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Chapter 15: Blood in the Water

1. "STANLEY!" Ford screamed in horror as he watched his brother crumple like a bloody rag doll, Rico standing over him with an expression full of so much manic glee that Ford thought he’d be sick. Stan had warned him, he’d warned him, but still Ford wasn’t ready for how truly terrifying Rico was. He understood now, all too well, why Stan had been scared. Beyond his horror, however, was anger.

2. "Nice try, Paul Bunyan, but we ain’t stickin’ around. Now stay put, or I start slicing." Brico warned, dragging the knife across the side of Stan’s neck, causing a thin line of red to appear.

3. "H-hey…" Jimmy rasped. Nolan stared at him, then poured a cup of water and handed it over wordlessly. Jimmy drank two cups gratefully before sagging against the bed with a sigh.

Chapter 3: Not The Only Anomaly Here

1. "Greetings! My name is Stanford Pines, and I'd appreciate it if you could stop destroying my house. Can you show yourself to me?" Stan rolled his eyes.

"Destroying your house? It wasn't exactly put together when I got here." 

"Can you hear me? Make something float if you can." Ah, right, Ford couldn't hear him. Stan tried making the head float again, but nothing happened, and his hands phased through it as a wave of dizziness swept over him. Great, great– Fucking– Of course his ghost powers stop working right when he needs them the most, 'cause why not? 

2. What was he gonna do? He couldn't leave, and he couldn't seem to make contact with Ford, not that he really wanted to anymore. He had a feeling his presence wouldn't be well received. Maybe he could find a nice corner to haunt or something.

3. All his life, Stan's done nothing but mess things up, ride on everyone else's coattails... 

"Sheesh, this is just depressing."

Stan sat up. What was that? Was someone in here? That voice didn't sound like Ford.

"Nah, not Ford, but I was a friend of his if that makes you feel better."

4. "Can you stop reading my mind or whatever?! It's creepy!"

"Sure thing, Mac, sorry about that." Bill didn't sound very sorry. "Look, I gotta admit, I'm surprised to see you here, especially like this. What happened?"

"Died, I guess. I dunno. Now I'm stuck here and I can't leave."

Bill looked at him in an almost pitying way. "Sorry to hear that. I know how it feels to be nothing but a ghost, haunting a guy who does nothing but push you away." 

Stan looked up, surprised. "You do?"

Here’s a few snippets of chapter 13: “Maddest Man This Town Has Ever Seen”:

1. Ford and Stan had just shut the door behind them when Jimmy ran up, pale as a ghost.

"We've got a problem," He said, jittering slightly. Stan's jaw clenched.

"What is it?" Ford asked.

"Rico. He's here, I think.”

2. "Well, that'll certainly give us an edge over Rico and Bill. We should see if Fiddleford's nearly done with his invention. We don't have a lot of time left."

Stan grimaced. "Geez Ford, make it sound more ominous, would ya?" He said with a huff, following after Ford. His brother was right, though, they probably didn't have a lot of time left. Stan could only hope their plan would be enough.

3. There was a loud 'thwip,' a shocked wheeze followed by gurgling, and then the thin man was falling to his knees, blood pouring from his mouth and dripping onto Stan's leg.

4. "Ford, I'm lightyears away from bein' calm, ok? I ain't gonna be calm until Rico and Bill are gone." He jumped again when a shadow figure moved in his peripheral vision. "Shit!"

5. Stan let out a bark of pain, rolling onto his side, the kick having aggravated the bruising left from both the fights with Bord and with Jimmy. He kicked out wildly, but the man caught his ankle and pulled, causing Stan to flip onto his back again.

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1. "Perfect! That looks good. Now I'll just comb your hair quick." Ford said, doing just that. Jimmy looked taken aback as Ford examined the comb, nodded, and used the tweezers to place the hair in one plastic bag, setting it aside. The final test simply involved swobbing Jimmy's mouth, the swob being put in the second plastic bag afterward. Once everything was packed away, Ford placed his hands behind his back, face solemn.

"What's the first thing that comes to mind when you think of forks?"

2. "Wouldn't it be easier to have Rico come to us? Set up a trap here?" Nolan asked. Stan shook his head.

"Easier, maybe, but a whole lot more dangerous. Rule number one when dealin' with a guy like Rico is to never let 'em get too close. In the cabin, it's cramped. Too many places to get stuck with a wall at your back."

3. "I ain't fuckin' psychic, Ford. But–" Stan studied Jimmy's face and body language. "Yeah. He's tellin' the truth."

4. "Can we talk?" Jimmy asked. Fuck. Stan swallowed thickly and nodded. This was gonna happen eventually, wasn't it? Best to get it over with fast, like ripping off a bandaid or whatever. They sat back down with a pregnant pause. When they finally spoke, it was at the exact same time.

1. "Right then. Guess it's a start. Let's go–" Stanley stood and made to walk through the front door. Ford raised his hands.

"Stanley, wait! Jimmy's only been in jail for a few hours, that's not nearly enough time for us to be certain whether or not Bill is still in his head."

"Well, what are we supposed to do until then, stand around and twiddle our thumbs?"

2. "Stanley, I really am sorry I pushed you away. I've... missed this. I've missed you."

Stan's eyes glazed over, causing him to blink rapidly. "I– Yeah. Yeah, I've, uh, missed you too, pal."

"Once this is all over, maybe we can... I don't know... reconnect? There's so much I want to show you here. You could claim a room in the cabin and we could explore together!"

Stan stared at him with wide eyes, expression one of surprise. "You'd... want me to stay?"

What? How could Stan think Ford would want anything else? Well, perhaps Ford could understand why, actually. "Of course! I mean, if you're amicable..."