@tripledigits wrote: " Your brother is often fond of secrets, it seems, " there's a laugh from the Axolotl, afloat in the cotton candy galaxy. He's not letting Stanley go home without a spot of conversation, it seems, circling him. " Curious. Not unlike yourself. " / @tripledigits teehee
“wha— who the HECK are you??” is he dreaming? honestly he’s not sure. maybe this was the result of some sort of junk food induced coma, or perhaps he’d been toying too much with one of his brother’s nerd gadgets? either way, stanley was just hoping someone pinched him awake. they’d dealt with one monstrous demonic entity already, and only just barely scraped by alive. they didn’t need another apocalypse this soon.
it’s only then and there he realises he’s floating in the middle of nothingness, losing balance for a brief moment and fluttering about before composing himself. but wait, hold that thought— “wait, my brother? you know sixer? oh who am i kidding, of COURSE you do.” this was stanford they were talking about, it’d be more concerning if he didn’t know what this giant floating pink thing was.
“look, if you’re here to infiltrate my mind, sorry bucko, someone’s already beat you to it,” he muses with a shrug. “but you’re more than welcome to try. can’t guarantee there’s much left up there though.”