#he just thinks that stan is another man in town who finds him a nuisance while he doesn't know their relationship is much more complicated

[thefallenangel2008]

Now LISTEN. While I love Fiddlestan fanart where they're cute and happy and gay, and I love fan-girling over them, personally, the only way I can intercept them is from these lyrics: "n- not in love, baby it's just lust~"

[detectivemaker]

my own idea for a bill redemption story

So it starts like a lot of others I’ve seen with Bill being to earth to try and make some progress, but with an extra executive, which each steps he takes in bettering himself, he gains one of his powers

When set of twins come back to find that the triangular nuisance of their existences is back in existence he’s regained the power of levitation and mind reading, he regained these abilities because he saved me from falling down stairs she’s pregnant and that counts as saving two lives

after soos talks

Ford down from blasting the triangle into re non-existence, melody suggests   that the younger set of twins and  bill go around town to find problems to solve

Only Mabel agrees to do this so she and Bill go around town doing little tasks, none of which spark any flair old Power into Billy boy,  eventually they get back to the shack  and decide to  stargaze

As they do so bill senses that Mabel  is trying to not think about something he inquires about what she's trying to keep from the Forefront and that causes the floodgates of both tears and anxiety thoughts about their parents impending divorce to burst  open

Bill consoles her about feeling like she's losing her parents and says that he can relate (cuz you know he literally lost his parents),   she continues to have sad feelings in her brain even after the tears are wiped from her eyes,   bill thinks of something to give her to give a spark of happiness again and in a proof it comes into existence, and with that he's weakening disability to just make things appear

During another trip into town to try and find little tasks to do the ambushed by a group of gnomes who are trying to kidnap Mable to be their Queen again,  dipper has accompanied them and whatever the Gnomes has a very dangerous looking stick, boo pushes the boy out of the way of the stick-wielding gnome and it's likely grazed in his place,  summoning a leaf blower he blows away many of the Gnomes except for the leader, he commands little creep to march his way to the knee was body of water and stick his head in, the gnome does so without any complaint, and just like that he's gained his ability to control minds again

Sometime later in the story bill and  stan get into an argument and he admits something that he's never admitted to anyone, he loves Stanford,   stan says he's lying and bill says in a serious tone he's never used in a long while

" you can call my bluff on a lot of things  stanley,  but when I say that I love your brother... I'm not lying"

And then you tell the ports to the guest room  he's been using as a bedroom, and he cries himself to sleep, something he hasn't done since the night after the distraction of his entire dimension

Breakfast the next morning is tense, and it's his turn to bring a plate down to Stanford seeing as he hasn't left his lab since he learned that bill was back, the ride down the elevator to the basement is quiet, he's half expecting an atom  destabilizing gun to be pointed in his face when the elevator doors open, but they're Stanford sits  lit by the overhead lights, he's writing down something,  he doesn't start her when Bill levitates and places the plate of bacon and eggs on to the table he's  working at

"  i've been thinking about us ", bill says  sitting tensed  on the wood of  stanford's work desk," and I just want to say i'm sorry", he doesn't have to say that  stanford doesn't have to forgive him it just seems to be something that's already known between the two

Bill knows you're probably be hit with a metal wall if he tries to peer into the man's thoughts, but somehow he knows that Stanford's been thinking about  them too, maybe even before he learned that he was still alive

He relaxes when a six-fingered hand placed itself a top his

" i've missed you" one of them says it doesn't matter which and was a exhale bill thinks about change

And that's when he is suddenly shapeshifts into a more human form causing the table he was sitting on to turn on to its side

That's sort of all I have for right now

[hellpark]

GREGORY: Oh my, seems Craig’s little online army doesn’t have a care at all that I’ve taken command of his weblog.

GREGORY: Estella, there are people who are actually curious about the true side of things, would you believe that?

ESTELLA: Are you really fiddling around with that stupid thing over there?

ESTELLA: Of course you couldn’t hold back from sating your bloated ego, you needed electronic strangers to help inflate it even further, you limp, detached and wounded tail of a diseased lizard.

GREGORY: Goodness, there are questions regarding both you and I, you know.

GREGORY: I haven’t so much as talked about myself at all, mind you.

ESTELLA: Why are there people attempting to talk to me through that device.

ESTELLA: Are you truly so stupid as to inform everybody of our whereabouts?

GREGORY: Heavens, no.

GREGORY: Just having some fun, is all.

GREGORY: You should join me with this one, spare yourself a moment why don’t you.

ESTELLA: Ugh, if it will get you off my back, fine.

GREGORY: Now this one asks what our impression of each of those incessant dullards Craig calls friends is.

ESTELLA: All of them are as stale and boring as a long forgotten water biscuit fallen beneath a dumpster.

GREGORY: Right you are.

ESTELLA: Can I get back to what I was doing, now?

GREGORY: Not quite, I think I’d fancy tearing down the walls of each individual here.

GREGORY: It’s only fair that these curious strangers get their just earful.

ESTELLA: [sigh]

ESTELLA: If you insist.

GREGORY: I suppose we might as well start with the most likely focus of interest, the original owner of this log.

GREGORY: Craig.

GREGORY: You know originally, I didn’t have all too much of an issue with this brain dead husk of a man.

GREGORY: I told him.

GREGORY: If he doesn’t fuck with me, I would have no qualms against him.

ESTELLA: And yet here you are, still plucking splinters from the backside of your head.

GREGORY: I could tell he was going to be a problem from the start, I just figured he’d be too slow and careless to be much of an actual threat.

ESTELLA: I’d almost say it’s adorable how angry you are over such a nuisance of a boy; But you’re far too revolting to ever be adorable, so I will just say it’s amusing.

GREGORY: ...

GREGORY: I don’t like him.

GREGORY: I’ll leave it at that.

ESTELLA: I couldn’t care less for that gelatinous clump of blue ink.

GREGORY: I suppose next would be his subordinate friend-- Clyde, is it?

GREGORY: The one you stupidly chose to take control of.

GREGORY: Over just about any other candidate.

ESTELLA: I do not need to be reminded.

ESTELLA: He was simply the most emotionally compromised at the time.

GREGORY: It’s become clear that’s just how he always is.

ESTELLA: You sure took your oh so pleasant time getting me out of that putrid cauldron of body odor and unpleasantly placed hair.

ESTELLA: He’s quite revolting when he’s all alone, do you know this?

GREGORY: Do you mean... more so than you find other men to be, or...

ESTELLA: Yes, I do mean more so.

ESTELLA: You have no idea the things I had to sit through with that horrid, small manhooded caveman.

GREGORY: I’m sure.

GREGORY: I have no real feelings towards him either way, though he seems a little too keen on Tweek for my liking.

GREGORY: Or, I should say, Tweek seems a little too trusting of him.

GREGORY: So in turn, I am not too fond of him, either.

GREGORY: Now, the one I find the most tolerable of the bunch is certainly Token.

GREGORY: I remember him well from when I was still alive.

GREGORY: Truly, if there were anybody to rival Wendy and I’s intellectual abilities together, it would be him.

ESTELLA: Well, he did throw all of us under the bus by telling Damien exactly what we’ve been up to on the surface, so I do not think I can possibly see him in the same light as you.

GREGORY: Oh, well I suppose there is that.

ESTELLA: Other than that, I find him a rather boring, simple minded individual.

ESTELLA: He could die the most foul and upsetting death imaginable, and I would not think any different of him-- same goes for the rest of those boys.

GREGORY: Mm, well, I still think I find him the most bearable of the bunch.

ESTELLA: If you say so, you blood-drunk man loving tick.

ESTELLA: Let’s talk about the best of the bunch, why don’t we?

GREGORY: Oh? Do you suddenly have a favorite?

ESTELLA: Why yes I do.

ESTELLA: Stan, of course.

GREGORY: Oh. Him.

GREGORY: That thick-headed, good for nothing drain on society...

GREGORY: That’s who your favorite is?

ESTELLA: Yes indeed.

ESTELLA: I just love it when the real you comes out.

ESTELLA: Look at you now. Can’t help your horns from showing, you’re just so upset that anybody could possibly like that van-hit skunk.

ESTELLA: As if I’d actually enjoy him any more than the other bloody idiots.

GREGORY: There are few people more deserving of hell than Stan Marsh.

ESTELLA: I could think of many, but if you take such offense to your own personal death, I won’t stop you from thinking of that.

ESTELLA: My, you’re so much more pleasant to be around when you’re angry...

ESTELLA: My opinion of him is rather neutral, but he’s a man so there isn’t much about him that’s favorable anyways.

GREGORY: Let’s talk about his counterpart instead.

ESTELLA: And who would that be?

GREGORY: Kyle.

GREGORY: The bloke with the ugly green ushanka.

ESTELLA: Oh, that collapsed anal cavity of a sewer rat.

ESTELLA: The opinionated one who thinks his insufferably bland words actually matter.

ESTELLA: Rather rich, but that’s all I can give him.

GREGORY: He’s always thought of himself as some sort of martyr of first world problems.

GREGORY: I’m sure if he wasn’t so full of himself he’d be less of a drain to talk to.

ESTELLA: Funny, that’s how I feel about you.

ESTELLA: You’re really just describing yourself, you know.

GREGORY: When I fight for justice, I’m not doing it to make myself feel good.

GREGORY: I do it for those who cannot take action themselves.

ESTELLA: Oh, I’m sure you love to tell yourself that.

GREGORY: Speaking of selfish drains...

GREGORY: It truly shows how utterly stupid all of Stan’s friends are, still hanging around that tub of lard Eric.

ESTELLA: He didn’t really speak much while I was around, so all he is to me is another worthless sausage on a rusted old pan.

GREGORY: All I saw was that he still looks like he’s 10, and certainly still sounds like it.

ESTELLA: Smells like it, too.

GREGORY: I never did like the boy, he completely ruined an entire covert operation, you know?

GREGORY: Directly caused the death of a fellow comrade.

GREGORY: Of course we were all turned back before the war, thus nullifying all of our actions henceforth, but it still stands that the old paranoid fool he killed never quite was the same.

ESTELLA: Oh, let’s not start this conversation again.

ESTELLA: You talked my ear off for days on end the last time I decided to indulge in your simplistic babblings of self-perceived hardship.

GREGORY: Though who I find most interesting throughout all of what we went through was who really saved us all in the end.

GREGORY: I hadn’t seen all too much of him beforehand, yet he sacrificed himself for the entire town over in the end.

GREGORY: That Kenny fellow...

GREGORY: You know, despite spiking me over the head with that lawn ornament earlier, I don’t really have too harsh a thought on him.

GREGORY: I blame Tweek and Thomas for not warning me more than anything, really.

GREGORY: There’s something about him that seemed all too familiar, though, even as a young adult now...

ESTELLA: I am taking advantage of the fact that you look like you’re lost in your tiny, hollowed out peanut shell of a brain to say that I am leaving now.

ESTELLA: There are better things to attend to.

GREGORY: I can’t even remember how he came back from the dead, he just appeared one day, good as new.

GREGORY: I never knew the original ruler of hell personally, only his son of course, but perhaps there was some sort of additional deal made for him to return to the land of the living once more?

GREGORY: Honestly, this perplexes me severely now that I think about it, and I can’t believe I’ve not thought about it more until now.

GREGORY: Needless to say, this one’s an interesting individual, to say the least.

GREGORY: Definitely not one I’d think to trust any time soon, however. He’s far too... suspicious of a person...

GREGORY: Hmm...

GREGORY: Well-- that’s all of them I suppose.

GREGORY: Though, hmm...

GREGORY: I could have sworn Craig’s friends had one more on their team...?

GREGORY: I wonder where they could be in all of this mess.

GREGORY: ...These are quite fun, I think I may indulge myself in a few more...

[coutelier]

Irongate - Broken Morning

About 1000 words of the start of Chapter Six:

The light of dawn once again revealed all that had taken place under the shroud of night - those that survived and those that died. For most it was a day like any other; they arose, dressed, ate, then went outside to go about their business, no reason to believe this day would be any different from the hundreds or thousands that had gone before. But not so for Benji or the passing cleaner who found his cold body. Nor for the police that soon after arrived, quickly suspecting that this was not the result of a mere brawl or usual gang nonsense.

“Cause of death is obvious,” a woman said as the corpse was covered, “blow straight to the heart. From the angle of it, maybe he was fighting someone who was down on their knees.”

Chance nodded, stirring his coffee by sloshing it about the paper cup. “Or someone small,” he suggested.

“They’d have had to be very strong. It’s like a fist sized cannonball went through him. No other injuries I can see.”

Other officers blocked the entrance to the alley while a few forensic investigators bumbled about inside, one of them scoffing at Chance’s suggestion. “You want to call the circus? Maybe there’s a killer Chimp on the loose - they’re very strong,” he said, “or maybe the military has been training them to be assassins.”

Honestly, with all the strange things occurring lately there was nothing Chance could rule out and the military had funded stranger experiments than that, like trying to train real life Jedi or make gay bombs. “Chimps have fingerprints, right?” He sighed, “so why don’t you do your job and keep looking?”

“Yeah, well - after last night’s rain I wouldn’t hold much hope of finding anything.”

Unfortunately he was correct. There was a security camera in the alley, but after checking with Daramy it turned that could offer no leads either. “It is like everything electrical just stopped,” Francis explained, “alarms, heating, cameras - all stopped at once. Then after a time just came back on.”

“How’s that possible?” Chance asked.

The technical person with Daramy shook their head, “it isn’t. There’s no wires have been cut, no fuses removed. No damage anywhere that I can tell.”

Although knowing it was clutching at straws, Chance asked, “what about, like, an electro-magnetic pulse?”

“Localized to such a small area? I just can’t see how it could be done.”

Of course, that didn’t mean that no-one could. But all they could do now was go back to basics - find out everything they could about Benji; where he’d been, who he associated with, and which of them might have a reason to want him dead. And since it had happened in his neighborhood, he was really only the logical person to start with.

The Mill was empty of revelers. Just a few of Stan’s boys either mopping or posted at attention by every door, Amara wiping the bar, and the man himself hunched in front of it helping himself to whatever booze he pleased. “Officers!” He broadly grinned as Chance and Daramy let themselves through the doors, “here - whiskey. On the house. Consider it a thank you for the fine job you’re doing keeping us all safe.”

He obviously knew, Chance thought, and did not appreciate the sarcasm. “Benjamin Bhaskar is dead,” he said.

Stan shrugged his broad shoulders, “so is Abe Lincoln, Joan of Arc, Socrates - difference is I know who each of them were.”

“He was here last night,” Daramy explained, approaching the bar and sliding over a printed out photo.

He obviously knew - Chance really didn’t see any point in going through this whole song and dance. “Come on, Stan. A man murdered in your neighborhood, and you expect us to believe that you know nothing about it?”

“Well,” the boss frowned, “I do hope you’re not accusing me of any foul play?”

“No,” Chance exhaled, “I’m sure you’d have made sure your boys cleaned up after.”

“I do like to keep my house in order. Appearances are important, you know?” Stan handed the picture to the club’s manager, Amara.

“Not sure,” she said after squinting at it, “think it might be the guy who ran out. Figure he took something that didn’t agree with him.”

“Naturally, my boys are scrupulous,” Stan assured, “but of course the odd substance will slip by even them.”

“It’s not what killed him, anyway,” Chance sighed, “I think I will take that drink.”

Stan chuckled from deep in his voluminous chest. “Gruesome, was it? I’m curious - what does it take to rattle the nerves of an ex-soldier?”

“Not the gore that bothers me. No - what bothers me is that this could happen right under your nose and you don’t have a clue about it, do you?”

Daramy was next with the next with the Whiskey. “I expect your boys have started making their own inquiries, yes? Break a few thumbs?”

Stan surely wouldn’t miss a chance to boast that he was ahead of them, and sure enough he said, “I’ll admit, I did have Clay and a few others ask around. Apparently your man - whatever his name was - he worked security for Silver Bow.”

Chance felt his brow grow heavier as things just got even more complicated. “Great,” he muttered, having another drink.

“What is it?” Daramy asked.

“They’re not a security company so much as a private army that looks after all Meridiem’s assets,” as such getting them to cooperate would be challenge in and of itself.

“Word is,” Stan went on, “your man and a few other lads were doing jobs on the side for some high-up. But that is all I’ve heard.”

It was something to go on, anyway. “Thank Stan,” Chance got up and said sarcastically, “you’re a real pillar of the community.” At the same time, Daramy was getting a call then showed the phone screen to his partner. There was a green crumpled wreck found on a farm outside of town. It took a few seconds for him to turn the vehicle over in his mind and place it. “Kaya Cade was here?”

“Yeah,” Stan shrugged, “she and them Killer Aqua Monkeys were on stage. I think she’s sleeping in her car now. Very sad.”

“Her car was found overturned in a field,” Chance grimly informed him. Kaya was a nuisance, but one he admitted he’d grown a little bit fond of. “Maybe run off the road.” Maybe they shouldn’t have been so lenient on her - a night in a cell might have done her good. Might have saved her…

Stan rose, cracking his knuckles, “is she-?”

Chance shook, “No bodies. Maybe she got away. If she did, she may be the only witness to what happened. We have to find her.”

[psych0chiken]

“Hehehehehe, this is great!” he said, watching as two children fled from a monstrous tower of conjointed gnomes. He’d been watching them ever since they arrived in the town. Their first day had been pretty boring, minus the times the old guy kept scaring the boy, those were funny, but the next day? Hoo boy! While he could honestly say the gnomes could barely pull off a disguise to save their lives, the fact that the girl had fallen for it until the boy pointed out something was wrong was been monumentally entertaining! He could never get over how dumb and ignorant humans could be! Of course, now it was coming to an end; the two had caught the gnome leader in a quick trap using a leaf blower(of all things!) to send him flying into the gnome construct, scattering the rest of the little forest men around the area. He laughed again as one of the little bearded creatures got caught in one of those plastic ring sets(oh how he loved those) and got carried off by a goat. It had been entertaining watching their mortal peril, but now that it was over he was getting bored again. Ah well, if today was any indication, he’d be seeing a lot more of those two throughout the summer. Heck maybe he’d get to- He heard the boy shout his twin’s name and turned his attention back to them; only to watch as the kid started to collapse next to his already unconscious sister. His eye widened as he was clearly seeing something no one else did. There were few times he could say that he was genuinely surprised, and this was one of them. “Well well well!” he chortled, “Now isn’t this interesting! I didn’t think that something like THIS would happen!” He began to float away, “To think that kind of power would emerge from them! Hmmm…” he paused to think. If they survived, their powers could prove to be a nuisance to him. Maybe he could- “Yeah! That’s what I’ll do!” He cackled, “Oh Pine Tree and Shooting Star, you’ve got no idea what I have planned for you! HeheheheHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Gravity Falls’ Bizarre Summer Episode 1: White and Black pt. 1

The wilderness of Roadkill County, Oregon could be a majestic sight to those who’d never seen it. The sheer amounts of tall trees and mountainous terrain seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see, and if one were paying attention they would possibly see some of the local wildlife as they were passing by. Jotaro Kujo however, had no intention of observing the surroundings. The 29-year old man had kept his gaze forward for the entire ride, his hard and somewhat cold eyes focused forward, with his grandfather sitting in the passenger seat in front of him. The trip they were making was a sudden one, and it had all started when Joseph received a call the other day. Jotaro hadn’t thought much of it at first, but apprehension had begun to fill him after watching he watched his grandfather’s face contort from relaxed, to shocked, and then to stoic. After he had hung up, he had told Jotaro that they needed to go to Oregon, and that it was important. Other than that, he hadn’t gotten any other information from the old man; only reassurances that he’d explain more in private when they neared their destination. And so after quickly packing and boarding the soonest flight to Portland, they were off. Jotaro had his suspicions about what this was about, and they were confirmed after they landed. Their chauffeur and driver waiting at the airport had been from the Speedwagon Foundation. To the public’s knowledge, it was a thriving multinational business that had their hands in several areas in order to further humanity’s growth. Known only to few though, was the Speedwagon Foundation’s hidden operations: the monitoring, investigation and if need be, elimination, of the paranormal and supernatural elements in the world. Once in the car, Joseph had told Jotaro that they were going to a small town called Gravity Falls. For many decades, the town had been closely monitored, as it was a veritable hotspot of strange and supernatural happenings. And recently, it seemed something more was happening. Jotaro couldn’t help but think that it was similar to the events that happened a year ago in Morioh; and when he mentioned this, Joseph had agreed. He said they’d receive more information when they arrived in town though. Which was sooner than he thought, as they had just passed a sign that said with big, wide letters “Welcome to Gravity Falls”. Jotaro leaned forward, and Joseph sat up a bit straighter. It wouldn’t be long now. After about another five minutes of driving, the car pulled over and Joseph stepped out. He slowly walked over to a man wearing the clothing of the Speedwagon Foundation. Jotaro watched as the two exchanged some words and Joseph was handed a few files. After another minute of discussion, his grandfather returned to the car and they set off again. While the car had passed through the town, Joseph took the time to read through the files handed to him. Jotaro couldn’t see what he was reading though; and by the time he had finished, they pulled off on a little dirt road. At the end of that road was a wooden cabin, covered in various paraphernalia and with a large sign on the roof that said “Mystery Shack”, though the ’S’ was crooked and looked ready to fall off. Jotaro had a skeptical look on his face as he got out of the car, before Joseph spoke once more, “Don’t let this place deceive you, Jotaro. The man who owns it is someone I’ve know for over 30 years now. He’s a conman of the highest order, but he is also deeply aware of the supernatural surrounding this town.” Joseph reached into his bag, and held out a folder to his grandson.

Taking it, Jotaro looked through its contents. The folder had a picture of an old man, not as old as Joseph, but still aged. He had a round nose, with wide squared glasses and a strong beard shadow over his lower face. The man’s name was Stanley Pines, age 69. From what Jotaro could see, the man had an extensive criminal record as well, even being banned in several states across the country. While he knew not to judge people immediately(their journey in Egypt had taught him that), he couldn’t see grandfather associating himself with this man. At least, not without reason. “This isn’t a just a routine trip for you, is it?” Jotaro asked, closing the file and crossing his arms over his chest. “What happened?” “The call I received the other day was from him,” Joseph replied, the information not surprising his grandson. “His great-niece and nephew are visiting for the summer, and the other day they had collapsed. The boy was barely able to stand and the girl was completely unconscious. The reason why he called me, was that he swore he saw a something hanging over them. Like an evil spirit.” Jotaro’s eyes widened, THAT was something he was personally familiar with. Joseph nodded, “You understand then. The man I was just talking to had examined them himself. He’s someone who can see our powers and confirmed what Stan told me. I also called him after we landed; the girl has woken up, but she doesn’t have a lot of strength. The boy can get up and move around, but it tires him quickly.” Joseph began to move towards the door, and Jotaro followed behind him. “Stan Pines isn’t a direct member of the Speedwagon Foundation, but he has been keeping an eye on the happenings of this town for us. If anything major happens here, he tells us. He doesn’t have the same power we have though, and we haven’t told him about it. So I’m going to need your help for this, Jotaro.” Jotaro’s eyes narrowed. “What do you expect me to do?” “I may need you to do what Avdol did for you twelve years ago.” The man’s eyes widened. Muhammad Avdol had been the one to fully awaken Jotaro’s power when he was 17; but the process had been… less than pleasant, to put it mildly. “Oi, old man. How old are these kids anyway?” Joseph sighed, while they had encountered those far younger than them with this power, this was still too young for them to awaken like this in his mind. “They’re twins, both twelve-years old. They’ll be thirteen at the end of the summer.” “Yare yare daze…” Jotaro muttered, pulling the visor of his torn, white hat down over his eyes. “Stanley Pines won’t agree with this plan, you know that right?” “Which is why I’ll speak with him; and while I’m doing that, I need you go to them.” “And when he finds out what’s happening?” “Then I’ll explain it to him and if I have to, I’ll restrain him myself.” Jotaro merely nodded, he didn’t like this plan, but it was the only way to help them. And even though Joseph was in his twilight years, he still had good reflexes, and for the most part could handle himself. With nothing else to be said, Joseph knocked on the door…

Stan Pines was not having a good day. Actually, make that two; yesterday was pretty bad as well. It had started off well enough: he had spent a whole day ripping off unsuspecting people with his business, a tourist trap called the Mystery Shack. He’d made a good day’s profit with it, and while he had something to do before he called it a night, it wouldn’t take long and he’d be I bed quickly for another day of money making. But shortly before could take care of his errand, he heard his great-nephew Dipper shout in panic. He had ran to see what was wrong, and saw that Dipper’s twin sister Mabel had collapsed unconscious on the floor. Stan had quickly moved to revive her, when Dipper began to feel woozy and weak himself. He didn’t pass out like his sister, but he wasn’t able to move much and seemed to be breathing heavily. Stan had carried the two up to their room in the attic, and laid them on their beds before rushing down to get some supplies. When he returned, Mabel had woken back up; but much like her brother, she couldn’t move a lot and was having a bit of trouble breathing. Stan had almost been ready to write this off as maybe a bug that was just starting to spread or something, but then he saw it. He honestly thought he was seeing things at first, but when it didn’t go away, he knew something was deeply wrong. A transparent figure was hanging closely over his great-niece’s body. While he couldn’t make out much, the shadowy figure looked like it was smothering and constricting her body. Not only that, but there was ANOTHER ONE hanging over Dipper. The only difference being that it seemed to lighter in color than the one above Mabel, and that it wasn’t hindering him as much as her. It was still a nuisance and was causing visible effects on the boy, but at least he wasn’t fading in and out of consciousness like his sister. Stan had long turned a blind eye to the supernatural of the town, verbally proclaiming it as local folklore and legends. On the inside however, he knew it was very real, and VERY dangerous; so he had to feign ignorance in hopes that it would deter his adventure and mystery seeking niblings. What he hadn’t counted on, was it coming to them. Stan had spent every moment he could that night(when he wasn’t taking care of the twins) looking through the old Journal his brother had forcefully left him. He had hoped that the tome would yield some sort of clue as to what kind of creature was causing his great-niece and nephew harm, but the closest he got was a small entry on spirits and ghosts. He had thought this was it, but apparently a spirit or ghost could only perform a full possession or cause manipulative harm; nothing like the restraining illness that the twins were dealing with. With no other options, Stan made a decision that he had hoped he wouldn’t have to, at least not before finding the other two of his brother’s journals. He called Joseph Joestar. Stan had met the man some 30+ years ago, when he had tried a quick wallet-snatch on the man. While the grab failed, it didn’t end with a brutal beatdown like many would expect. Joseph instead invited him to a high-end lunch with his wife. When Stan had asked why he didn’t attack him, Joseph explained that he had met his longtime friend Smokey Brown the same way. Jojo had offered to help Stan get on his feet; but he had been stubborn back then, insisting that he’d earn his wealth on his own to prove wrong all those who said he’d amount to nothing. After lunch, the two parted on good terms, Jojo even giving Stan his personal contact information in case he ever needed something. It wouldn’t be but a few years later that the two would meet again, though not under any circumstances the two would’ve imagined…