(1982, June 16)
"Hey, Stanford did you go to the store recently?"Asks Stanley, as he closes the refrigerator door, waiting for a response.
"Ford….If your still sleeping I swear. "He calls up the stairs, while he starts to climb up them.
Stan gets to the top and loudly opens Fords door, thinking of seeing him lying down in his bed like he has been since Fiddleford Quit after a work mishap a month before.
'I should be the one in bed being heart broken not him' thought Stanley, but quickly shook it out of his head, realizing that his brother wasn't where he expected him to be, making him confused.
"What?" Bunching his brows together, before hearing a muffled grunt behind him, turning around to see what made the sound was his twin bound and gagged in the corner of his room with a look of horror glazing over his eyes.
"What? Ford!" he shouts, as he runs over and pulls the gag out of this mouth.
"LEE WATCH OUT!" Stanford screams, at his twin before a large pipe strikes Stan's head making him fall over and seeing his brother being dragged from the room before the scene fades and turns pitch black.
"Come on we need to get started McGucket, their going to want answers when they wake up so let's just do it before then." suggests a gruff voice coming from the pitch black.
"No, I need to explain to them why I'm doing this, plus if I can convince them to join us." Replies a familiar voice, but with an unknown assertiveness to it.
'Defiantly the leader' Stanford thinks to himself, before hearing a moan from a person next to him, only to be his brother.
The Pitch black quickly fades as a bag over his head gets ripped off pulling a couple of hairs. While his eyes dilate, he sees a dim light behind a clump of shadowy figures backing away, as the smaller one walks up closer.
"Welcome Stanford, to my society of the blind eye." Fiddleford greeted, looking at Ford with dark drooping bags under his eyes. And hair that looked like it was owned by a crazy scientist…..which was pretty accurate.
"Ph-hids?" Stanley muffles, as he winces from the pain coming from the back of his head.
"FIDDS WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" Shouts Stanford, as Fidds takes out the gags from their mouths.
"If you keep yelling I will just put these back in….Do-you-understand!" shouts Fiddleford, loudly in his face while grabbing him by the shirt. Stanford silently nods to calm down Fidds, while he pushes back Ford and combs his hair with a shaky hand.
"What happened to you Fidds?" Asked Stanley, in a gentle but stern voice, as he struggles in his bonds
"HA, WHAT DO YOU THINK?" scoffed Fiddleford sarcastically, as he glares at Stan.
"I started over that's what happened, I build a gun that erased my memories that h-hurt me and h-haunted me, and I-I thought that others would have the same p-problems and I wanted to h-help t-them. A-and you two are causing p-problems for m-my plans for the future s-so I need to fix it….unless you want to j-join us." Fiddleford stutters, while he chews on his nails.
"We never will!" Hisses Stanley.
"Fidds I'm so sorry." Sigh's Stanford, looking up at Fiddleford.
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" yells Fiddleford, while a hooded figure comes up and punches Ford in the stomach, making Stanford topple over and fall on his knees coughing.
"Fiddleford come on, let us go!" pleaded Stanley, feeling his brother's pain, and slightly betrayed by Fiddleford's actions.
"Ivan, get the g-gun they gave u-us there answer s-so let's get this over with." Bosses Fiddleford, to another hooded figure lurking in the shadows, Stanford looks up at Stanley while he still is trying to recover from that gut punch. While Fiddleford gets the gun from 'Ivan' and slowly lowers it down to Stanford's head.
"F-Fiddleford were friends, YOU CANT TO THIS!" Begged Stanley, as Fiddleford's finger slowly puts pressure on the trigger, as Ford scrunches up his face as his eyes start to sting with tears.
"It has to be done. Fiddleford says, in a low sadist tone, before putting a little more pressure on the trigger as chanting from the others starts in the back.
"NO!"