I finally counted and realized I have about 26 requests, which is definitely not as many as I had thought. So it's okay to keep sending me requests. I guessed since I had 5 pages I forgot people simply review this story too. Oops.

From TiPoLover 22: "I was wondering if you have seen Not What He Seems, could you do a flashback of what happened and a certain someone got sucked into the portal."

Sure! I'll try my best. (Okay, SORRYNOTSORRY for the title but... I had to) This one-shot is set both in the past thirty years ago and Not What He Seems.

This is Gospel

It was time. It was time to fix his mistakes and amend everything that had occurred three decades prior. He sucked in a deep breath and typed in the last bit of code on the machine's screen. A small smile spread over his lips as it hummed happily.

Everything was going so well. Everything was going to be alright.

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Stanford ruffled his brother's hair playfully as the slightly younger one fretted over his notes. "Lee, everything is going to fine. You've planned everything down to the last detail! There is literally nothing that will go wrong."

Stanley rolled his eyes but he relaxed a little. Fiddleford was by the switch, busy tying the rope around the author's waist to a pole. "You two are freaking me out," Fiddleford muttered. It was then that they noted his hands were shaking.

"Maybe it won't be so bad..." Stanley tried with false optimism. He was the pessimistic twin, the one who usually shut down bad ideas and was careful about choosing his battles to fight.

However, this plan... it was a bit extreme.

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He took a small breather after lifting up the huge barrel of nuclear waste and emptying it into the fuel container. Ooh, he was getting old.

Memories rushed through his head as he stood by the desk and punched in a few more numbers. He struggled not to give in to the incoming storm he already knew was coming, wanting to be able to forget for once.

Then again, his brother was the whole reason why he was even doing this...

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The portal started up and he gripped the rope Stanley had around his waist tightly, Fiddleford running away from the switch he'd just pulled to grab the end too. His twin gritted his teeth, adjusting his glasses as the glowing light picked up speed rapidly.

"Don't let go!" Stanley shouted back unnecessarily, moving forward slowly.

The two behind nodded, knowing that if they even let it slip for a moment... it would cause consequences that they'd both regret forever.

Stanley looked back as he drew closer, eyes meeting Stanford's as he began to rise in the air toward the portal. Something sad was reflecting in his eyes and it scared Stanford. Was something wrong? His brother never looked at him like that, almost as if he were... saying...

No. NO!

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Stan took a moment to bury his face in his hands, trying to ignore the overwhelming pounding in his head. No, it was in the past. It was thirty years. He needed to stop regretting and start acting.

No matter how much it hurt. No matter how much he felt like screaming whenever he remembered the goodbye in his twin brother's eyes...

He had to fix this situation, no matter the cost.

That's dangerous thinking, Stan Pines...