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After a long day of working on the portal Stan was absolutely exhausted. He hated feeling so helpless when it came to understanding Ford's journal. Fiddleford had mentioned there was two other ones so he'd have to go look for them on top of trying to figure out astrophysics and math way beyond his current level.
He practically collapsed down beside Fiddleford on the couch. He was beyond grateful for their help. It stung a bit when he accidentally called him Ford at times but he pushed that down.
"So.. how'd ya get involved in all of this timeywimey portal thingimajig stuff with Ford?"
Fiddleford paused as he looked up For- no, Stanley he had to remind himself. Ford was gone now, probably dead in another dimension.
"We were.. college buddies at backupsmore. He called, looking for help an' I came. Nothing more to it"
Stan smiled tiredly. He still had such similar mannerisms to Ford. The way his eyes crinkled, the small frustrated huff they both did, the way he distrusted people innately. Minus a few personality traits and being stockier it was like looking into a depressing mirror.
"Thanks for all your help Fidds. I wouldn't got nothing done here these last few weeks without ya"
After that Stan was out like a light. Fiddleford sighed sadly. He brushed the hair from Stanfor- Stanley's face. He allowed himself a moment to pretend Ford was still here with him. He felt so alone
He had so many regrets over that night. Over not stopping Ford, not saying that he loved him, not being there to pull him out like Ford had done for him.
He'd do anything for a second chance.
He placed his hand under Stan's chin, stroking their cheek. He had an idea. He could get Ford back. It was wrong but he couldn't live without seeing Ford again.
May god forgive him for this plan because Stanley and Stanford never would
He went to Ford's lab and started to refurbish his memory gun. If he wanted this to work he would have to be extremely careful and make sure nobody would suspect a thing