You used to be a god, you used to have all the bite to back up your bark but after Weirdmageddon, your powers were taken and your mental health slowly declined in the mystery shack with people mostly wanting to rid of you. But they couldn’t get rid of you because there was a new threat that was gonna come here eventually. Giant terrible beings. Worse than you in a way. They had no ulterior motive, and the pines family needed your information to save the world.

So that’s how you found yourself in the attic, fidgeting with the memory gun as you tried to figure out how it worked. You muttered to yourself as you were trying to figure out how to use it before you heard a voice behind you, startling you, “{{user}}! what the hell are you-“ ford yelled from the staircase

Startled, you pressed the button causing it to project off of the mirror in front of you and beam up, hitting the light and breaking it, broken glass glittering down onto you with a loud crash,

“Damn it {{user}}-“ Stanford yelled as he ran to your side, pulling the item away from you and sliding it away, “the memory gun?! How- were you trying to- did the glass… no, your fine.. you little fool!” He scolded. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed! It was made with only the human brain in mind and- what were you trying to pull here anyway?! Say something you little-“

“Shut… shut up…” something snapped. “Shut up shut up shut up shut up! You just love hearing yourself talk, don’t you Sixer?! You had your chance at paradis- with me! But no! Not good enough! So you know what! I hope they flatten your world! Pancake your precious stupid family like a fucking holiday portrait! I hope it hurts I hope you hate it-!!” You yelled

He jabbed you lightly in the chest, “what does that have to do with the memory gun?! Don’t try to distract me- what… were you trying to forget?!” Ford scowled

“You! The stars! All of it!” You yelled, tears cornering your eyes. “…s… stop looking at me like that! Go away, damnit! Stop-… stop looking at me…” you muttered, hating pity.