(AN: Sorry about the wait…I think this will be the second to last chapter, please review.)

'I trust you!' Stan was confused, how Fiddleford a psychotic, anxious, a used to be lover, became the man who he had fallen in love with, who went on adventures with him and Ford, laughing at jokes and drinking beers together, was suddenly back….to being his Fidds.

"What Fidds, why are you doing this!?" Shouts Stanley, as Fiddleford unties him, releasing his rope burnt wrists.

"Don't ask why and go help Stanford!" Shouts Fiddleford, tears streaming down his cheeks. It doesn't take Stan to be asked again, he runs strait to his brother, and the Gremloblin tormenting him with his own worst nightmares.

"Left Hook!" Yells Stanley, punching the monster in the face, making it drop Stanford with an oomph, as it backs away but not fully running away, Stanley punches the monster again making it stumble backwards and tripping over a fallen tree, falling unconscious.

"Ford!" Shouts Stan, running over to his Brother, coughing from the lack of air in his lungs.

"St-Stan? Stan! You're okay!" Burst out Stanford, trying to hug his twin but, the ropes still around his wrists making it impossible. "H-Here let me help." Offers Stan, untying his brother, and helping him up off the ground, shooting a glare back at Fidds, as he is cowers in front of a tree wrapping himself In a tight ball, stuttering off apologies at the twins.

"I-I'm s-s-so so-sorry Fo-Ford, I-I d-didn't mean f-for th-this to h-happen…I-I'm s-sorry…" Fiddleford breaks down, his sobs making his sleeves become soaked in tears and snot.

"Fidds, come on we need to get out of here, before that thing wakes up!" Stan orders, pointing back at the monster laying down, behind a tree fast asleep.

"No! I-I'm not going I don't deserve to be rescued…..I never needed to be rescued…I don't need to even be alive….."Fiddleford shouts, aggressively shaking his head in his arms. "Just leave me here to die, like you always should have done." Adds Fiddleford, mumbling under his breath hopefully so that they can't hear him, but Stan does.

"DAMMIT FIDDS, YOU THINK THAT WE NEVER CARED ABOUT YOU!?" Stan explodes, shaking with anger and still trying to hold up his brother, Fiddleford looks up, out from his arms.

"Yes." Fiddleford chimed in, only barely loud enough for them to hear, but even though how quite he said it, it still felt like a punch in the gut to Stan.

"Fi-Fidds h-how can you say t-that?" Asks Stan, lowering his voice and propping his brother up against a tree, slowly walking towards the distraught Fiddleford.

"HOW CAN YOU NOT! I MEAN LOOK…..WHAT I HAVE DONE!" Shouts Fiddleford, pointing over to Stanford, and grabbing Stan's burnt wrist, making him wince at the sting of another piece of flesh touching it.

"How can you not be mad at me?" Questions Fiddleford, sighing and gingerly letting go of Stan's wrist, trying not to hurt him again, curling up in a fetal position. Until he feels a light touch on his shoulder flinching, thinking that Stan is going to hurt him….but instead Stan wraps his arms around Fiddleford, Fiddleford was about to push him away but instead he breaks down and starts to bawl into Stanley's shoulder making it as wet as his sleeves.

Fiddleford was trying to talk but all that came out was, "I-I'm so s-sorry S-Stan t-thi-"

"Fidds...Please don't, I know what you're trying to say…..I forgive you." Stan sighs, gripping the stuttering mess of Fiddleford, tighter into him.

"G-Guy's sorry to ruin the m-moment but I think we need to leave…like probably soon." Stanford insists, limping to his brother and Fiddleford, as the beast starts to shuffle and grunt in his sleep.

Stan helps up Fiddleford, and supports him, walking back towards the path they were on before, Fiddleford starts to trail behind them but a shiny gold reflects in his cracked glasses, making him look down at his Memory erasing gun laying there on the ground.

'Maybe I should just leave it…..it caused a lot of pain.' A part of him think while his other part of him disagrees, 'No, you have to take it, we need it for our plan….don't be weak now.' Fiddleford, cringes as his own thoughts calling him weak, Fiddleford looks back at Stan helping Ford walk, and back at the gun taking a step forward before stopping in place by his thoughts yelling at him loudly, 'No! No! No! YOU MUST TAKE IT YOU LITTLE FAGGOT!' Fiddleford thoughts yell at him all at once, wanting to make him just crumple on the ground and die….but instead he falls into the trap and picks up the gun and hiding it under his cloak.

"Fiddleford, come on!" Urges Stan, looking back at Fiddleford being as pale as a ghost.

"I-I'm c-coming." Shouts back Fiddleford, starting to follow the twins, trembling at his own thoughts repeating them self over and over, making him wanting you yell out and scream in pain, but instead he just deals with it, while trailing behind the brothers.

(AN: Sorry if this chapter is a bit small, the next chapter will be longer and will be the second to last chapter.)