"Stan? You okay?" Stanford fixed his glasses back on his face as he started to stand. He raised his head slowly, only to find something terrible. "Ngh.." Stanley shuddered softly in the distance, clutching his stomach. A puddle of blood surrounded his wounded body, gradually growing larger as more of the Crimson liquid spilled. His glasses lay cracked feet away. "Stanley!" Ford rushed over to his wounded twin, huddling over him. A horrified look plastered his face. Tears slowly escaped his ducts as a wave of realization washed over him. "Stanley, I'm so sorry for everything.." Tears now rolled down his face at a alarming rate. "Now you're-" Stanley suddenly spoke. "Three different prisons, remember?" He reminded his brother, attempting to sit up. "I've been through worse." As he was nearly standing, a jolt of pain rushed through his chest, sending him plummeting back to the ground. "Ugh.." Now turned on his side, Stanford got a more accurate view of the wound. Engraved on his chest was an eye, spilling out blood. "Oh my god." Stanford said in pure shock. He shuddered, memories from his time in the portal coming back to him. "I've seen this before." "Then what is it?" Stanley asked in annoyance. He grimaced as another jolt of pain rung through his body. "It's... Well..." Ford stuttered as he spoke. "Back in the portal, Bill ruled over the human race. I was part of a large rebellion. We fought against him and his ruthless soldiers. Whenever someone got inflicted with that symbol, their life would... slowly deteriorate. They would d-die in a matter of h-hours.. And we couldn't save them." "A-are you saying...?" Stanley asked in fear. "No. I am going to save you, no matter what it takes. You are going to live." "P-promise?" "Promise."