Stanley had no idea how he had even gotten to this point but here he was sitting across from some man named Fiddleford McGucket. Alright that was a lie, he knew exactly how he ended up in this situation. Ever since Stanford had been sucked through the portal he had gotten little to no sleep. A fucking raccoon pack tried to adopt him the other day! Everything started when he was forced to actually leave the house, of course he should have known Stanford wouldn't have anything in his stupid pantry. When he left the shack he got strange stares from everybody some people whispered lowly wondering who he was but nobody actually approached him until he was checking out. At the time he couldn't even afford a loaf of bread but now oh gosh now he could buy what he needed. Grant you he had to fake his own death and steal his twins name but those are tiny details. If he wanted to save Stanford he had to survive and get money to buy the supplies needed to repair the portal.
Honestly he should have known this gig wouldn't last forever though he didn't expect to be caught so quickly. So here he was now sitting across from an angry looking man with glasses.
"Who the fuck are you?" Stanley finally spoke breaking the silence that had filled the small room.
"I should be the one asking you that. You look like Stanford but those five fingers tell me otherwise so please enlighten me on why you're pretending to be my friend" Fiddleford was filled with rage, he hadn't been able to contact Stanford in weeks and then he heard that the scientist was giving tours of the shack. He knew something was terribly wrong. Stanford would never let random strangers into his sacred home. At least now his suspicions were confirmed but the most important question was, where the heck was Stanford!
"Listen here bud! I have no idea who you are but Stanford gave me permission to be here, I'm his twin."
Fiddleford sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. Stanford had spoke a ton of shit about Stanley but he never expected to actually meet the man, "So where is Stanford?" He wasn't getting a good vibe from all of this. Wow he really wished there was some sort of memory gun he could use to erase the horrible shit he had been put through.
"He's not here. My twin is on a very long vacation and I don't know how to get him back" Stanley gulped looking down at his hands nervously "The portal. There was a fight and he got sucked in but no matter how hard I try the portal won't work anymore. I'm going to rebuild it though, I have to save him!"
"Shit! I should have known he would have continued with that stupid thing" Fiddleford had told Stanford to destroy the portal but the other male was completely obsessed with it. He honestly should have tried harder to stop him and if Stanford had continued to say no, he should have destroyed the damn thing himself! "You won't be able to get him back, it's too dangerous, there are things on the other side of that portal that are horrific. Opening the portal again would mean possibly creating a rift that would allow those creatures to invade Earth. I absolutely cannot condone this"
Stanley stood not even wincing as the chair scrapped across the wood, "You will not tell me what I can and can't do! I will save my twin with or without your help, now if you're done with your interrogation of sorts then get out" he would not sit there and listen to some stupid man tell him that he couldn't save Stanford. The world could fucking burn for all he cared as long as he got his twin back he would be happy.