When I was young my brother was always the smart one, the genius. I was the fun one, the one who was always getting himself into trouble but thirty years ago it was my brother that got himself into trouble. It was that darn brain of his and his obsession with mysteries; something as a kid I'd been interested in too but only because he was; mystery to me was just a thing that we could do together, combing his brain and my danger streak.
To say again, it was his interest in mystery that ultimately lead to his predicament.
That brother of mine invented a machine, one that was supposed to create knowledge but all it did was suck him deep within its depths and for the next thirty years I tried to get him back.
I was never smart but I tried and did my best. I dedicated my life to getting my brothers back. I did what I had to, I stole, I cheated and I lied but it was all for him, all for the love of my twin brother; Stan.
But he wasn't happy with that. After all this time he still hadn't forgiven me. I didn't mean to; I never wanted to create that rift between us but here it still is. If only I knew a way to heal this rift, if only the love of my brother was strong enough to fix another hole and get my brother back again...
A/N: My interpretation of the mid-season 2 finale revelations is that the character known as "Grunkle Stan" is not named Stan/Stanford but that the author's REAL name was Stan. As for the real name of "Grunkle Stan", I have yet to know but it's not important in this story as it is first person.
A/N: Second paragrah was written AFTER "The Tale of Two Stans".