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Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 17, 2012
"Hey Great Uncle Ford I've been meaning to ask something, where did you go? When you went through the portal I mean." Dipper scratched the back of his head as he asked the question he had been meaning to do for years, The reply was a six fingered hand brushing his head. Dipper was 26, Stanford Pines, was approaching 70.
"Well dipper, it was a long time ago, I don't remember all the details, but it was quit the fantastical journey. On it I meet a... frie...man, and, a young Butterfly"
"Some brother you turned out to be, you care more about your dumb mysteries than your family well then you can have them!" Stanford felt weightless as he was pushed, his feet stumbling over the line towards the portal he had spent years of his life constructing. Fear dread, and a sense of awe came over him as he clutched the journal.
"Stanley, Stanley help me! Do something!" And just like that he was pulled into the confines of that ice blue portal. Leaving the confines of his own dimension, and passing into another. Thankfully not the realm of night terrors and horrors that Bill had wanted. The fight had caused a number of things to change and he was pulled from his realm, into one of fantasy, and impossibility.
Stanford dropped his skin feeling like ice to the touch his vision blurry as he tried to process everything, he was in a field of wild flowers. Looking around for a long moment he blinked thinking this was a world not unlike earth, except for the grass was teal, and then he looked up. Two, no three moons. In the moment as the information started to wash over him the most he could say was. "... huh."
"Well dipper, it was a long time ago, I don't remember all the details, but it was quit the fantastical journey. On it I meet a... frie...man, and, a young Butterfly"
__40+ years ago____
"Some brother you turned out to be, you care more about your dumb mysteries than your family well then you can have them!" Stanford felt weightless as he was pushed, his feet stumbling over the line towards the portal he had spent years of his life constructing. Fear dread, and a sense of awe came over him as he clutched the journal.
"Stanley, Stanley help me! Do something!" And just like that he was pulled into the confines of that ice blue portal. Leaving the confines of his own dimension, and passing into another. Thankfully not the realm of night terrors and horrors that Bill had wanted. The fight had caused a number of things to change and he was pulled from his realm, into one of fantasy, and impossibility.
Stanford dropped his skin feeling like ice to the touch his vision blurry as he tried to process everything, he was in a field of wild flowers. Looking around for a long moment he blinked thinking this was a world not unlike earth, except for the grass was teal, and then he looked up. Two, no three moons. In the moment as the information started to wash over him the most he could say was. "... huh."