(Authors notes: I call the memory erasing gun; 'gun' just to make it easier to write.)
The trip back to the shack wasn't exactly a normal one for them, the twins sat in the back of a car arms tied behind their backs and bags over their heads, and oddly enough Fiddleford was driving but he was just alone, no other member just him.
'Maybe we can jump him or maybe them?' Stanley asks himself. 'Or maybe we can change Fidds mind or help him in some way, he was more then just a friend to him.' Just as he mentally snaps out of his thoughts the car stops.
Fiddleford gets out of the car, slamming the door closed making the both of them flinch. "Stan, what do we do?" Stanford asks, trying to move his hands.
"Well I only hear one door close and I think that was Fiddleford, we could jump him?" Stanley suggests, but before Ford could reply his door was yanked open making him fall out on his back in the dust.
"Ford you alright?" Stan Questions, as Ford moans from the pain.
"Y-ya I'm okay, I think." Groaned Ford as the bag over his head gets taken off. While still on his back and his eyes adjusting to the new light, he sees his brother being pulled from the car by Fiddleford.
"Fiddleford, why did you bring us with you?" Stanley hissed, as his eyes also adjust to the light, as he sees Ford on the ground wincing every time he tries to get up.
"Help him why don't ya!" bursts out Stan, kneeling down to his brother as they both look up at him.
"YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO STANLEY PINES!" Fiddleford exploded, startling Stan which makes him fall hard onto his ass. And instead of yelling back he just started to laugh.
"What? Why are you laughing?" Fiddleford asks, getting agitated by his useless chuckling. "Cos if you ever did that earlier we wouldn't be in this situation right now." Replies Stanley, starting to stop laughing and turning serious again, "What do you mean earlier?" Fiddleford hissed, getting more and more agitated by his nonsense.
"Fidds you don't remember do you?" Stanford gasped, finally sitting up. Fiddleford started hearing faded voices in his head.
"Fidds, Come on we need to test the portal it's almost complete." Ford sighs.
"I j-just think we need to wait until it's done." Fiddleford suggests. "Eh, come on nerd I think pointdexter is right this time." Stanley declared.
"Okay…Fine w-we should do it." Fiddleford said shyly.
"Great? Alright Fidds, you get the dummy Stan yo-"
The Flashback ended and anger had risen higher and higher until….. "IT WAS YOU TWO'S FAULT THAT IM LIKE THIS, YOU SHOULD OF LISTENED TO ME I WAS RIGHT!" Fiddleford had exploded again having a full blown southern accent, making both of the twins flinch, leaning back against the side of the car, both feeling incredible guilty and scared.
"Fidds we know you w-were right, I'm so sorry." Stanford sighed, looking up at Fiddleford with genuine sadness and guilt, Fiddleford was about to exploded again he snatched and raised the gun pointing it at him but stopped because of the scared, sad and confusion in his face.
"I-I'm s-sorry." Fiddleford sobbed, dropping the gun and collapsing to the ground grabbing his knees and crying into them. Stanford breaths out slowly, waiting for the impact, but instead he hears muffled sobbing and opens his eyes to see Fiddleford curled up in a small fetal position.
"F-Fidds….." Stanford sighs, as his whole body relaxes. "I-I shouldn't h-have d-done t-this." Confesses Fiddleford, continuing to blame himself under his breath until he realizes that this does need to happen, so it won't hurt anyone else. Stanley and Stanford share a look and then look back at Fiddleford.
"Fiddleford c-come on we can work this out, just let-" Fiddleford cuts off Stanford as he grabs the gun and points it at the twins again. "S-stand up." Fiddleford ordered. "Fiddleford just let us talk to you!" Stanley grunted, making Fiddleford gain a tighter grip on the gun. "Get up…..NOW!" Fiddleford demands being more aggressive, the twins slowly get up using the car as a balance.
"Walk in front of me, and show me where the Journal is." Hisses Fiddleford. "And I-If you t-think you can t-trick me, I will n-not hesitate to u-use this on him, same for you Stan." Fiddleford added, pointing at Stanley with the gun. "O-Okay." Ford gulped, as Stanley replied with a mellow growl and both started to walk with Fiddleford trailing behind them.
"How much f-further?" Fiddleford asks, not letting a grip off the gun. "About a half a mile, we already passed a marker meaning one mile." Stanford replies, becoming tenser as Fiddleford grip on the gun increases.
"Fiddleford, do you think we could take a break?" Stanley suggests, while Fidds looks down at his much shaken, clammy hands and looks up back at Stan.
"Y-Ya, l-let's get up to t-that clearing." Fiddleford hesitates, realizing this is the much he's walked in a while; he points the gun up at a pathway between two trees showing where they should stop. Stanley makes it up to the trees and leans up against one of them, Stanford tries sitting down but his hand behind his back makes it incredibly difficult, until Fiddleford caught up and pushed him down rough on the shoulder making him fall hard on his ass.
"Ow." Stanford moaned, trying to adjust himself.
Fiddleford sat across from them on a tree, burying his head in his knees with his hand still on memory erasing gun. "We can o-only stay h-here for an s-second." Fidds grunted, flinching and gripping harder on the gun, when he hears Stanley struggling to sit down.
Stan sighs, and looks up at Fiddleford who breathing in and out shakily. "Fiddleford…w-why are you doing this." Stanley calmly asks, Fiddleford slowly looks up and was about to threaten him again, but the look in his eyes weren't hatred or anger just looked hopeless and curious.
"W-Well the Blind Eye and I h-have plans t-to help peo-."
Stan interrupts Fiddleford. "No I mean you Fidds, why are you doing this…..We were happy before." Stanford looked at Fiddleford hoping he doesn't lash out at Stan and him, but instead he just looks down and buries his head in his arms dropping the gun on the ground.
"T-This is not what I-I wanted." Fiddleford's words crack, and his eyes start to sting with unshed tears, but he tries to suck it up and looks back up at Stanford and Stanley, both looking nervous about what he will say next.
"Fiddleford…" Ford says, as Fiddleford grabs up the gun and stands up. "C-Come on we need to g-go." Fiddleford enforced, still shaken up by guilt. "Fiddleford, come on its almost dark…..it's not safe at this time, we need to go back." Stanford suggests, leaning against Stan to get up.
"N-Not until I have t-those journals." Fiddleford insists. "Fidds, come he's right we-."
Stan gets abruptly cut off by Fiddleford as he exploded. "NOT UNTIL I HAVE THE JOURNALS!" Stanford falls back down, having his back facing the forest.
"WHY DO YOU EVEN NEED THEM?" Stan Shouts back, leaning forward into his face.
"Guys please don't yell you'll attract something!" Ford pleads, but it's too late, a monster a size of a large truck lets out a deep growl behind Stanford, making Fidds and Stan stop bickering and look in pure horror at the ferocious beast, as it slowly makes its way to Stanford.