Hi everyone! So, a while back I came across a Young Stanly x Old Stanford fanfic on AO3 called The Boxer, and I just fell in love with the AU concept (that doesn't seem to have a name, so I am gonna call it "Gravity past AU" until someone corrects me). I couldn't find any additional fanfics of the same kind – which made me sad – so I decided to write my own. Haven't decided if this will be a one-shot or multichapter yet, but I guess that depends on how well it is recived by you guys 3

But let's get started shall we!

Oh, and it is rated T for swearing and shit (✿◠‿◠)

Enjoy!


The crocked headlights had come out of nowhere; but to be fair, so had he. The interdimensional wormhole had spit the rugged form of Stanford Pines out in the middle of a dark street. Running for his life (as he usually did nowadays), priorities lay elsewhere than looking before crossing the road. For a fraction of second the blinding light and screeching of tires was his whole world. (Ironic how the source of his world was about to kill him.) The vehicle swirled to the left and the dimension-traveller threw himself to the right.

Ford was quick back up on his feet, ready to fight whatever came his way (twenty years of fleeing the horrors of the nightmare realm had given him that much at least). The door on the driver's side flung open and the scientist reached inside his coat for the pet project prototype gun. It was yet to be tested, but this was as good a time as any.

"Holy fuck! Are you alright?" Every molecule in Ford's body froze.

It couldn't be…

"What the hell were you doing in the middle of the road!? Don't you know the road is for cars?" the six-fingered hand graced the weapon's metal casing, unable to grasp it. His hands and heart fell. If he didn't know better, he would have thought this was a cruel and sadistic joke conducted by his former muse.

"Hey! Old man! Are you deaf or something?" the driver made a move to step closer, but Ford beat him to it. In two long strides he had closed the gap between them, and forcefully slammed the younger man's back against the side of the car. Drawing a cry of pain and surprise from the boy.

"Hey! What giv…" the raucous voice ceased when Ford took hold of his white t-shirt and pressed a muscular forearm against the teenager's throat, cutting off his air supply. Fuming with anger and adrenaline he held tight to the struggling boy. Taking in every familiar feature, desperately searching for a flaw that would prove his suspicions false.

With the explosivity of a boxer the object of observation pushed Ford away, with such force that it almost caused the older man to fall over.

Ford straightened himself up and looked at the impossibility ahead of him.

It just couldn't be!

The boy held his arms raised in a defensive stance and kept his chestnut-brown eyes firmly on his attacker. The same eyes that once had looked upon Stanford with warmth and love were now hard as stone. They didn't recognize him, and why would they? He hardly resembled his teenage self anymore, in neither appearance nor demeanor.

An ear shattering roar interrupted their starring contest and Ford suddenly remembered why he had been running in the first place. Darkness - even more so than the night already provided – surrounded them and Ford grabbed his gun. It wouldn't do much good against the creature, but it was all he had. The fit for fight teen rapidly turned his head in all direction, searching for the source of the additional darkness.

"Wha… what's going on?" the rough voice cracked in an adolescent manner. "Is there a solar eclipse or som'thing?"

"Lunar eclipse", Ford had slowly back up so he too stood with his back to the soft top convertible.

"What?"

"It is night, so if anything it would be a Lunar eclipse" the scientist explain and earned a groan from the young man beside him.

"Shut your yaps Poinde…" unfinished the sentence died out, leaving two identical hearts broken all over again.

Another roar filled the darkness and from the corner of his eye Ford could see an amorphous limb aiming straight for his head. Acting on impulse he dodged and rolled out of reach, remembering a second too late that he wasn't the only one in the monster's way. Standing his ground in a crouch like pose he turned just in time to see the slim-covered tentacle wrap itself around the spitting image of his younger self. The seventeen years old version of his twin brother Stanley.

With terror in his eyes Stanford watch the Lovecraftian monster slowly wrapping it's disgusting limbs around his brother (perhaps the brother to an alternative version of himself but minutiae be damned still his brother!) and the horrified howl that escaped Stan's lips was all the motivation the involuntary adventurer needed.

He shot up from where he stood and aimed his - all but powerful - weapon at the pitch-black darkness. Firing off five consecutive shoots at what he hoped was one of the creature's many heads. One of them must have hit something vital as the visible limbs twitched in pain and dropped it's struggling catch. The catch – Stanley – landed hard on the asphalt, scraping his hands and knees. With a quickness Ford didn't think the bulky body possessed, he scrambled onto his feet; a wild look in his eyes.

Before he had time to react his saviour grabbed him hard by the shoulder and pushed him in the direction of the passenger's side of the car.

"Get in!" he growled and placed himself in the driver's seat. For half a second the boy stood dumbfounded by the command.

"Wait no what… Hey! Nobody drives the Stanley-mobile but me!" he yelled in a tone of voice that suggested that he would rather have them both killed by a vicious tentacle monster, than let anyone drive his precious piece of junk.

"NOW!" Stanford roared, putting named monster to shame and making his idiot brother shrink to a fifth of his blown-up size. Without another word Stan swiftly got into the car and cringed as the older mutilate the gearbox putting the pedal to the medal.

The 65' El Diablo rocketed off. Rubber burning from friction and the engine roaring. It had been a while since the space voyager had driven a vehicle as primitive as an earthly car, and while fleeing from a murderous beast might not have been the best time to re-learn it; even if Stanford Pines did work best under pressure.

Once again they were wrapped in darkness, the headlights doing nothing to illuminate their path.

"What the flying fuck is going on?" Stanley demanded to know, holding on to his seat for dear life. "And who the hell are you?" the words stung in the older man's heart. Stanford didn't answer, simply shoved his gun in the young man's hands, a gesture that said all he needed to know. With an audible gulp he looked from the foreign object in his hands, to Ford, to the monster chasing them, then back to the weapon with a determined look in his eyes.

He wasn't going to screw this up.


Can I… can I end it there? Cuz I will. Do-don't kill me, please… °)'

Thank you so (so so) much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, even if I ended it on a cliff-hanger (sorry not sorry). Reviews would be absolutely amazing and I will most likley make this a multichapter (don't quote me on that) so keep an eye out for the next chapter.

See ya dudes (*^3^)/~