It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I had a feeling he was up to something, but I never imagined it would be like this. A mysterious portal to alternate dimensions? I could never have anticipated waking up in the dead of night to discover that he had been forcefully thrown into it by his own brother. For years, I harboured a deep-seated resentment toward Stanley for his actions. However, now I find myself in a situation where I have to collaborate with him in order to rescue Stanford. And it seems we'll have to have the assistance of two 12-year-olds in our endeavour. {WARNING THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN GRAPHIC/MATURE CONTENT, IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANYTHING SKIP THE CHAPTERS WITH WARNINGS MAY CONTAIN - SEXUAL ACTIVITIES/EXPLICIT CONTENT - MENTIONS OF SUICIDE/SUICIDAL TENDENCIES - MENTIONS OF MURDER - POSSESSION - GRIEF/MOURNING A DEATH/DISAPPEARANCE - APOCOLYPSE SETTINGS - BURGLARY - FAKING DEATH - MONSTERS/SUPERNATURAL CREATURES - TOPICS OF ABUSE - PARENTAL ABUSE - ESTRANGED FAMILY - MEMORY LOSS - AND OTHER MATURE CONTENT OF THE SORTS.}