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Ford finds some notebooks that Stan’s been writing in these past thirty years. They suggest a… concerning mental state.
AKA, Immediately after Ford learns that his dear brother is and has been suicidal, aforementioned brother walks in the room. Ford does not cope with this very well.
AKA Feral Ford is NOT going to let that man harm himself and CANNOT communicate that verbally
(Taking this off anonymous because damn, I’m not the only person who needs these kinds of fics, huh? So I’m gonna stop sequestering them.)
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26 Jun 2026
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**Set directly after Ford's ultimatum in AToTS**
He started the reclamation of the house in the basement, it may be his house, but he did give Stanley till the end of summer to get his things together. No reason to stress the children in his twins' care when Ford could just clean up his biggest regret. in the viewing room he finds a few boxes with a lot of low-quality spiral notebooks, he begins to read them in an attempt to find out who wrote them.
Every entry is from Stanley over the last thirty years, all his thoughts and ideas and feelings.
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26 Jun 2026
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“Couldn’t talk for a month after I got out of that goddamned city. Just clammed up. Started sweatin’ like I was hunted every time I opened my mouth.”
He rolls his shoulders up and down like an ocean wave.
“Figured that was it, I was permanently fucked up. Finally broke something I couldn't stitch back together.”
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What if there was no hang fire?
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26 Jun 2026
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Seven years after being thrown out of his home, Stan gives up. Despite all his efforts, he’s a nobody who has come to nothing. So he decides to make his way to a remote bridge in the middle of the night, intent on ending it all.
He’s found and saved by someone unexpected.
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26 Jun 2026
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"What the hell happened to you?" Techno asked, narrowing his eyes at Tommy and looking him over.
"Damn, fuck you too." Tommy muttered, brushing off some of the dirt on his jeans. It didn't really do anything, but he felt better about it.
He knew he looked like shit. He literally didn't have one of his shoes, and his clothes were in tatters as he only had one set and couldn't really wash it, not that there would be a point to. He was covered in dirt, and he was pretty sure his shirt had a bunch of old blood stains on it. Which definitely didn't help his case.
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Or: the bedrockbros post-exile fic where I decided Tommy should get to heal, get a kinda family, and absolutely murder that mf. With some bonding moments along the way.
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