HAT: *grins giddily* I think inspiration's come to stay. I'm so impressed with myself!~

Disclaimer: I won nothing aside from the plot and OCs what will come.


Stanford's sleep was fitful and he kept waking up every few hours. In turn, Stanford's unrestful sleep made Stanley's sleep fitful as well because he was on edge and waiting for him to take his other eye as well. Needless to say by the time the sun rose, they were already awake and were exhausted.

Despite that exhaustion, Stanley pushes himself up and makes his way toward the city again, not particularly caring if his brother follows or not, so long as he keeps his distance.

Without any prompting, Stanford follows behind at a distance and keeps quiet- he doesn't want to irritate his brother any further.

Stanley bumps into another rock and this time tumbles down to the bottom of the mountain. He lies on the ground with his head spinning and body feeling weak- how long has it been since they've eaten anyway? Stanford had yelped at seeing Stanley dropping and he followed after as fast as he dared. He prays silently that he hasn't broken any bones.

"Stanley, are you alright?" Stanford asks as he kneels next to his brother.

"I'm fine," Stanley snaps, causing Stanford to flinch.

He pushes himself up and moving away from Stanford toward the city. Stanford hesitates until he's a few yards away to follow. He's still trying to adjust to not hearing with one ear like his brother is adjusting to not seeing with both eyes.

He doesn't understand. It was the only way if we didn't escape those caves, Stanford thinks while looking at his brother from behind. He's stumbling around a lot- not that Stanford isn't stumbling around, but he's more careful with his movements so he doesn't fall as often as his twin.

About a mile away from the base of the mountain it suddenly shifts from the cool theta they'd become accustomed to in the caves and on the mountain to blistering heat of a desert. Stanley stumbles back, panting and stares at the air in front of him like it'd offended him.

"W-h-a-t _i-s _it?"

Stanley stays silent and experimentally pushes his hand through the invisible border between cool and hot. There's a pocket of air that is a medium between the two but it's no thicker than three inches more or less. He sheds his jacket and ties it around his waist- god, he's getting thin- before slowly stepping forward into the heat.

Stanford watches with a frown on his face and decides to follow his brother's lead and takes off his trench coat and ties it around his waist before stepping out. He jumps back at the unexpected head and takes several moments to gather himself before rolling up his sleeves and unbuttoning his shirt. Once that's done he walks out and follows his brother. This does nothing to help the imbalance that he has with the loss of his hearing and he's getting hot- unbearably so. He feels like he's gonna pass out any minute.

Almost there, Stanley thinks, but his depth perception is off, they're a good mile father than he thinks they are.

Stanley almost doesn't stop or look back when he hears his brother collapse behind him. He listens carefully for Stanford to get up, but when he doesn't hear that, he turns and finds him lying face down on the ground showing no signs of getting back up. He seriously considers leaving him for dead.

The throbbing of his eye compels him to, but- with an irritable sigh- he goes back and picks up his twin brother. His right shoulder throbs painfully as Stanford's weight settles, but he ignores it and starts trekking on toward the city. Maybe there they can get some food and medicine and maybe even an actual bed to sleep on.

It takes until what looks to be high noon for Stan to reach the city and he's surprised to find many different looking creatures- aliens would be the word he'd have for them. Some had scales, some were furry, and others looked like they should be in the ocean somewhere. He sees a few that look relatively human, but they all have something off about them. Whether it be the eyes are too far apart or the skin was the wrong color, there was something distinctly off about them.

He tries to listen out for any language that might be heard on earth, hoping that his luck might hold out, but he hears nothing that will be of help.

Alright, learn the new language it is, he thinks and pays distinct attention to the people buying and selling things in the market place. He needs to find someone that has water for him and his brother and food. Stanford had drunk much less water, his mental strain apparently reached it's maximum, and the heat helped none at all.. Perhaps some new clothes were in order as well.

When he finds a place owned by a tall, bony four armed being with three eyes and a hog's snout that seems to be selling clothes the owner kept making gestures toward his brother. (S)He wanted him to hand over his brother in exchange. While he doesn't particularly like or need his brother, he's not gonna sell him unless they're desperate and they haven't gotten to that point. So- with quick, sticky fingers- he steals blankets and new clothes with the shop owner none the wiser.

He finds an alley that doesn't seem to be occupied and has a bunch of rubbish and he hides his brother there with the clothes and blankets before sneaking out to try and steal something else- preferably something that seems to be worth some value to trade for some food and water. He just hope his luck holds out and no one catches him in the act.

He steals some jewels from a vendor when he wasn't looking and went away towards the part of the bizarre- the most accurate word for this place- that he noticed food being sold. He doesn't know how he's managed to haggle them without using a single word. He didn't shake or nod his head, he just offered jewels and only handed it over when he was satisfied they'd given him as much as they could give for the price. He buys what looks to be containers for water- he's seen people drinking from them the tar looking water and some neon pink liquid. He gets both the black water and pink liquid and only when he's satisfied, he goes back to the alley he left his brother with a bag full of food and drinks.

"Shit," Stan curses when he can't find his brother or their clothes anywhere.


HAT: Uh-oh, looks like Ford's gone missing.

Mabel: At least Grunkle Stan's worried and gonna look for him... right?

HAT: Why do you doubt that I'm gonna have Stan look for Ford?

Mabel: I dunno, him thinking about leaving Grunkle Ford kinda makes me worry.

HAT: He's not gonna abandon Ford... even if he did try to take out his eyes.

Mabel: Okay, good.

HAT: *laughs nervously* Yeah... good...

Mabel: Wha-

HAT: Would you say the thing for me?

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