Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.
Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications
Warnings: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here.
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CH.1
‘What is he doing here? Ten years and he comes to Gravity Falls of all places? He must want something… Probably money. I don’t have the time or energy to entertain his neediness or dependency.’
‘Wait, what? Why’d he just walk past me? He’s ignoring me? Is this some mental game he’s trying to play? I’m not playing his games today. He isn’t going to manipulate me into starting a dialogue.’
‘...And he’s still walking away, hasn’t even turned his head back.’
‘Whatever, it doesn't bother me.’
‘It doesn't bother me.’
‘It bothers me!’
‘IT BOTHERS ME A LOT!’ “HEY!”
"Woah, stop yelling-. Can I help you?"
"Is that all you have to say, after what you did?"
"You're going to have to be more specific."
"Really, Stanley?"
"Look man if I owe you money, I'll have it by the end of the week."
"It hasn't been that long, there's no reason you shouldn't recognize me."
"Drawing a blank, buddy. Maybe you're not that special."
"...Me? Your twin? Your identical twin?"
"I think I'd know if I had a twin - look, sorry if you're mistaking me for someone else. But you're really barking up the wrong tree here."
"Wait, what's wrong with-"
"Woah dude, hands off!"
"Stanley... are you injured?"
"Uh, yeah. But it's not a big deal."
"What's your injury?"
"Keep your damn voice down, guy-"
"Stanford- Ford. You know that!"
"Okay FORD if you must know, it's just a couple stab wounds. Nothing to worry about."
"A couple?! As in more than one? Have you been to the hospital for this?"
"I can't afford that shit. Three stab wounds isn't anything serious- four would slow me down, I don't start to worry until about five."
"That's not how stab wounds work!"
"Please, I've been stabbed enough times to know."
"Somethings very wrong, Stanley- you need medical care, and fast-"
"What are you, a doctor?"
"Yes."
"...A medical doctor?"
"...No."
"Uh-huh, okay PhD, I appreciate your civic concern, but my conditions and lack thereof is none of your business. I'm sure you're a decent conversationalist when you're talking to someone you know, but I got places I need to be"
"Wait, before you go, I have one more question. Does this rag smell like chloroform to you?"
"Pft, you really think I'd fall for that?"
"No."
CLICK
*Looks down and see’s Ford jabbed him in the abdomen with a tranquilizing gun. Looks back up at Ford. Looks back down at the gun slightly longer. Then looks back up at Ford again.*