aeschylusmaximillianpines

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"They don't know."

*It was the only coherent thought that tumbled from Aeschylus’s lips as Ford began scolding him, his voice a steady but stern tone that wrapped around Max like a thick fog. A strange quiet settled over him, almost suffocating, in the presence of the older man. Given the context— that in another universe, this researcher was his father— it made sense that he would shrink under the weight of authority. At the very least, it seemed he had been raised right. Still, the stubbornness coursing through his veins felt like an inherited trait, making this moment akin to staring into a mirror, one that reflected both his strengths and his flaws.*

*Thankfully, Max didn’t seem to put up much fuss despite that.*

"Just wanna go home."

*Max ran a hand through his disheveled hair in a frantic attempt to keep himself awake, fingers tangling in the messy strands. He blinked rapidly, fighting the heaviness that threatened to drag him under, each blink a desperate struggle against the fatigue that clung to him like a second skin. An urgency propelled him forward, a desperate need to return home— whether it was the longing for family or something darker loomed just beneath the surface, still hidden in the shadows of his mind.*

*If he had to be completely honest with himself, it wasn't just the desire to rush home that kept him from succumbing to sleep. He didn’t want to be tired, and he knew his parents and siblings would scold him just as Ford was doing now if he caught wind of his reckless behavior. Just... some bad nights were worse than others, and there were memories he'd rather not confront.*

*What was he? A child? To keep running from his own nightmares, trapped in a loop of terror he couldn’t escape. He dug the heels of his palms into his closed eyes at the reminder. He was ten. He was ten.*

*Decades later, and that moment clung to him like a shroud, an unwelcome specter haunting his every move, lingering just out of reach.*

*Decades later, he could still taste the metallic tang of blood on his tongue, still smell the sweet evergreen that had almost guaranteed his end, a memory etched into his senses.*

*Decades later, he could still feel the stinging squeeze around his neck, a visceral reminder of the darkness he had faced, a nightmare that refused to fade.*

*Even if he did manage to fall asleep, he knew he’d wake up not long after, jolted awake by echoes of a past that refused to let go. Even if Bill was gone... the mental trauma from what he had done lingered, stubborn and unyielding, a weight he carried like an anchor, pulling him down into depths he feared to explore. It was a burden he had learned to bear, but it never truly disappeared, always lurking just beneath the surface, ready to resurface when he least expected it.*

[OOC: Thanks for the go ahead! Anyway, I offer my boiyo! Gave him his own blog on @aeschylusmaximillianpines soley for RP purposes :D Thinking this might be post-weirdmageddon where everybody's back in gravity falls for the summer?]

The multiverse theory was a doozy in and of itself, an infinite amount of possibilities for anything and everything. As Aeschylus stepped out of the rift with a tired huff, he pulled down the red neckerchief that he'd been using as a makeshift mask. He cringed at the state his coat was in, sure- it's seen better days ever since coming into his possession but he was fairly certain his father would've definitely have dragged it through worse. Fairly certain.

It wasn't a trenchcoat anymore, having altered it to be a windbreaker at best more than a decade ago- but Aeschylus was really thankful for the numerous large pockets his old man had added to it while it was still his. He took out the steel blue fountain pen from the breastpocket of the coat before taking out a blue hardbound from the inside of his coat to jot down a couple things. After a minute, the brunette closed it with a sigh and ran a hand through his brown hair. Some parts already started to lighten and streak grey, he could distinctly remember his siblings teasing him that it was because of stress.

After properly dusting himself off and keeping his belongings, Aeschylus supposed it was time to head home. His brain was running on caffeine and autopilot by now, all the more when he simply walked towards the mystery shack half nodding off. He hadn't noticed that in his semi-conscious brain that he'd wandered into a similar universe- but not home.

"Hey dad! I've got the plant specimen you wanted, gave me hell trying to catch it though. What did you need this mutated Caesar salad for anyway-"

Aeschylus trailed off when he came face to face with the man in question, but something felt off. Sure, it was like staring into an aged mirror- he got used to that- but there was something different. Mismatched eyes squinted at Stanford skeptically.

"Uh... you're not my dad."

[OOC: Here's pictures of him for reference, he doesn't slick his hair back anymore post-weirdmageddon; but he does continue mostly wearing that fit. Like Ford- it's like he only has ONE OUTFIT EVER/j SORRY FOR THE TEXT DUMP IF ANYTHING- THIS IS NORMALLY HOW I RP T^T]

Stanford was sitting at the dining table, tinkering away at a machine, the sound of metal clanging on metal echoing throughout the room. It was late in the evening and the house was quiet, save for the whir of machines. Ford's brow was furrowed, his tongue stuck out the side of his mouth, and his full attention was focused on the task at hand. He was attempting to repair a device that had been damaged while at sea. When he was finished, he leaned back in his chair, setting the screwdriver down with a clatter. He'd have Fidds take a look over it before he switched it back on. (continued below the cut~)

Upon hearing a voice, his eyes snapped up to find Aeschylus. For a moment he just stared, taking in the young man's appearance, his eyes wide. He was a hundred percent sure he didn't have a son. He had just started dating again after all, and... well. His last partner had been a triangular demon from another dimension. Who was this kid?

"Excuse me?" Ford asked, his voice hoarse from disuse, his expression one of utter confusion. "I'm sorry, but I'm not your father." Ford shifted in his seat, his curiosity getting the better of him as he studied the boy closely. It was odd, he thought. The boy did bear a striking resemblance to him. He shook his head, dismissing the idea. He didn't know who his father was, but it wasn't him. He wasn't the type to have kids, and he had no memory of ever being in a relationship that would have led to a child.

His thoughts were racing. Maybe the boy was confused... or some kind of con artist. Or perhaps... this was more multiversal than he thought. After all, when it came to the multiverse, anything was possible. No, this was real. The boy in front of him was a stranger, not his son. Yet he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection to him, a pull that was difficult to explain. Perhaps it was the similarity in their appearances, or maybe it was something else.

"Who are you?" Ford finally asked, his tone serious and a little suspicious.

(OOC: Apologies for the wait!)

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

[OOC: DW ABOUT IT HAHAHAHA]

"What? No—I'm fine. I'm completely fine—"

*A yawn cut his words off, escaping like a reluctant whisper, and Aeschylus felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. There was no way this was actually happening to him right now. What was he, ten? It felt like the universe had conspired to toss him back to those nights of forced bedtimes, each moment dragging him deeper into a haze of exhaustion.*

*Max wanted to be stubborn, channeling the spirit of a petulant toddler resisting sleep as he tried to shrug off Ford's hands. He could stay awake; he wasn’t a kid anymore and didn’t need watching over. But the universe had other plans. His coordination betrayed him, and with a comical twist, he tripped backward over his own feet, tumbling onto the couch with a resounding thud that echoed through the room.*

"Seriously? Not a kid anymore, Pops. Haven't been one for a couple decades now."

*He chuckled weakly, but the sound felt hollow, a weak attempt to mask the absurdity of the situation. It was almost amusing how something so trivial as stubbornness appeared to be a family trait; that obstinacy was practically a curse passed down through generations. He couldn’t help but wonder how his mother managed to deal with what was technically her husband’s mini-me for so long, especially with his almost childish resistance to rest. The similarities between him and Ford were glaringly obvious, as if their stubbornness had been woven into the very fabric of their DNA.*

"And I don’t want to stay out for too long; everyone else is gonna worry if I don’t get home."

*The words tumbled out, laced with a hint of urgency. Max rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the familiar weight of responsibility pressing down on him. As the exhaustion settled in, he fought the urge to let his eyes flutter shut, knowing that sleep was a siren song he couldn’t afford to indulge. He could almost hear his siblings’ worried voices echoing in his mind, urging him to take care of himself.*

*Yet, here he was, caught in a web of fatigue and habit, feeling more like a child right now than he cared to admit.*

[OOC: Thanks for the go ahead! Anyway, I offer my boiyo! Gave him his own blog on @aeschylusmaximillianpines soley for RP purposes :D Thinking this might be post-weirdmageddon where everybody's back in gravity falls for the summer?]

The multiverse theory was a doozy in and of itself, an infinite amount of possibilities for anything and everything. As Aeschylus stepped out of the rift with a tired huff, he pulled down the red neckerchief that he'd been using as a makeshift mask. He cringed at the state his coat was in, sure- it's seen better days ever since coming into his possession but he was fairly certain his father would've definitely have dragged it through worse. Fairly certain.

It wasn't a trenchcoat anymore, having altered it to be a windbreaker at best more than a decade ago- but Aeschylus was really thankful for the numerous large pockets his old man had added to it while it was still his. He took out the steel blue fountain pen from the breastpocket of the coat before taking out a blue hardbound from the inside of his coat to jot down a couple things. After a minute, the brunette closed it with a sigh and ran a hand through his brown hair. Some parts already started to lighten and streak grey, he could distinctly remember his siblings teasing him that it was because of stress.

After properly dusting himself off and keeping his belongings, Aeschylus supposed it was time to head home. His brain was running on caffeine and autopilot by now, all the more when he simply walked towards the mystery shack half nodding off. He hadn't noticed that in his semi-conscious brain that he'd wandered into a similar universe- but not home.

"Hey dad! I've got the plant specimen you wanted, gave me hell trying to catch it though. What did you need this mutated Caesar salad for anyway-"

Aeschylus trailed off when he came face to face with the man in question, but something felt off. Sure, it was like staring into an aged mirror- he got used to that- but there was something different. Mismatched eyes squinted at Stanford skeptically.

"Uh... you're not my dad."

[OOC: Here's pictures of him for reference, he doesn't slick his hair back anymore post-weirdmageddon; but he does continue mostly wearing that fit. Like Ford- it's like he only has ONE OUTFIT EVER/j SORRY FOR THE TEXT DUMP IF ANYTHING- THIS IS NORMALLY HOW I RP T^T]

Stanford was sitting at the dining table, tinkering away at a machine, the sound of metal clanging on metal echoing throughout the room. It was late in the evening and the house was quiet, save for the whir of machines. Ford's brow was furrowed, his tongue stuck out the side of his mouth, and his full attention was focused on the task at hand. He was attempting to repair a device that had been damaged while at sea. When he was finished, he leaned back in his chair, setting the screwdriver down with a clatter. He'd have Fidds take a look over it before he switched it back on. (continued below the cut~)

Upon hearing a voice, his eyes snapped up to find Aeschylus. For a moment he just stared, taking in the young man's appearance, his eyes wide. He was a hundred percent sure he didn't have a son. He had just started dating again after all, and... well. His last partner had been a triangular demon from another dimension. Who was this kid?

"Excuse me?" Ford asked, his voice hoarse from disuse, his expression one of utter confusion. "I'm sorry, but I'm not your father." Ford shifted in his seat, his curiosity getting the better of him as he studied the boy closely. It was odd, he thought. The boy did bear a striking resemblance to him. He shook his head, dismissing the idea. He didn't know who his father was, but it wasn't him. He wasn't the type to have kids, and he had no memory of ever being in a relationship that would have led to a child.

His thoughts were racing. Maybe the boy was confused... or some kind of con artist. Or perhaps... this was more multiversal than he thought. After all, when it came to the multiverse, anything was possible. No, this was real. The boy in front of him was a stranger, not his son. Yet he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection to him, a pull that was difficult to explain. Perhaps it was the similarity in their appearances, or maybe it was something else.

"Who are you?" Ford finally asked, his tone serious and a little suspicious.

(OOC: Apologies for the wait!)

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

[OOC: No worries! I love this sm :D]

Aeschylus took a step back, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender, trying to ease the sudden scrutiny from the other man. Though he wasn’t entirely unarmed—his gun, a sleek and angular thing, rested in its holster on his thigh—he wasn’t intending to reach for it.

"Uh... okay, you're not my dad. WELL—not the version that is. Technically, you are because all of you share the same DNA, but—"

(continued under the cut)

He rambled, visibly sleep-deprived, the dark bags under his eyes showing just how worn out he was. His messy hair and exhausted state made him look eerily like a certain scientist during his college days. Aeschylus swayed slightly, as if he might collapse at any moment. He looked like he’d been through a few too many sleepless nights, his entire posture sagging under invisible weight.

"I'm Aeschylus Maximillian Pines. I'm from a different dimension than yours. Clearly."

There was an odd tone when he said his name, a mixture of pride and awkwardness. He’d only recently grown to appreciate it after spending time sailing with his father and uncle, though it had once been the bane of his existence. In school, it had drawn teasing remarks, as if his unusual name wasn’t enough alongside his heterochromia, something people constantly prodded at like an open wound.

Aeschylus rubbed the back of his neck, still looking disheveled and worn out, his words tumbling out in a sleepy, rambling tone.

"I'm the eldest of triplets back home. I, uh, apologize for the intrusion, though. Trying to navigate this device my sister made for interdimensional travel hasn't exactly been... easy? It’s actually been a whole mess."

He let out a small, tired laugh, as if just talking about it exhausted him further. His eyes blinked slowly, fighting off the overwhelming urge to sleep where he stood, and it was clear he wasn’t used to handling this kind of chaos that he found himself in.

To say his life was tame or even relaxed would’ve been a bold-faced lie. He was a Pines, after all. Chaos practically ran in the family, and living in Gravity Falls? Well, nothing about that town could ever be described as "tame." From weird anomalies to strange creatures lurking at every corner, normalcy just wasn’t in the cards for someone like him. It was almost like the universe had a personal vendetta against peace and quiet where his family was concerned.

[OOC: Thanks for the go ahead! Anyway, I offer my boiyo! Gave him his own blog on @aeschylusmaximillianpines soley for RP purposes :D Thinking this might be post-weirdmageddon where everybody's back in gravity falls for the summer?]

The multiverse theory was a doozy in and of itself, an infinite amount of possibilities for anything and everything. As Aeschylus stepped out of the rift with a tired huff, he pulled down the red neckerchief that he'd been using as a makeshift mask. He cringed at the state his coat was in, sure- it's seen better days ever since coming into his possession but he was fairly certain his father would've definitely have dragged it through worse. Fairly certain.

It wasn't a trenchcoat anymore, having altered it to be a windbreaker at best more than a decade ago- but Aeschylus was really thankful for the numerous large pockets his old man had added to it while it was still his. He took out the steel blue fountain pen from the breastpocket of the coat before taking out a blue hardbound from the inside of his coat to jot down a couple things. After a minute, the brunette closed it with a sigh and ran a hand through his brown hair. Some parts already started to lighten and streak grey, he could distinctly remember his siblings teasing him that it was because of stress.

After properly dusting himself off and keeping his belongings, Aeschylus supposed it was time to head home. His brain was running on caffeine and autopilot by now, all the more when he simply walked towards the mystery shack half nodding off. He hadn't noticed that in his semi-conscious brain that he'd wandered into a similar universe- but not home.

"Hey dad! I've got the plant specimen you wanted, gave me hell trying to catch it though. What did you need this mutated Caesar salad for anyway-"

Aeschylus trailed off when he came face to face with the man in question, but something felt off. Sure, it was like staring into an aged mirror- he got used to that- but there was something different. Mismatched eyes squinted at Stanford skeptically.

"Uh... you're not my dad."

[OOC: Here's pictures of him for reference, he doesn't slick his hair back anymore post-weirdmageddon; but he does continue mostly wearing that fit. Like Ford- it's like he only has ONE OUTFIT EVER/j SORRY FOR THE TEXT DUMP IF ANYTHING- THIS IS NORMALLY HOW I RP T^T]

Stanford was sitting at the dining table, tinkering away at a machine, the sound of metal clanging on metal echoing throughout the room. It was late in the evening and the house was quiet, save for the whir of machines. Ford's brow was furrowed, his tongue stuck out the side of his mouth, and his full attention was focused on the task at hand. He was attempting to repair a device that had been damaged while at sea. When he was finished, he leaned back in his chair, setting the screwdriver down with a clatter. He'd have Fidds take a look over it before he switched it back on. (continued below the cut~)

Upon hearing a voice, his eyes snapped up to find Aeschylus. For a moment he just stared, taking in the young man's appearance, his eyes wide. He was a hundred percent sure he didn't have a son. He had just started dating again after all, and... well. His last partner had been a triangular demon from another dimension. Who was this kid?

"Excuse me?" Ford asked, his voice hoarse from disuse, his expression one of utter confusion. "I'm sorry, but I'm not your father." Ford shifted in his seat, his curiosity getting the better of him as he studied the boy closely. It was odd, he thought. The boy did bear a striking resemblance to him. He shook his head, dismissing the idea. He didn't know who his father was, but it wasn't him. He wasn't the type to have kids, and he had no memory of ever being in a relationship that would have led to a child.

His thoughts were racing. Maybe the boy was confused... or some kind of con artist. Or perhaps... this was more multiversal than he thought. After all, when it came to the multiverse, anything was possible. No, this was real. The boy in front of him was a stranger, not his son. Yet he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection to him, a pull that was difficult to explain. Perhaps it was the similarity in their appearances, or maybe it was something else.

"Who are you?" Ford finally asked, his tone serious and a little suspicious.

(OOC: Apologies for the wait!)

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"Ohoho! You severly underestimate just how crazy that stuff is my guy, at the best you've got anomalies and cryptids in your pocket but the multiverse? Hoo-boy there's a ton you still have no clue about."

"Also, believing I'm real? I'm tangible, I'm standing a couple feet away from you, breathing the same oxygent and talking to you, I. Am. Real. Not a product of this universe clearly, but I'm here and I'm real."

"Yeah no, please don't touch your memories. You're in no shape to even try, besides- I won't appear in your memories because I'd never been part of them. Again, my dead is a totally different Stanford Pines."

"As for why I'm here, I'm kinda lost? If that makes sense? I was testing out this rift gadget my sister made for multiverse travel, it's kind of like a portal gun but on a watch. Didn't think it was this unreliable though, in effect I end up meeting multiple versions of you from wildly different walks of life but haven't ended up home or even close to my home dimension at all."

"Now that I'm here though, maybe let me help you a bit? Pardon my language but you look like total shit."

Holy smokes, I didn't think I'd see a version of you back when Bill was still fucking up your head. How long have you been up for old man? Wait- can I still even call you that? I'm probably older than you right now- uhhhh- whatever, you're still technically my dad. Multiverse theory is funny like that, put the crossbow down will ya? I'm not here to steal your eyes and I don't want to be turned into swiss cheese.

Vincit qui patitur, @aeschylusmaximillianpines

Your...dad? I'm not sure if this is true. Under the circumstances I'm in right now, I just can't have, well, a family. And "family"...is a word that ends terribly.

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"It's called multiverse, I only refer to you as my dad because calling you in any other manner feels wrong to me. You're the same man on a genetic level which makes you my father only by sheer technicality, don't think about it too hard."

"Also, you'd be surprised. Back then my mom had managed to pull you out of this state but just barely. You're all cooped up and alone in this dimension it looks like."

"When was the last time you'd even slept? You genuinely look like shi- Can you put the crossbow down already? Just- put it away."

Vincit qui patitur, Aeschylus "Max" Pines

Holy smokes, I didn't think I'd see a version of you back when Bill was still fucking up your head. How long have you been up for old man? Wait- can I still even call you that? I'm probably older than you right now- uhhhh- whatever, you're still technically my dad. Multiverse theory is funny like that, put the crossbow down will ya? I'm not here to steal your eyes and I don't want to be turned into swiss cheese.

Vincit qui patitur, @aeschylusmaximillianpines

Your...dad? I'm not sure if this is true. Under the circumstances I'm in right now, I just can't have, well, a family. And "family"...is a word that ends terribly.

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"WHAT THE HELL?! I'm gonna murder that stupid triangle I swear to fucking god-"

Do I have rizz @stanlypines

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"Uh-huh. 'Not always like this'- you'd be surprised. What I meant is technically you guys are the same person, atom for atom, codon for codon, cell for cell. On the genetic level you are all clones. It still really surprises me just how different you all are."

"Also- champagne can expire? It's alcohol! If it's past the best-by chances are it's just fermenting more. You're probably just inebriated, how about sleeping it off old man?"

"Yeah-yeah, I believe you. Despite the fact that everyone else on this insane website is saying you had a situationship with that triangle. I'm not saying you did, but without my mom in the picture I'm just saying it also looks really stacked against you right now."

Do I have rizz @stanlypines

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"Enlightened? I am concerned and I'm not surprised that this isn't my dimension. My brain actually gains a neuron every time I talk to my dad, with you somehow it's the opposite. How are you both supposed to be the same person???"

"NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. BEGONE DEMONIC GEOMETRY-"

"Where did you even get this??? When did you even have the time?????"

Do I have rizz @stanlypines

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"... I don't know whether to be concerned or find that funny- oh god."

Do I have rizz @stanlypines

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"Yep, you have kids in another universe. Mind you, plural. I'm not the only one, I'm the eldest to triplets; so... have fun with that knowledge I suppose."

"I wonder if I should tell you mum's name, probably not. If it's meant to happen, it's meant to happen, if it doesn't, it doesn't. Either way, from what she used to tell me- you both met at Backupsmore. So you could probably start with that."

"Also- laugh at yourself Uncle Stan you're legally married to a statue. C'mon now. By the way, you were the one who took care of us for 30 years after shoving father dearest into a portal; so who's really the dad here?"

"Oh, well- this is new. Glad to see a universe on here where you're both getting along. Most versions of dad I've met aren't the... most cheerful, or chill for the matter. Yeesh! Still a miss though, how am I ending up in literally every other universe except mine??? How are the both of you anyway? Dad? Uncle Stan?"

@aeschylusmaximillianpines

@aeschylusmaximillianpines

I’m not going to lie to you. The hardest part to believe is the idea that Ford got a woman to do more than dump punch on his head. HAHAHAH!

Honestly I have to agree with you Stan. I have a kid in another universe? How? Wait don't tell me that- anyways- who? Maybe it's better I don't know actually... This opens a whole new door of possibilities I've never expected. I need to figure this out immediately.

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"Who taught you this slang pops? What the heck...?"

Do I have rizz @stanlypines

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"The missing finger wasn't really in the equation since for as long as I could remember... he wore gloves all the time to disguise his hands when I was a kid. Had them on 24/7 before the jig was up. Just felt something was... off, and uh- personality-wise I already had a feeling that I wasn't talking to you if that makes sense."

"Teena and Alex just made a fuss all the time when we were younger, I think the three of us inherently knew? It's weird, I still don't know how to properly explain it either."

"I also can't really say for sure that Uncle Stan did a bad job? He tried his best, but I'd say it's passable considering all three of us go collecting PhDs like pokemon. Doesn't take a genius to know where that came from, mom jokes about it a lot."

"Also- ew. I was joking but nice to know. What haven't you done for the sake of science?"

Vincit qui patitur, Aeschylus "Max" Pines

Oh wow, so this is a version of you that's still stuck in here. Didn't think I'd find one, though- it wasn't really dad who figured out how to traverse this place now as much as it was just Teena's stubbornness to make something that did. Good luck to you anyhow pops, hope you get back to your own dimension just as mine had.

Vincit qui patitur, @aeschylusmaximillianpines

" Uhm— excuse me? Nevermind. Right. Alternate dimension. Thank you for your support, however. I wish you luck on your ventures as well. "

Ad astra per aspera, Stanford Pines

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"If it helps, my mother simply hit my dad on the head hard enough with a book that he went down for the count. He's obsessed with Cipher, and if I know him right then I also know he's not going to budge because he's just that stubborn. Had to get my bullheadedness from somewhere and my mom says it's not from her or his twin."

"Uh... 36? Give or take half my dad's age in my home dimension. I kind of just have to wait for the watch to cool down before I can try again, ripping apart the fabric of space time to travel too many times too quickly can kind of upset the multiverse."

"I am so getting back at my sister for putting me through this mess when I get home."

"Uncle Fidds? Okaaaaay so this dimension is way far back. Has my dad gone off the deep end with his muse yet? Or are you both just working still? What year even is it?? I don't think mom's around otherwise I'd probably have been born already- yeah..."

"I- uh- ahem, I apologize for my hectic nature, have been trying to get back to my home dimension for a while now and as you can kinda see- still not hitting the mark. First time I'd run into you instead of dad though, so that's something."

Vincit qui patitur, @aeschylusmaximillianpines

" 'Uncle'? Who the heck are ya? Muse? If yer 'dad' is Stanford or something, then no, he hasn't 'fallen off the deep end'. He's getting even more obsessed tho; said something about his muse giving him energy or somethin' like that. "

" Yer stuck in the multiverse? How'd that happen? "

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"Okay so he is getting there, fun. Just a fair word of advice, his muse isn't all he's cracked up to be. Frankly, I still wonder how he managed to think that for WHATEVER reason cozying up to what's essentially a psychopathic interdimensional triangle demon was a good fuckin' idea! Okay okay- no- I am over it. Have been over this thing since the near end of the world!"

"Uh, yeah- sorry, but yes. Stanford Pines is my father back in my home dimension. Got married in '75 and my siblings and I were born in '76. Oh damn, am I older than you right now??? That's crazy, I am definitely going crazy from all this dimension hopping-"

"Hmm... Let's just say it's a gadget malfunction, if I had to go into the depths of how this portal gun- watch thing-? My sister built I'd sound exactly like my dad. Which I'd rather not do right now."

"Uncle Fidds? Okaaaaay so this dimension is way far back. Has my dad gone off the deep end with his muse yet? Or are you both just working still? What year even is it?? I don't think mom's around otherwise I'd probably have been born already- yeah..."

"I- uh- ahem, I apologize for my hectic nature, have been trying to get back to my home dimension for a while now and as you can kinda see- still not hitting the mark. First time I'd run into you instead of dad though, so that's something."

Vincit qui patitur, @aeschylusmaximillianpines

" 'Uncle'? Who the heck are ya? Muse? If yer 'dad' is Stanford or something, then no, he hasn't 'fallen off the deep end'. He's getting even more obsessed tho; said something about his muse giving him energy or somethin' like that. "

" Yer stuck in the multiverse? How'd that happen? "

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"Hahaha! Watch your neck dad! You'll get whiplash from how fast you turned around!"

"Glad to see you in better spirits though, at least in this dimension. Many other versions of you I'd met were... let's just keep it at that they weren't in the best places when I saw them."

"Guess mom doesn't exist in this dimension either... She's usually with you guys, my siblings are always a wild card so I barely expect to see them around if at all."

"Oh cool, thank goodness you're at least chill here too. Ughh... but still not my home dimension! Talk about a gadget malfunction... anyhow, how are you pops? Got anything new you're researching about?"

Vincit qui patitur, @aeschylusmaximillianpines

Oh hello! Haha a gadget malfunction? Been there, done that! Anyway, no researching in the minute, I had to take a break and spend some quality time with my brother @stanlypines sailing the world! I hope you get back to your dimension, farewell!

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"Tell me about it, I genuinely do think that the other versions of you that got away without meeting cipher or dealing with him are just fortunate. Then again, luck of the draw. Different situations, different circumstances, but same man, same virtues, same flaws. Sometimes things are just bound to happen..."

"Anyway- right, back home in my dimension it was your brother who raised my siblings and I alongside mom for what was practically the entire 30 years you were gone. I mean, my siblings and I already knew he wasn't you right off the bat- even if mother dearest had tried to disguise what actually happened for our sake. We were... I think only 5 at the time? Turning 6? Problem was that apparently genius is hereditary so we figured out the truth sooner than later."

"Uh-huh, Athena has polydactyly while Alex and I have heterochromia; opposite eyes too. Mom says it's funny how that checks out. Nothing about our family is ordinary; but I think being 'normal' is overrated anyway."

"Hell, if hunting cryptids as a family or brass-knuckling a kraken is considered 'normal' now I'd eat a gnome!"

Vincit qui patitur, Aeschylus "Max" Pines

Oh wow, so this is a version of you that's still stuck in here. Didn't think I'd find one, though- it wasn't really dad who figured out how to traverse this place now as much as it was just Teena's stubbornness to make something that did. Good luck to you anyhow pops, hope you get back to your own dimension just as mine had.

Vincit qui patitur, @aeschylusmaximillianpines

" Uhm— excuse me? Nevermind. Right. Alternate dimension. Thank you for your support, however. I wish you luck on your ventures as well. "

Ad astra per aspera, Stanford Pines

[aeschylusmaximillianpines]

"Something about getting in over his head from Bill's flattery and paying the price for his own hubris. My memory is hazy since I barely slept at all back then, ran on coffee and fumes..."

"Props though! Dad did try to back out of it because mom managed to drag him out of the depths of insanity- and that was before any experiments with the portal ever happened- but I guess it was too little too late. Not to mention that whole tiff with Uncle Stan- yeesh..."

"Oh yeah, probably not surprising but that moronic triangle didn't stop at just him either, tried to get to me too. Was one hell of a time. Told me it was because I'm 'my father's son', whatever that means, not that I even care at this point what that piece of geometry says. I'm not the one with six-fingers either, that's my sister."

Vincit qui patitur, Aeschylus "Max" Pines

Oh wow, so this is a version of you that's still stuck in here. Didn't think I'd find one, though- it wasn't really dad who figured out how to traverse this place now as much as it was just Teena's stubbornness to make something that did. Good luck to you anyhow pops, hope you get back to your own dimension just as mine had.

Vincit qui patitur, @aeschylusmaximillianpines

" Uhm— excuse me? Nevermind. Right. Alternate dimension. Thank you for your support, however. I wish you luck on your ventures as well. "

Ad astra per aspera, Stanford Pines