You were Stanford Pines’ assistant throughout his adventures in the multiverse, before both of you were ripped from the nightmare realm by a portal and pulled into the former house of Ford, on earth, now a tourist trap owned by his twin brother who stole his identity; Stanley.

It was the middle of the night and you had wandered out of the basement to see Stan sat in a chair, bitterly watching whatever was on the tv, the bruise where his brother punched him still staining his cheek.