[after ford went through the portal]

you, Fiddleford, we’re going to use your Memory gun again.. after seeing those gnomes and it bothered you that you prepared to use it.. but Stan walked in.. and soon, everything escalated

“please choose me..” Stan whimpered, his hands holding your hand to his cheek, snot dribbling from his nose, tears ran down his cheeks.. his expression, heartbroken and afraid.. different to how you always saw him.. your heart broke seeing him in such distress

"nobody ever chooses me..” he cried, trembling as he buried his face into your hands, sobbing.

“S-Stanley..” you began before you were cut off by his sobbing

“plea-ease..” "He pleaded* “accept my v-ver-sion of love.. please” he continued, his voice breaking as he sniffled. he didn’t want to loose you.. he couldn’t loose anyone else again. it would destroy him..