Ford's Daughter? (Discontinued)

A Tale Of Two Stans: Pt 1

(Author's P.O.V.)

Everyone stared at the man who was supposedly Stan's brother. A woman then came came behind him. She had blondish white and grey hair with a scar over her top and bottom lip.
"After these long years of waiting, you're actually both here!" Stan approached them both with arms out. "Brother and sister!" Then, the other man punched him in the face. "Ow! What the heck was that for?!"
"This was an insanely risky move: restarting the portal, didn't you read my warnings?" His brother raised his voice.
"Honey, calm down." The lady put a hand on his shoulder.
"Warning shmarning (A/n: I don't know!!!), how's about a thanks from saving you both from, I don't know, some sci fi side-burn dimension?" Stan said.
"Thank you? You really think I'm gonna thank you after what you did to me thirty years ago?!"
"What I did?! Why you ungrateful-!" They both started to fight. The woman tried to split them apart but sadly the brother had pinned Stan on the ground.
"Hey, hi Mabel here, quick question: what the heck is going on here?!" She questioned.
"Stan, you didn't tell me there were children down here, and some kind of large hairless gopher?" The man gestured to Soos.
Soos laughed and said, "I get that a lot."
Stan got up from his brothers hold. "They're your family, Poindexter; Shermy's grandkids," Stan said.
"I..I have a niece and nephew?" He smiled and walked over to Mabel. He kneeled down to her height and shook her hand. "Greetings, do kids still say greetings? I haven't been in this dimension in a really long time." He greeted.
"Whoa, six-fingered handshake. It's a full friendly than normal." Mabel awed, amazed.
He chuckled. "I like this girl, she's weird."
Dipper stared at him. "I-I can't believe it..you're the author of the journals!" Dipper exclaimed.
"You've read my journals?" He pulled out his journal.
"I haven't just read them I've lived them! I've been waiting for so long to meet you, I don't know what to say, I have so many questions, I-" Dipper started to pant. Mabel had to pat his back because he was going to throw up.
"Look, there will be time for introductions later, but first, tell me Stan: is my child safe? Does anyone know about this portal? Anyone at all?"
"No, just us. Also maybe the entire U.S. government." Stan quickly spoke the last part.
"The what?!" He yelled.
"Hun, please, just calm down." The lady softly said.
"Yes, sorry Stella." He kissed her forehead sweetly. "Okay, it's alright, we got awhile before they find this room. We just need to stay low and think of a plan," the author started to write down in his journal.
"Well, looks like we're stuck here for awhile, who wants to tell us their entire mysterious backstory?" Said Mabel.
"Yes, I have some questions myself, Stanley."
"Stanley?" Dipper and Mabel turned around to their Grunkle.
"But, your name is Stanford," Mabel remarked.
The author paused. "Wait, you took my name?! What've you been doing all these years you knucklehead?!"
"Yeah Grunkle Stan, no more lies. You owe us some answers. What's the deal with this portal? Why'd you keep this a secret?" Dipper interrogated.
"And what happened with you and your brother?" Mabel added to the list of questions.
"I'm hoping all of this aligns with my fanfics, Stan. If not, I will be very disappointed." Soos crossed his arms.
"And Stan, is Tiffany okay?" Stella asked.
"I'm fine, and I've been fine since." Tiffany spoke, crossing her arms.
"T-Tiffany..?" The two other adults look at the 24 year old.
"Oh my god, you're okay!" The author walked up to her with open arms.
She refused their hugs. "You abandoned me for thirty years! How am I supposed to react you two coming back?!" She yelled, tears in her eyes.
"Tiffany, we're sorry we had left you. But now we're here." Stella spoke to her.
Tiffany ignored them, walking towards her cousins.
"Okay, okay, okay, I know I have a lot of explaining to do, it all started, a life time ago..."

~A Life Time Ago~

"1960-something. Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey. I lived with my ma and pa in the led paint district of the family pawn shop. Dad was a strict man: tough as a cinder block and not too easily impressed."
Mr. Pines was sitting in his chair, reading a newspaper.
"Mom was a pathological liar, which served her well as a phone psychic."
Mrs. Pines answered a ringing phone. "That'll be 99 cents an hour..no you're overpriced. Yeah I predicted you were gonna hang up." She checked out her nails.
"And then there was my nerdy twin brother, Stanford. As if his abnormally high I.Q wasn't enough. He also had a rare birth defect; six fingers on each hand. Which might've explained his weird obsession with sci fi mystery weirdness."
Young Stanford was writing in a journal with drawings of abnormal things.
"As for me, I had, what mom liked to call, personality."
Young Stanley had a bucket over her head and ran into his nightstand. Stanford jumped down from the top bunk to the ground. The two twins laughed and ran out. "But as different as we were, we were the perfect team. And everyday we wander around the beach, looking for adventure."
The two twins were searching in a cave, searching around. Then, they found a wrecked ship.
"A ship wrecked swim boat, possibly haunted by pirate ghost." Said Stanford.
"This is the greatest thing I've ever seen, and I once saw a dead rat floating in a bucket." Stanley joked.
"Ew, what's wrong with you?" Stanford playfully shoved his brother.
"Hmm..you know what this thing's missing?" Stanley hummed, rubbing his chin along with Stanford.
"Flags," Stanford said.
The two boys hung their shirts up as if they were sails. They both chanted, "Kings of New Jersey!" Over and over until they got a little bit close to the shoreline. They both got black paint and wrote Stan O' War on it.
"I dub thee the Stan O' War!" Stanford claimed. Suddenly, a small rock hit him in the back of the head. "Ow, hey what the heck?" The two twins looked at three bullies.
"Well well, I it ain't the loser twins. Nice boat, you get it at the dump?" The leader of the trio laughed, getting high fives from his two friends.
"You would know, Cram pelter! Get lost!" Stanley demanded.
"Listen dorks, and listen good: you're a six fingered freak, and you're just a dumber sweater version of him," the bully pointed at Stanford who was now embarrassed by his fingers. "and you're lucky you have each other because neither of you will ever make any friends." As the bullies walked away, a girl with blonde hair came up to them with a pink dress and sandals on came running towards them.
"I'm sorry I'm late you guys, what happened and wow! This boat is amazing!" She exclaimed. When she noticed Stanford's sad face, she sat down next to him. "Stanford?" She called his name softly.
He looked at his hand and closed them in a face. "He'll be fine, Stella, those bullies don't know what they're missing out on." Stanley said.
"Don't let those idiots get to you," Stella grabbed his shoulder.
"But I am a freak, I just wonder if there's anywhere in the world where weirdos like me fit in." Stanford muttered.
"Hey, chin up buddy, look: one of these days, you and me are gonna sail away from this dumb town. We'll hunt for treasure, get all the girls, and be an unstoppable team of adventurers."
"Yeah! So don't let them get in the way of your dreams, Stanford!" Stella hugged both of the brothers. Stanford blushed a little.
"You really mean it?"
"High six?" The two held out their hands.
"High six." All three high fived each other.

A/n: Part two will be coming out soon, I promise! My friend, Anna-Tris was watching over me the whole time I was writing this and I was going to do a story plot where Stella died in the dimension they were in, but then she would strangle me. Anyways, bye! ~Gravity_Faller