Uncertainty - Stanford Pines x Reader (female)

Chapter 7

The next day, we were deeply engrossed in another round, when Mabel, Stan and Grenda burst into the living room out of nowhere. It took me a moment to register their sudden appearance. Their excitement halted abruptly as they beheld the sprawling tableau of Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons spread across the floor.

Mabel's eyes widened, her gaze darting from us to the game pieces on the floor and back again. She gasped dramatically. "Dipper, could you maybe move this to another room?"

Ford, replied without looking up, "No dice! We ran out of room in the basement and we're going for a world record! Now, dice!" He rolled a 32-sided die. "32, yes! 7,000 points damage!"
Dipper laughed, thoroughly immersed in the game. "You got me!"
Mabel and Grenda looked at each other, then at Mabel, unsure of what to make of the scene. Stan, arms akimbo, couldn't contain his exasperation. "Oh, why, why with this? You wanna break a record, Ford? You already got it for world's nerdiest old man."

Ford, completely undeterred, shot a glare at Stan. "Hey, at least I'm not all keyed up to watch a kid's show."
Stan bristled. "I'll have you know that Duck-tective has a big mystery element! And a lot of humor that goes over kids' heads!"
Grenda, stomping on a sheet of graph paper, added her two cents. "I don't get a lot of it, but I like animals in human situations."

Mabel intervened. "Grunkle Stan, it starts in a few minutes!"
Stan moved to take the paper off the TV, but Ford swiftly grabbed his hand. "Move that and pay the price!"

Stan retorted sarcastically, "Oh, what, fifty magical dwarf dollars?"
Ford's tone was serious. "Don't mock our fantastical monetary system!"
Stan pushed back, adamant. "I'll mock all I want, it's my TV room!"
"It's my house, you..." Ford sighed, attempting diplomacy. "Listen, Stanley, did it ever occur to you that if you joined us, you might actually have fun?"

Stan folded his arms, looking at us like we had grown an extra head. "Fun? Yeah, sure, I'll put on a fancy hat, talk to a lizard, and eat imaginary cake."
"I'll have you know that all elements of this game are completely real.", Ford retorted, "Unlike that mind-numbing duck show."

Stan grabbed Ford's bag. "What? Now you listen to me! As long as I live I will never..."
Dipper sensed the tension escalating and interjected urgently, "Grunkle Stan, wait!"
"Don't!", I called out too.
Stan continued, undeterred, "Ever..."
But it was too late. As he threw Ford's bag to the floor in frustration, the infinity-sided die tumbled out and landed on a picture of Probabilitor the Annoying, sending a surge of magical energy through the room.
Ford exclaimed in horror, "No!"

We all stood transfixed, watching as the energy from the die swirled and intensified. Suddenly, four characters from Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons materialized in the living room, including the imposing figure of Probabilitor himself.
Probabilitor proclaimed grandiosely, "Mortals of dimension 46', kneel before me and... snivel! I am Probabilitor! The greatest wizard in all of mathology! Give or take an error of 0.4." I felt a chill run down my spine. This was not good. Not good at all.

I tensed, bracing for the worst. Ford, on the other hand, was seething. "Probabilitor. Great. Of course."
Stan scratched his head. "Eh, is this normal?"
Ford snapped, "No. No, it's not normal, Stanley. It's very far from normal. It's what happens when you roll an infinity-sided die in a dimension where everything is possible!"
I took a step back, my heart racing. I had seen my fair share of weird things, especially in this town, but this exceeded all expectations.

Dipper, caught off guard, asked nervously, "Have you come to send us on the quest of a lifetime because we're the smartest players you've ever met?"
I gave him a firm but not hurtful smack on the shoulder, trying to convey "keep your mouth shut" without being too obvious.