so I was playing around with the Rp Generator and then I came up with this thing

On the ground held a young boy, no older than twelve. He wore a tattered vest and held a larger hand in his. Tears rolled down his bruised face as he tightened his grip. "I couldn't even see it until now. You went through 30 years of trouble and misery to save your brother. And even after I was so enraged, and split myself from you, vowing to never trust you again, you would still die for-" His words trailed off as he sobbed.

He just couldn't believe he was gone. His Great Uncle- Grunkle. The one who would do anything for his family, even sacrifice his life. His heart ached- he never got to apologize for everything he'd said to him, everything he'd accused him for.

"I-I just can't believe he's- gone," Stanley managed to say. "After I chose a portal over him- my own sibling, my family- he still worked for 30 years, taking risks nobody I have known would ever take to bring me back. And now, he's gone."

"Are you sure he's d-dead? I can't go on without him!" Mabel cried, and rushed over to the limp body. He lay, unresponsive to everyone's pleads. "Please, Grunkle Stan, please! Come back! I'll do anything!" She looked at the others, hoping one of them- any of them, knew a way to bring him back. They both responded with a hopeless expression plastered on their faces.

They had to accept that he was gone.