Warning: THIS CHAPTER SUCKS
His eyes fluttered open, the vast blue sky stretched out above him, not a cloud in sight. He frowned. Where was he? He looked around for a moment before he remembered. He was stabbed, and shot or something? Ford and the kids were there and... then it was all dark. He tried to sit up, expecting to feel a sharp pain in his stomach, but nothing happened. 'Must of not been that bad.' He looked around, he noticed two figures standing a little ways in front of him. 'The kids' he stood up much easier than he expected. He walked over to the younger Pines twins. They had their heads down and Dipper's arm was wrapped around his sister's shoulders. They looked… Depressed.
"What are you guys so sad about?" Stan asked, "We won, right?" There was no response. "Did something happen to Ford? Is that why you're ignoring me?" Still silence. "I'm sure he's fine! C'mere-" He tried to wrap his arms around the twins but his hands seemed to just phase through them. He pulled his hands away, startled. He examined his hands and saw they looked translucent. "Wha- what?" She looked at the kids once more. "Dipper? Mabel? What's going on?" But no response came. He began to panic. He looked around, trying desperately to think of a good explanation for this. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure approaching. "Ford!" he called to his brother. Ford walked up to the young twins and knelt in front of them.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay." he soothed.
"No it's not!" Dipper's head shot up as he looked Ford in the eyes. "Nothings okay…"
"Shhh." Ford pulled them into a tight embrace.
"I just can't believe..." Mabel choked out. "Why…" the young girl cried, burying her face in her grunkle's shoulder. "Guys? What's going on!? Look at me!" he demanded, but he gained no response, the only noise being the quiet sobs of his niece.
"Great Uncle Ford?" Dipper's voice rang out.
"Yes?"
"You… You can do something, right? You can fix this… Right?" Dipper's voice was shaking.
"I- I don't know." Ford whispered. "I don't know…" Mabel's sobs became louder.
"Shh… Sweetie, don't cry." Stan's voice was low and comforting, but Mabel didn't hear it.
"Come on, kids. Let's go home." Ford stood up, and the twins nodded. They turned to walk away. Stan walked after them, not knowing what else to do. He walked with his head down. Why was everyone ignoring him? Could they even hear him? He trudged after his family, they all walked in silence.
They soon arrived back at the Mystery Shack, Ford, Mabel, and Dipper walked up to the front door and stepped inside. Stan tried to follow but the door was slammed in his face and he was left outside.
"Hey! Guys! I'm still out here!" he tried banging on the door, but like before, his hands phased right through it. He frowned. This was really weird. He tried to rest his hand on the door, but it phased right through. He pushed his arm through deeper, the other one followed, he closed his eyes tight as he fully stepped through the door. He opened his eyes and found himself inside, unharmed. He just caught sight of the twins heading upstairs. "Kids?" he called after them. "What's the use… YOU CAN'T HEAR ME ANYWAYS!" He yelled at nothing. His body began to shake again. "What is going on?" he got no answer. He sighed. "This is so stupid." he complained. He walked into the kitchen, Ford was sitting at the table, his head low. Stan was tempted to call out but knew he would get no response. He was muttering something that Stan couldn't hear. He stepped closer.
"I'm sorry, Stanley. It's all my fault, I'm sorry." Ford's face was buried in his hands, his shoulder were shaking as he spoke quietly. "I'm such a horrible brother. I just got you back… And- and now…" Ford was sobbing quietly. "What am I going to do? I need you, Stanley. You can't just leave me…" Stan frowned. Why was everyone freaking out? He searched through his memories, he was injured… But he was fine now… He was fine. "Ugh! Just tell me what's going on, god damn it!" He sighed and walked back out of the room, he headed upstairs and towards his bedroom. Maybe everything would be better in the morning…
The morning:
Stan opened his eyes. The ceiling was strangely close to his face. "Wha-what?" he looked around and saw he was floating in mid air. "Well… This is new…" he spun around and let out a small giggle as he floated through the air. He swam through the air towards the door. He floated through it and into the hallway, laughing all the way. He 'swam' down the stairs and into the living room. However, his smile faded when he saw two young twins dressed in black, their heads down.
"What is this? Some kind of funeral?" Then it hit him. A funeral… He shook is head. "You're just freaking out over nothing" he scolded himself. "It can't be…" but it makes perfect sense "No…" yes… "It can't be!" oh yes it can. His eyes widened. "Kids…? Dipper? Mabel sweetie? Please look at me! I'm here! I'm not…" he choked out. "I'm not…" dead. He watched as Ford came up stairs, as they exited the shack, as they got in the car, as they arrived at a cemetery, as they buried a coffin. He saw the blank look in Ford's eyes, the angry one in Dippers and look of utter sadness in Mabel's.
He was dead. But no one would know, because Stanley Pines died 30 years ago. But now, it was real.
A/N: *Is disappointed with how this turned out* Anyway... Thanks for reading, it really means a lot :D
