ever since i read about house stan i think about him....... rather than him being a werehouse him just. getting cursed into a house. or dying badly in a house and his miserable spirit manifests the house as his new body. he's been so hungry for belonging, for family, and what hosts those better than a house? what's more HUNGRY for those than a house? and then ford makes his way to oregon to investigate anomalies and he doesnt even need to build a house bc theres a creepy cabin in the woods nobody goes near! the house is his first anomaly to study!! very exciting!! except the house, which has been eating whatever/whoever wanders into it and losing any sense of self finds something familiar wandering inside it. meanwhile ford is finding organs and meat and blood behind the boards of the house and sometimes it settles like it's breathing and the maps he makes of it don't make sense and keep changing. ford nicks himself on an old nail and stan tastes his blood and Remembers and realizes he doesnt want to eat his brother, actually. and how do you communicate to your estranged brother that you're not just the spirit haunting his house, You Are His House and you can feel him skittering around inside you at all hours and poking at your house guts
Hey so this is great. I love the idea of Stan The House just. Hanging out. Forgot he used to be a guy because of the whole House Fuckery happening, and now his brother lives in there. How do you tell your brother that he doesn't actually have a house, it's just you.
I loved it so much I showed it to @dark-lord-of-awesomeness. They wrote their own little something, which set a fire under my heels, and now we have. This :)
You are a house. You can feel every brush of wind against your walls, every raindrop that hits your roof. You feel every termite that burrows into your wood, and every step that enters your clearing.
You are waiting.
Waiting for a visitor, for someone/something curious enough to enter your clearing, to walk through your door. You will have many wonderous things to show them, if they can only brave your front door.
You have had many visitors. Every time they wander into your halls, you show them anything they could ever want. Gorgeous chandeliers that cast the room in warm orange light. Bountiful feasts and towering fountains filled with clean fresh water. Halls that twist and turn and lead to the attic without a single staircase along the way. You would make any number of tantalizing things to see, any varied rooms they could need, if only they would stay.
Every time, without fail, they want to leave. You have given them everything, folded them so carefully into the safety of your walls, and they want to leave.
Everyone leaves you. You're always alone.
You won't let them.
They retrace their steps, only to find a dead end where a hallway used to be. They search for windows, only to find the walls bare. You pull the walls in closer and closer, until your press in on them at every side. You swallow them whole, pull them tight and safe and secure between your boards. For a time, this semblance of company soothes the hunger burning within you.
But they find another way to leave. They fade. They go limp. They rot and crumble and turn to nothing.
It always goes this way. A visitor arrives, you let them into your walls, they try to leave, you devour them. You are alone.
Over time, your visitors slow to a trickle, then to none at all. You can't be sure, but you think that someone noticed the numbers. The fact that none who step over your threshold have ever left. The only ones who ever come through your door anymore are the creatures. The raccoons, mice, gnomes, and bugs do not care how many of their kind you have held within your walls.
For the first time in a long time, you get a visitor. A proper one, tall and loud, with eyes wide and curious.
You are so hungry. There is a yawning emptiness within you, waiting to be filled with love and care. You yearn to feel someone warm living in your cold, empty walls.
Your door sits open, as it always does. They climb your stairs, and step inside. They shut the door behind them. They walk your halls, speaking words that fill an empty space in your core. They partake of your food, declaring it fit for a king.
You wait. You know this song and dance. Although they speak kindly now, you know the wind will change. They will turn, and they will leave, just like everyone else. You can feel the warm light against your roof waning as the sun sets.
They, too, will try to leave.
They look up from their journal and spot the sunset out one of your windows. They smile, but do not move. Time passes, and they continue to wander from room to room. As the sky outside darkens, they yawn more and more. At one point, their head dips, then jerks back up. They yawn again, then they turn back the way they came.
You stiffen. You knew it was coming, but still you hope. You always hope.
They open another door. Beyond it is the same lavish bedroom as before, with the wide bed covered in heavy blankets. The visitor crosses the room, sets their book, pen, and glasses on the table beside the bed, and goes to sleep.
You are confused. No one has ever chosen to sleep in your beds before. You watch all night, tensed for them to leapt up and bolt. But they don't.
In the morning, they rise from a restful sleep, and you ensure the door leads to a bountiful feast of fresh breakfast. They eat quickly, and scoop up the steaming mug of coffee you readied for them. They take a sip, then draw back in surprise.
"It's just the way I like it." They murmur. "How did you know?"
You shift on your foundations, letting a low, rumbling groan echo down your hall. You cannot answer in any other way. You are a house.
They stay for longer than you could ever have expected. They keep wandering and wandering, excited at every room they see anew. They are overjoyed at your spiraling hallways, at the fact your every turn defies the maps they try to craft. When their stomach growls you provide food, and when they waver on their feet you provide a bed.
They don't leave.
It is almost too much. No one has ever so truly and deeply been invested in you, has ever wanted you around as much as they do. No one has ever found spending time with you as thrilling as they do.
You realize, one day, you aren't hungry anymore. You no longer expect them to turn their back and leave you behind. On a whim, you even let them find an exit. They stand on your porch, enjoying the warm summer's breeze. Then they turn and come back inside.
You allow them to leave whenever they please, now.
Even when he stumbles into a room before you are ready, when he catches a glimpse of the meat and blood you hide away, your resident does not flee in terror. He only grows more excited, prying into your walls to examine the flesh within. It hurts, makes your heart stutter and your muscles twitch, but you allow it. You know he does not mean to hurt you, and you would do anything to make him stay.
One day your resident makes a mistake. He lifts a frame from your wall, but his hands fumble, and it falls. The glass shatters, spreading pieces along the floor. Before you can absorb the shards back into you, he crouches down and starts picking them up.
He yelps as he touches one, something long and thin and sharper than he expected. Blood drips down the side of his hand.
It is hot and fresh and you can almost taste it.
You haven't been hungry in a long time. You can feel it prowl at the edge of your mind, feel the tension in your muscles as you prepare to pounce.
A single drop falls from his hand onto your planks.
And all at once something else breaks. You remember things you pushed aside in your desperation to survive. Memories that became muddled with time and hunger. Things like your family, your history, your name.
You are Stanley Pines. The resident is your brother.
If he had done something differently, you would have eaten him alive. You can still feel that same hunger prowling in the back of your mind.
But thats not the worst part.
The worst part is you still have no way to tell him. You are a house.
Also, here's what Darklord wrote, for those who are curious like I am :)
Hey. House Stan au where Stan gets borned and then kidnapped by a wizard so they can raise him to turn him into a house
Gets turned into a house as a preteen and still ends up eating his wizard/dad. Monster house on the edge of town who always knew he was gonna be a house, and was raised believing it was all he was good for, and Ford who grows up lonely and with no friends. They meet in Gravity Falls and then. Idk. Acquantances to friends to long lost twin pipeline
ouuuuugh. So sad :((( So sad this thing you've sent to me :((
Consider we make it sadder. Stan wasn't kidnapped, he got sold/given away since he was extra. Stan grows up learning all kinds of House Etiquette in one of the worlds most fucked up childhoods. Never even considers himself a person, he's just an object that's gonna be a place when he gets bigger. Don't need friends don't need schooling just needs to read about how to best serve his wizard dad that only calls him Stanley when he's doing something wrong.
Flip side Ford grows up this lonely, lonely kid, with no one and nothing to ease the sting of his childhood.
Oooh, consider Ford goes to Gravity Falls, not because he's trying to solve the secrets of the universe, but because he learned he had a long lost twin brother his dad gave away at birth because he didn't want two mouths to feed. Doesn't even regret it, since obviously he 'choose the right twin to keep' after Ford showed off how smart he was.
Is already grown, already finished college, and now he's on a personal quest to find his long lost brother (to find someone who will finally, finally, get him). Moves to Gravity Falls, the place he tracked Stan down to, finds a monster house in the woods, moves in, and then makes friends with the monster through not freaking out about it being a monster house.
Stan knows Fords looking for someone, but is so detached from who he was as a human it never occurs to him that he's who Ford is looking for. Doesn't really remember what he looked like as a human, was rarely called his name, never his last, and there has to be more Stanley's out there right? Its not an uncommon name.
Then its Ford uncovering a string of mysteries left around town and slowly piecing together that the wizard who took his bro did so to make a loyal house servant, and that the house he's been living in is his missing brother. Gets a sudden realization through how his house has been acting, to at first being subservant and docile and eager to please and how he's slowly been coaxing a personality out of it by being friendly and it paints such a horrible picture of how Stan was treated.
Then idk, bro reveal, tears, Ford figures out how to turn his house back into his missing brother he never met and them teaching each other how to act like normal people. They are both terrible at this.
Hey had an idea for you. You know how like. House Stan exists.
Consider the possibility of a house Stan. Who is filled with bees. Normal house but hes got a bee infestation
Red you are killing me with all these bee Stans. I'm dying. I'm dead. I'm becoming full of bees.
Ford moves into his monster house and there's just. Bee's everywhere. They're on the walls and the ceiling and the furniture and him also. There's also just. SO much honey with every single meal, even things that do not need honey. Pancakes? Honey on top. French fries? With a side of honey. Burgers? Who needs ketchup when you can have honey.
Ford has to have an intervention with his new house about the overuse of honey in his meals. Yes he knows the house likes the bees, that's not the problem. The problem is if he has to eat spaghetti with honey sauce he's going to start buying his own groceries.
Hey guess what.. house Stan in the au where theyre born as cats
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Red. Red you keep one shotting me. My lives Red. They're dwindling. I'm losing my lives here.
My mind auto jumped to anthro 'seperated-at-birth' cat Stans, in which case Ford builds his house around this immovable cat tree he found in the woods that eats things. Yeah if he becomes a little cat man he can hang out in a pocket dimension and its very cozy, but otherwise its just a cool feature to his house. Thats also alive. A cool roommate cat tree that he feeds raw meat. Don't worry about it.
But also cat verse where everyone is a cat is so. So funny. The cat folk live in cat tower esq houses, and then there's this one just full on regular cat tower in the middle of the woods that sometimes eats people. Not all the time, because cats are commonly known to wander in and out of things so Stan doesn't always feel the urge to eat them and sometimes doesn't time it right.
Ford the cat man from the Cat dimension rolls up to this cat tower in the woods, makes himself comfy cozy in this killer cat house, and goes in and out several dozen times before finally settling down inside and making himself comfortable. Cat time with Cat Tower brother that can make string go up and down the halls, always has the best tuna, and lets the sun through in perfect beams for naps.
The inside of cat stan cat tower is like a normal house, just cat sized.
I was thinking about the logistics of being a were-house and I think Im on to something. So obviously in Big House you become one by like. Escaping from a werehouse that tries to eat you. Its teeth scrape Stan on the way back out or something and oops! House on full moon.
Were-dollhouse is probably more like. The house closes on your fingers by accident and then oops!
Anyway. What if the cure is finally feeling safe and secure and at home
So like. Once Stan doesn't think Ford is gonna kick him out again, once he's sure that his room is *his*, once he finally settles into a rhythm. No more housening :)
And probably it just suddenly goes away and the twins are just kinda like "?? What happened. We didn't figure out the cure yet. Huh??"
Imagine all the little kid were-dollhouses that never even knew. Get scrapped by a were-dollhouse and then go home to their beds and the curse never grabs hold of them because they're safe at home. Or kids who grow up with weird house dreams, living troubled lives. Spreading the curse that only sometimes catches onto other kids.
The mystery would make Ford so mad lol. He's got all those toys and is working away, waiting for Stan to skuttle in and he never does? Goes looking for his bro and he's still human passed out on the couch or watching TV or something. Must have gotten their timing wrong? Except the next day Stan's still human too. And the next one, until the full moon passes and Stan never turned and is now suffering Ford making him go over every detail of the past month to try and figure out what happened? What did Stan do? Ford was still studying him, so go back please? Become monster house for brother please and thank you?
Well Stan's not going to do that, for several reasons. Ford will just have to suffer living through not knowing the cure for were-dollhouses.
Yea I expanded it. For you @softersynths , who is not only putting up with my bullshit, but verifiably fanning the flames and making me want to write more of it. Enjoy extended house Stan, my friend :)
Also consider werehouse Stan who was seperately cursed int being a cat. Cat who becomes a house on full moons
Lets just keep going with this. Cat that turns into a cat sized house and is also full of bees. Ford and his pet cat full of bees that turns into a house for cats once a month. Ford and his cat that is Going Through It but don't worry! He's fine.
Stan lounges in the grass around Fords house so his bees can get all the flowers there. Stan lounges on Fiddleford so he can't move because what if Bees. Ford and his cat that he has to chuck out of the house once a month because if he doesn't then the new small house destroys his actual house.
Ford attempts to break the curse on his cat because the house thing is really becoming inconvenient and all he gets is his brother who still turns into a cat sometimes and is also full of bees and becomes a house.
Ford asks him in pure bewilderment what and how and Stan can't even answer. Man who's just been taking- not even L's. Just things. Stuff. Stuff is happening to him all the time but don't even worry about it.
