It was late at night in the High School parking lot. Stanley Pines was on his way to his car. He could hardly remember the last time he didn't have to stay after school for something stupid he said or did. He was a pro at getting in trouble, that was a given. Beginning to open his car door, he stops. His ears perked up. He swore he heard something. Looking around the empty parking lot, he found it disturbingly quiet. Too quiet. Shadows were created everywhere by the buildings, the trees, and even his own car. They were everywhere and they didn't help his nerves.
If I get mugged in this parking lot again, so help me, I will not be responsible for my actions, he thought as he was ready for a fight. Heck, he kind of wanted one after the day he was having. Yeah, he wasn't having a good day and something like that would only add more to his already huge pile of problems.
When nothing happened, Stan finally decided to get into his vehicle. Shrugging off the noise as paranoia and stress, he started to put the keys in the ignition. He wanted to drive away, honest he did, but he just couldn't manage to start the car up. He groaned, leaning back on the driver's seat. What a day he was having.
Stan's mind flashes back to his awful day. He wasn't really surprised that his name was called to the principal's office, but when they called his brother's name along with his. He couldn't help, but feel a little suspicious.
When they reached the office, he naturally tried to go in first, but was stopped by the secretary. She motioned Ford to go in and not him. His brother looked a little nervous because of it. Ford was not used to the principal's office as much as Stanley was. Sitting down in a chair, Stan waved his brother off towards the door with indifference. Stan raised an eyebrow as his brother entered the room. Ford found his parents sitting waiting for him. His father stood tall with his arms crossed and his mother looked ready for anything. Ford sat down between his parents and the principal started to talk frankly to them. Stan couldn't resist listening in on the conversation.
What Stan heard, seemed to make his entire world fall apart. The principal basically called him worthless with little to no future. As for his brother, Ford was being praised for his recent science project. Ford even has a chance to get a scholarship into one of the best colleges in the country. Stan would be lucky if he even made it through high school. His mind had a sudden realization that if his brother got into that college, he would be a brother short. How would he be able to live without his brother around? Stan really depended on his brother when it came to academics and stuff like it. Worst of all, how would he be able to protect Ford? Ford had always been picked on for his six-fingered hands and Stan made it his duty to punch the lights out of anyone that would even dare to stare at them. The twins would be separated. They have never been separated before, not like that anyway. Stan's mind was spinning uncontrollably with fear, rage, hurt, and a little jealously. Before he realized it the door opened and his family came out.
They were all so proud of Ford. He has a bright future ahead of him, unlike Stanley. Stan quickly buried those feelings of his deep within his mind and put on a smile for his brother. Stan couldn't say that he wasn't proud of Ford too, but he couldn't help but feel like he was being abandoned.
Back in the car, he looked at his watch to see what the time was. It was almost six and groaned, lying back on the driver's seat.
It didn't really matter what time he got home. Sometimes he purposely stayed away from his family just to get some peace and quiet. The Pines household wasn't exactly a picture perfect home.
At least he had Ford, for however long that lasts. Stan thought to himself. Thinking of his brother made him smile at all the things they did when they were little. It only made the situation hurt a little more. Stan soon became so bored to death he forced himself to get out of the confining space. He needed to stretch his legs.
Completely forgot about any dangers that could be in the shadows, he started making his way towards the school. Maybe a walk would do him some good mentally wise. It could help him get some of the more edgy emotions out of his system. Heck, maybe he'll make his way toward the gym where the science fair junk is at and destroy Ford's machine. Rage started to flicker in Stan's eye, at the thought of that stupid contraption, but Ford worked so hard on it. Stan's secret smile started to fade and he quickly pushed the idea out of his mind.
Nah, he frowned, knowing that such an action would probably not end well. Although he couldn't help but mindlessly walk in the direction of the science fair. Little did he realize it or not. Something suddenly appeared out of nowhere from behind him.
A surge of pain went through his body from being hit in the head with some kind of blunt force object. He yelped in pain, before blacking out. Stan was on the ground of the parking lot with a mysterious cloaked figure over him. A black tape measure with a green hourglass-type looking symbol on it was at the person's hip. Taking their hood off, he/she spoke to the unconscious Stan.
"Sorry, Stan, but I can't let you go in there…or anywhere else again."