A/N: Sorry for the delay again, guys. It's exam time at my school so I've been crazy busy with studying and stuff. Anyhoo, here's the next chapter! Also, please please please review cuz I need to know if people actually like this. Plus it encourages me to write more when I get a good review. :)

Chapter 4:

Team Up

A/N: Fiddleford's POV

The possessed man who used to be Stanley Pines snarled and launched himself at Fiddleford, who raised the branch and hurled it at Stanley's head. He then ducked down, knowing that the branch wouldn't- thunk! The sound of what seemed like wood hitting wood filled Fiddleford's ears. A second later another sound drifted over to him, a very human groan. Looking up, Fiddleford saw Stanley lying in the grass, unconscious. There was a large red welt on his forehead from where the branch must have struck him.

"I did that?", Fiddleford wondered aloud. Deciding that he could celebrate his victory later, Fiddleford hurried over to the unconscious, yet possibly still possessed Stanley and checked his vitals. Everything was normal, but when Fiddleford had checked his eyes, which were still solid white, he knew that the poor man was still possessed.

"How do you unpossess someone? Is there some kind of medicine for it? No, that's foolish.", Fiddleford murmered as he stood up and began to pace. He tried wracking his memory for answer, and eventually remembered the book Stanley had read from to banish the previous spirit. Wait a second... That spirit... It's what's possessing Mr. Pines! If I can find that book, maybe I can banish it permanently!, Fiddleford thought excitedly as he ran towards the shack. He searched throughout the areas Stanford had lead him through, checking under, over, beside, and on all of the furniture. After about 10 minutes of searching, Fiddleford heard someone walking on the porch outside. Fearful that it was the spirit-possessed Stanley, Fiddleford grabbed a vase to defend himself.

"Hey Nerd, you in here?", the intruder said as he stepped into the doorway. Fiddleford let out a breath that he hadn't known he was holding. It was just Stanford.

"What happened our there? One minute I'm fighting my bro and the next thing I know I'm out there and he's out cold on the grass.", Stanford said.

"Stanley threw you out of a window, which knocked you out. He then tried to attack me, but I managed to stop him by knocking him out with a branch.", Fiddleford explained.

"You knocked him out? Talk about a freak accident.", Stanford said and snickered. Fiddleford decided to ignore him and continued to look for the book.

"Where's that book your brother used earlier today?", Fiddleford asked.

"I don't know, I set it on the table over there when we came in.", Stanford said as he pointed to an overturned table in the middle of the room. Fiddleford frowned and stepped back, examining the room mentally. There was a large couch pushed against the wall, a radio in the corner, a pinball machine by the window, and an overturned coffee table in the center of the room. A ladder stood in another corner, most likely leading up to the roof. Across from Fiddleford was a door that probably was an entrance to the basement.

A/N: In case anyone's wondering, this is the gift shop, pre-Mystery Shack style. :)

After a moment, an idea struck Fiddleford, who got down on his hands and knees and started to look under the couch.

"Aha! Just as I thought. The book must have slid under the couch when the table was knocked over.", he said as he stood up with the old book in his hands.

"Really? I wouldn't have ever thought of checking under the couch, nerd.", Stanford said sarcastically.

"I'm surprised you even have thoughts, moron.", Fiddleford snapped, then added before Stanford could reply, "Now do you want to keep bickering or do you want to help your brother?"

Stanford looked as if he wanted to argue at first, then said, "Fine. But only because I want my brother back."

"Thank you. Now, go get your brother and tie him up so he won't hurt anyone else when he wakes up.", Fiddleford said as he began to flip through the book.

A/N: Timeskip. Stanley's POV.

Stanley didn't know what exactly was going on, but he was sure it wasn't good. After all, a blinding headache hit him as soon as he woke up.

"...Lee...?", a far off voice called out as Stanley fought the pain of the headache, trying to wake up.

"Lee... Lee...Lee!", the voice continued until Stanley managed to open his eyes. The voice belonged to his brother, who was shaking him roughly.

"Stanford, he's awake! Stop shaking him!", exclaimed another voice as Stanley saw a smaller man pull Stanford away. Fiddleford... Yeah, that's his name..., Stanley thought hazily.

"Mr. Pines, are you alright?", Fiddleford asked.

"... I... I think so...", Stanley mumbled after a few seconds. He tried to move his arms only to discover that they were tied to the arms of the chair he was sitting in.

"Why... Why am I tied down?", he asked, then listened attentively as Stanford and Fiddleford told him what had happened. Once they untied him, Stanley stood up and stretched, rubbing his sore wrists.

"I see. And your sure you banished the spirit properly?", Stanley asked.

"Definitely... Probably...", Stanford said, mumbling the last part under his breath.

"It won't be coming back here at least.", Fiddleford chimed in. Stanley nodded his approval/thanks and said, "Good, good... So, Mr. McGucket-"

"Just Fiddleford is fine.", Fiddleford interrupted.

"Right. Well, Fiddleford, thank you for all your help. I can drive you back to the museum if you want."

"Actually... I was wondering if I could stay a bit longer. Your work is dangerous, sure, but it's also amazing. Documenting the mysteries of this town could be the biggest scientific discovery since... Since the beginning of time!"

"Wait, so you want to join our little project?", Stanford asked.

"Of course. I can help conduct experiments and research. Plus I can help you blend in with the rest of town."

"Nope. No way am I having some puny little-"

"Deal.", Stanley said, interrupting Stanford's rude response.

"What?! Lee, you can't be serious!", Stanford exclaimed.

"I am. You heard the man, he can help."

"Fine...", Stanford grumbled.

"Welcome on board, Fiddleford.", Stanley said as he held out his hand for Fiddleford to shake.

"Thank you, Mr- I mean, Stanley. I won't let you two down.", Fiddleford said as he shook Stanley's hand.

"Welp, I guess were not really the Mystery Twins anymore. More like... The Mystery Trio.", Stanford said as he clapped a hand on Fiddleford's back roughly, "Welcome to the team, Nerd!"

"Moron.", Fiddleford muttered under his breath. Stanley rolled his eyes and thought, Here we go again...

A/N: And Fidds is official a part of the Mystery Trio! If you guys are wondering where I get my inspiration, just check out these songs:

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WARNING: I showed this next video to my bff and screamed at me in anger because apparently it "overloaded her feels".

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That's all for now, bye! ;)