I probably should start writing the second chapter of WitD before I forget... *glances at pages of requests on Introverted* Dammit, I'll get back to you on that.

From Turquisea: "Can you write a one shot based of off the latest episode? As in, Stanley being cannon and the author? LOVE the story btw"

Another Not What He Seems request, I see... How about something from Stanley's point of view? And thank you, by the way!

Just a Little Late

The makeshift bunker was starting to annoy him. It wasn't like he had much materials to make it out of, but the fact that it continued to fall apart was beginning to make Stanley wish he could just tear it all down. Plus, the rain in this part was made of acid, which didn't help his case in the slightest.

He groaned as a part of the wood on the ceiling by him collapsed, creating a fizzling hole there. He had the worst luck of anyone in the universe, he decided.

Not for the first time, he wondered what his brother would do in this situation. Knowing him, Stanford would have shaken his fist at the acid rain and braved the storm with thick layers of clothing to try and repair the hole. Stanley snorted loudly at the image of the man in all of those layers. A small smile tugged at his lips.

It hurt a little to think about his old life still. He and his twin hadn't gotten along as well as some siblings, but he had to admit... he kind of missed Stanford and his terrible jokes and lovestruck smile (which he used on every and any girl he spied). Even having his twin here would be better than being alone in another dimension. He wondered how old his brother was. By his guess, at least two or three decades had passed, but who knew if that was the same as the dimension he was from?

He also sort of missed Fiddleford and his incessant worrying and rambling about how the twins were so much trouble, how they seemed to just breed trouble, and why couldn't he just catch a dang break from all of this supernatural craziness?! Stanley smiled wider at the memory of his friend fussing over the two of them and breaking up fights whenever they arose. The man may have been shorter than them, but he was quite terrifying when he got mad. Heck, that one time the shapeshifter had gotten loose, Fiddleford had simply grabbed a bat and started swearing before he charged the monster. The twins had laughed so hard later on that they had to be told to shut up at least twenty times.

Stanley sighed as his smile faded. Maybe he shouldn't have dragged the two into this crazy exploration craze so eagerly. Sure, he was a careful guy, but he had taken caution to the wind when the idea of writing these journals about the supernatural came to him.

He never got to know his own son, say goodbye to his wife, or even see if he had grandchildren. He barely even aged here (He had checked one day and was shocked to see that he had a little bit of grey in his hair. Wow, he felt old). So many things he could have done or said, but didn't. So many things he would now miss thanks to everything that had happened.

Oh, well. He struggled to push these regrets from his head. He knew he couldn't go back. The portal had nearly caused the lab to collapse the last time they'd used it. If they tried to save him, there was no way it wouldn't destroy everything first. Hopefully Fiddleford would talk Stanford out of trying to do so, be the voice of reason like he usually was.

But that made his heart ache because he remembered Fiddleford had been mentioning leaving the project. There was no doubt that the man would. And after what had happened...

Stanley turned over in his bed, trying to ignore the sizzling of the acid rain. This was fine. He could live like this. He could survive. All he had to do was think of it as an adventure. A solo adventure.

Right as he did so, there was a sharp popping noise and he sat upright with wide eyes at the sight of a glowing blue light swirling on his wall. No. It couldn't be. Stanford wouldn't dare...

But apparently he had.

A mixture of vague relief and annoyance filled him as he scrambled to put on his shoes and grab anything he needed. He already slept in his clothes due to possible monster attacks in this dimension, so there was no need to worry about that. He was more concerned about the very blatant fact that his twin brother hadn't listened to him again.

What part about "the apocalypse is coming" don't you comprehend, you moron? Stanley growled internally as he put on his goggles and made his way into the blue portal.