Little Dipper

Jorge

Stan massaged his knuckles as the illusion of their fallen father disappeared. "Okay, Keith. What's next?" He asked, giving him a challenging gaze.

Keyhole smirked and stepped to the side as a figure stepped out of the wall from behind him. Stan gasped, Bill frowned, and Ford looked confused.

"N-No..." Stan breathed. "Not you..."

"Stan? Stan, it's just an illusion." Bill reminded him.

"Stan, who is this?" Ford asked.

The large Mexican man standing across from Stan gave a cold smile before raising his gaze to look Stan in the eyes. Or rather, stare Stan down. "Stan Pines. ¿Cuánto tiempo ha pasado? Tú deberías estar muerto."
(Stan Pines. How long has it been? You should be dead.)

"Jorge..." Stan swallowed nervously, taking a step back. His body was shaking, his mind racing with memories of being beaten and shoved into a car trunk. His teeth ached at the memory and he reached up to cover his mouth. "Bien, tú me conoces. Soy un superviviente." He replied, lowering his hand.
(Well, you know me. I'm a survivor.)

"Tú eres una sucia rata callejera eso es lo que eres. ¿Tú realmente pensaste que podrías escapar de mi? ¿Después de todo lo que he hecho por ti, Tú piensas que un poco de suplicar seria suficiente para perdonar un error tan grande? ¡Imbécil!" Jorge growled.
(You're a filthy street-rat is what you are. You really thought you could escape me? After all I've done for you, you think a little bit of begging would be enough to forgive such a big mistake? Imbecile!)

"lo sé, lo arruine." Stan said grimly. "Rico vino después de mi, también."
(I know, I messed up.) (Rico came after me, too.)

"¿Rico? ¿Ese bufón?" Jorge chuckled. "Un pequeño hombre pensado que es uno grande."
(Rico? That buffoon?) (Small man thinking himself a big man.)

"¡Y encontré a mi hermano! ¡Y él realmente se preocupa por mí, como dije! ¡Él solo estaba... distraído antes!" Stan continued.
(And I found my brother! And he really does care about me, l-like I said! He was just...distracted before!)

"¡Bah! ¿Tú realmente crees que él te quiere?" Jorge laughed. "Tú mismo lo dijiste, tú estabas reteniendo a tu hermano."
(Bah! You really think he wants you?) (You said so yourself, that you were just holding your brother back.)

Ford was having trouble understanding the rapid-fire Spanish. "Uh, Bill, are you getting any of this?"

"...Not...really. I mean, I'm trying, but they're going way too fast." Bill admitted.

"Are you?" Ford looked at Keyhole.

"Si." Keyhole grinned.
(Yes.)

"Yo estaba realmente en un mal sitio en aquel momento. Quiero decir... él nunca contestaba su teléfono y yo estaba sin techo..." Stan looked unsure. "Pero, estamos mejor ahora ¡no importa lo que haya dicho antes! ¿Ves? ¡Él esta aquí ahora!" He gestured to Ford.
(I was in a really bad place at that time. I mean...he didn't answer his phone, and I was homeless...) (But, we're better now, no matter what I said before! See? He's right here!)

"Si, lo veo." Jorge said, looking at Ford. "Eso no cambia nada entre nosotros, sin embargo. Solo si él tiene cien millones de pesos para mí en esas grandes botas."
(Yes, I see.) (It changes nothing between us, though. Unless he has a hundred-million pesos for me hidden in those big boots.)

"Yo se que lo arruine, ¡pero estoy seguro que tengo suficientes dolares para convertirlos en pesos para ti por ahora!, si tú me das un poco de tiempo para--" Stan was abruptly cut off by Jorge swinging a large fist into his cheek.
(I know I messed up, but I've surely got enough dollars to convert to pesos for you by now, so if you just give me a bit of time to--)

"Stan!" Ford and Bill ran to his side.

"¿Un poco de tiempo, para qué? ¿Huir de nuevo? Tú eres muy bueno en desparecer, Stan Pines y yo no te daré otra oportunidad de hacerlo de nuevo. ¡Dame mis cien millones de pesos ahora!" Jorge reached into his coat and pulled out a gun, aiming it at Stan's forehead.
(A bit of time to what? Run off again? You are very good at the disappearing act, Stan Pines, and I'm not giving you the chance to do it again. Give me my hundred-million pesos right now!)

"Whoa, whoa! There's no need for that!" Bill cried.

"¡Mantente fuera de esto!" Jorge turned his gun on Bill before aiming it at Stan again.
(Stay out of this!)

"Keyhole? We need a hint!" Ford said, looking at him. "What does he want?!"

"Money that Stanley cost him years ago, when he screwed up a high-profile job." Keyhole chuckled a bit. "He's nooooot happy."

"Well, how do we solve this? What makes the illusion go away?" Bill asked. "We'll be here forever at this rate!"

"Well, at least until the illusion kills him." Keyhole shrugged.

"What?!" Bill and Ford yelled in unison.

"If you believe in something enough, it will come true. If he believes he has really been shot, chances are that he will act like he has just been shot in the head and die." Keyhole chuckled. "Isn't the human mind a fascinating place?"

"Will beating the crap out of him work?" Bill asked.

"Or you could offer him something else." Keyhole suggested.

"Mira ¡Yo no tengo nada conmigo ahora, realmente! ¡Todo esta en mi casa!" Stan pleaded, tears slipping down his cheeks as his body trembled in fear of the barrel pressed against his forehead.
(Look, I don't have anything on me right now, honest! It's all at my house!)

"Something else?" Bill snapped his fingers and conjured up a pile of gold bars. "Look! Gold!"

That caught Jorge's attention and he aimed his gun at Bill before kneeling to examine the gold bars. He watched them suspiciously as he gathered them up in his pack and then stepped back a few feet. "Has comprado tiempo, pero quiero mi dinero. Tú me debes, Pines." He disappeared into the wall with the pack.
(He's bought you time, but I still want my money. You owe me, Pines.)

"Okay...did we win?" Ford asked.

"Eh...two out of three. I practically had to walk you through that one." Keyhole shrugged. "Go on through." He snapped his fingers and a door appeared. Stan and Ford ran through, but Bill hung back a bit.

"I'm going to kick your ass when we get out of here." Bill said firmly.

"Better pick your battles wisely, I could trap you in that night forever, ever reliving that experience in all the fine details that I've collected from Kryptos' mind." Keyhole warned him, narrowing his eyes as they changed from teal to red.

Bill paled and hurried through the door.

Keyhole nodded and walked into the wall, leaving the room empty.