Intermission
in a purple place, two old men sat in their cell. One threw his fist at the sealed door while the other sat, tired from all the banging sounds.
"let me out! You hear!" Stanley shouted, "Don't know how you got us in here, but I demand my rights."
"Stanley."
"Let us out!"
"Stanley," the other man began to be annoyed.
"You can't lock us here!"
"Stanley!"
"What!?" Stanley turns to his twin brother, "these little freaks caught us and put us here, while the kids are in grave danger!"
"I know," Ford told Stan, "I know, but shouting won't do anything."
"Fine! But I don't see you do anything about it!"
"I am," Ford admitted, taking a seat in the middle of the room, closing his eyes, as though he was… meditating.
Stan moans after seeing this, "great another of your pointless meditations," the man in the suit sighs, calming down from the anger after seeing his brother in a deep-minded state.
"Okay," Stan joins in with Ford, sitting down not to meditate but to see his brother wasting his time.
He was always like this, even back when they were kids.
Back then, they thought they could conquer the world and have many adventures. Many times he recalls playing by the sand, pretending to be pirates or treasure hunters, as though their little part of their world was one big universe.
It was until Ford saw a movie that had karate. Seeing a scene where someone was in deep meditation.
For Stanley, he was more focused on the action.
But Ford saw something else.
It was when he replicates the meditation that changed him.
Ever since he has been doing it, in their high school years, even when he came back for him when he ruined his chance to gain a higher education.
And for what? To keep him having the adventure to stay how things are?
Change is what he struggles with, even here when they find themselves in a strange place in a strange world, he has no idea how he's going to through with this.
All he can do is wait and see if his bother has a solution.
He is the brains after all.
The one who is smarter than anyone he knows.
He has a powerful mind.
Ford open his eyes, an indication that he figured something out.
"So, what's the plan."
Ford gave a serious look, filled with utter determination, encouraged to execute a great plan that he figured to escape.
"We wait."
That's it?
"Oh come on!" Stanley threw his hands up, giving up at this point.
"Seriously? Now you decided to do nothing?"
"It's the best we can do," Ford answered, "the kids are fine, if anything, they're going through their path."
"Still, they are kids, and I wouldn't want them to get hurt," Stan said, "if anything happens to them, I won't forgive myself."
Ford smile, happy to see that his brother cares about his family.
"Remember the call?"
Stan perked up, "what call?"
"The call, thirty years ago,"
"How wouldn't I remember," Stan said, his mind recalling events that took place a long time ago, "it was a call that saved my life you know,"
Ford chuckled at the thought, "yeah, but I wasn't the one who put myself in debt."
"I was in a terrible state back then," Stan sighs, "then you called me, after thirty years, asking me to meet you in your shack at a little cliffside town in Oregon."
"Did you have any suspensions?" Ford asked.
"What?"
"Did you think there was a problem with the call, I was afraid that you would hang up on me when you hear my voice."
"Why? Because of what happened?" Stan counters, "you're my brother, no matter what happens, we'll be together."
Ford smiles, happy to hear this.
"Plus, you were the one who gave me a better life."
"I did," Ford said.
Recall when he met his brother, the last he met they were young adults, at the time, they were in their thirties, how much they changed.
After the long-awaited reunion, they sat down and had a full day's conversation about what they've been up to, from Stanford making research while Stanley was trying to make his big break.
It was at that point when he gave him what he didn't give years ago.
A chance.
He offered him to stay in his shack and become adventurers again, as they venture through the mysteries of Gravity Falls, exploring the supernatural.
As time passed, Stanley shifted their house into a tourist trap, using his creative mind and inspiration to use made-up attractions to gain money, it was a way to pay off his debt.
Everything was great and fine as the years go by.
Until one faithful day.
When Ford meditated at a certain spot.
It took a while for his brother to find him, when he did, he found his brother sitting in an open field, sitting down at peace.
Before he could say anything to his brother, a sudden shake and a sudden knockback from both brothers.
When they recovered, what they found was something they didn't expect.
"I have never regretted it," Ford said, "although, it was something I was told to do."
"Excuse me," Stan said, expecting his brother to be joking. "who would tell you that?"
"A friend," Ford simply said, "his name was Marcus."
"Never heard of him." Stan thinks hard of someone who knows by that name, from his childhood to what he knows about his brother, even his own. But not once a mention of that name.
"What did he tell you?"
"What I needed to know,"
Stan and Ford approach the unexpected crater that was once a soft hill, climbing over the rocks.
"That everything happens, happens for a reason."
What they find in the crater shocked them to their core.
"I followed everything he told me, if I got it right, then we will finish what they started."
What they find in the crater was two small babies in diapers, both with brown hair, a boy and a girl.
"Or rather, they will finish what we started."
END OF INTERMISSION.
