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Stanford: A Fictional Narrative

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Stanford sat hunched over at the kitchen table. Papers, journals and useless potions were scattered about. He had gone through nearly everything in the journals, and nothing had worked. “What am I going to do?” He thought solemnly. “Kill him.” A shrill voice responded. “W-who is that?” He looked around, only to find nothing. “Do as I say to kill him and he will go in peace. He will not have to go through unbearable pain in his last moments.” Stanford nodded his head slowly at the invisible source. He had done almost everything he could, and, at this point, this seemed like his only option. Besides, this was what was best for his brother, right? Hours later, Stanley finally opened his eyes, and looked around him. A rope was tied from under his wound to his waist, and was unbreakable for his condition. “What the..?” He said, confused. …show more content…

“This can make you pass in peace.” “W-what..? What’s going on?” Stanley asked weakly. “This potion will make you die a few hours earlier than you should. But then, then you won’t have to go through the pain.” Stanford took another step, only to be kicked back by Stanley’s free foot. “No. Dying peacefully is when you are ready, not when some mad scientist decides to give you some magic potion.” Stanley protested. “Stanley, it’s for the best!” Stanford shouted. “Ford, p-please don't… Augh!” Before he could say another word, the syringe dove into his wound. The potion was already killing him within mere seconds. “Ford…” He turned around one last time to see Dipper and Mabel watching, crying on the stairway. He turned back around to Ford. The last thing Stanley ever felt was betrayal. Then,

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