entrancelogs | You're just too tired to stop, you old pine box

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You're just too tired to stop, you old pine box | Closed

Who: Stanley Pines (

charlastan), Mirror Ford (

orzinlmhgvi), Stanford Pines (

mviw), Dipper Pines (

krmvgivv), and Mabel Pines (

powerofmabel)
Where: Stan's Room (Third Floor, Room 17)
When: Wednesday 5/17 - Midway through the event, then 5/19 for the revival, then whenever the kids come visit their Grunkle after that.
Rating: R for muRdeR
Summary: Stan and Ford bunker away from the Mirror Mess currently going on, and this proves to not be such a great plan. Ford gets stuck on Mirrorside for a bit and Stan winds up very dead at the hands of Mirror Ford.
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[OOC: Everything's happening in top levels, so we can make more as needed! <3 If anyone wants/needs anything added relating to Stan's death, let me know and we can make a thread for that!]

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[Dipper, for once, doesn't do anything but take off running with her. The Mirror side was the same old mix of awful and interesting as always, and while he and Mabel should probably talk about it eventually, for now.... they have a Grunkle to see.

Death is only permanent on the Mirror side. He's fine. He has to be fine. And that's what Dipper keeps telling himself until they have the door open and are crashing into Stan. He is fine. Or at least, he is alive.]

Grunkle Stan!

[Stan's been fine, or his flimsy definition of it, for the last leg of the mirror shenanigans and he's been pretty miserable of most of it - not because he died, but because he got in a fight with Ford and he's been moping angrily about it ever since.

On top of that though, he's been worried about Dipper and Mabel. He never heard back from them after his message, and he even took a peek to see if they were in their room, but it was empty. He's been trying to convince himself that the lack of bodies is a good thing, and that they're totally fine! But, he's mostly just lying to himself. He has no idea how they are and it's killing him again.

Having them burst through his door and crash into him is probably the best thing that could have ever happened to him.]

Kids! [He crouches down and squeeze them both tight as he can.] You two had me worried! Answer your phones once in a while would ya?!

[He's not sincerely stern. He's just so, so relieved to see them alive and well.]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! [Mabel's all but latched onto him like a limpet.] We were trying to be stealthy, but we didn't know about Ford's Mirror and we were trying to find Grunkle Lee and-and...

[annnd there she goes sobbing, her incoherent mess of an explanation cut off before it can become more convoluted.]

[Dipper reaches an arm out, getting Mabel in the hug even as he keeps holding on to Grunkle Stan.]

We were stuck. We couldn't do anything. We... we saw afterwards, and--

[He shakes his head, squeezing Mabel's shoulder tightly.]

[Stan freezes when he realizes what they're talking about, and then the hug feels different. It's more about comforting the distraught children in his arms and he holds them close.]

Oh, uh. ...You kids saw that, huh?

[That's the last thing he would have wanted them to witness. The two of them have dealt with enough death in Wonderland without watching him kick the bucket.]

I dunno how much you saw, but...I'm alright now. I came back good as new! See? I'm sorry you kids had to see all that grisly stuff, but I'm all better and there's nothin' to worry about. You've got nothin' to be sorry about, kids.

Not the... [she sniffles, cutting herself off.] We only saw what happened afterwards, but that was bad enough, and-

[annnd there she goes again, because Stan's pretending everything is fine, and it's not. for once, she can't even try to pretend, because he doesn't even know.] No, we do. We know what happens when you get too many deaths. We could've warned you. Maybe you could've...

[what exactly? she doesn't even know what happened or how fast it was or if it was even preventable. all she knows is that dying has a cost now. she pulls back a bit, looking up at him with tear-soaked red eyes.] Do you feel like you're... Missing anything?

[maybe that's the trick- she and Dipper were too removed from their deaths to recall what might have been missing. maybe if Stan knew what he was looking for, they could figure it out.]

[Dipper stays quiet, looking up to see what Stan's answer is. It's not remotely okay, and Stan knows it, even if he's alive now. Even if there wasn't more cost than they'd thought, he has to know it. You're never okay after dying. Dipper knows he wasn't.]

[Physically, Stan's absolutely fine. By all accounts, he should mentally be fine too - right? Or at least, that's what he wants to think. He doesn't want to think about ll this death junk and he doesn't want the kids looking at him like he didn't wake up, or like he's someone else now that he has.

He puts a hand to his chest, like he's feeling around to figure out what they mean by something missing.]

Uh. I don't think so? Not that I've noticed...

[However, it reminds him of something that is missing, and his shoulders fall.]

...But, uh. Ford's Mirror took off with the Journals. He shot me with some science gun or whatever and walked off with them like a-- like a smug jerk!

[The word that came to mind was significantly less PG, and even though the kids are getting older he still can't help censoring himself. He sighs though, slumping again.]

I tried, but...I couldn't do anything to stop him. He's still got 'em.

[Mabel pulls back a bit more, but grabs a hold of Stan's hand, not wanting to let go just yet. She's lived through Stan losing his memories once before, and she's pretty sure no scrapbook in the world will bring them back if the Queen does something to him.]

We don't care about the journals. [though she makes a mental note to check her own stuff (and Dipper's), and especially their AI stuff. it would be just like their Mirrors to ransack all their hard work.] I'm just glad you and Grunkle Ford are okay.

We threw them into the bottomless pit at home anyway. [He shrugs a shoulder.] We don't need them anymore. We've got each other.

[He just really hopes they can keep having each other. There have been enough deaths.]

[He lets Mabel take his hand, perfectly ready to accept that his giant gorilla hand now belongs to her now, but he squeezes hers reassuringly.]

Seriously? You spent all summer tryin' to figure those out!

[All that effort and they just chucked them in the bottomless pit? Really?

...Wait.]

Wait, wouldn't they just, y'know - get spit back up outta the hole?

[Mabel glances to the side to look at Dipper.] Maybe it was more of a symbolism thingy... And I'm sure Gompers would just eat them if we left them alone.

Actually, we were lucky to just get spit right back at the Mystery Shack. The pit could have deposited us anywhere. Like, in the entire multiverse.

[Ford's entry on the Bottomless Pit in the Journal hadn't been there until they were restored after Bill's death. But Dipper's read it now.]

A lot of stuff just comes back, usually within a day. Some stuff, though, never returns. Like the Journals.

[Stan winces.]

Eesh. Guess we all lucked out there. Especially me, since I fell in it twice!

[He laughs, but once he says it it doesn't really feel funny, especially given the circumstances, so he just awkwardly rubs the back of his neck]

Uh. Glad you kids aren't too heartbroken over the whole thing, I guess. Still sorry you had to find out about it though...

[Mabel turns and slowly tilts her head at Dipper like "excuse??" but it's probably for the best. And she hopes those love letters from Gideon ended up in a universe made entirely out of fire and acid.

It's the little things. And with that in mind, she hugs Stan's arm a little tighter.] Hey, you weren't gone forever. It could've been way worse.

Yeah, we really should have had a safety rail around it or something.

[There should probably have been safety rails around a lot of parts of the Mystery Shack. But! At least everyone always wore their seatbelts and helmets!]

Just... don't do it again, okay? I know we get more lives than we do at home, but they're not unlimited.

[And there's a cost they haven't totally figured out yet. That's the really scary part.]

[Stan snakes his arm out of Mabel's grip, but only so he can pull her into a one-armed hug and squeeze. He reaches out for Dipper with the other because one hug just was not enough.]

Yeah - I sure as heck don't plan on it. But that goes for you too, alright? No more dyin' for anyone in this family. Everyone's immortal forever, startin' right now. Your Grunkle Ford too.

[It is The Law; Stan has decreed it.]

I can get behind that law. All who break it have to watch old people yelling at each other on the news channel... unless you like that stuff. And if you do like that stuff, then you have to watch every single Dream Boy movie. I'm a congresswoman. I can make these laws.

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