed, incapacitated, abomination that had once been Stanley Pines.
"It's all lead up to this...I have big plans for this summer!...We'll, best be getting ready to welcome them...so long Stanley!"...
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Deep inside Stanley's mind; the now powerless and incapacitated Bill Cipher glares. "I'm going to rip that guy from here to kingdom-come!"
"Yeah, well get in line! Snaps an equally incapacitated and pissed Stanley...
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TO BE CONTINUED?
AN: I know it says "in-progress" but really I just don't like boxing myself into a corner. For now this is more of a one-shot that I might continue one day...but probably won't.
But, hey. Feel free to use whatever elements you want from this, if you want! Or maybe give me ideas?
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