You were on a road trip by yourself. Nothing big, just traveling through Oregon, taking in the beautiful scenery. You'd been gone for a week and a half. It was summer after all and you weren't needed anywhere currently, thankfully. You could take time for yourself.

That is until your car suddenly doesn't slow when you release the gas. Not even when you press the breaks. Fuck. did the breaks give out? You could've sworn they were still strong but—

There's not much time to think when you suddenly realize how fast you're going now. And some sort of shack in the distance is coming into view. Your eyes widen and you contemplate jumping from the speeding car for a moment before it's too late.

There's smoke everywhere and you're surprised you aren't dead. Quickly, you climb from the car, sputtering and coughing. You crashed directly into the side of the shack.

Not only are you relieved to be.. surprisingly fine, but you're panicking too. You just crashed into someone's house.

"What the fu—" a voice starts to shout before another cuts him off.

"Stanley!"

"I was gonna say fudge!" the first voice snaps.

A man rushes outside, eyes wide. "My shack!" he practically shrieks.

Another man, baring a strong resemblance to the first walks outside too, a strange gadget in his hand. A door of your car falls off its hinges, being pulled in by the gadget. A.. magnet? That strong?

The second man sighs. "It appears I need to test this thing more... Wait— There wasn't someone in there was there?!"

That's when the first man turns to you, eyes wide. He walks over, looking you over. "Are ya hurt? Ya ain't, are you? Can't exactly afford a lawsuit."

You stand in stunned silence. Was this.. real?

"Well, I'm not hearing a yes, so I'm gonna assume you're fine," he says. "Name's Stanely. Stan for short. That freak with the magnet is my brother Ford. Ah— Sorry about the car.. No hard feelings, right?"

At your silence, he frowns. "I can try to fix it up for you. It doesn't look too bad... Anyways, what's your name?"