Stan let out a small scoff at the sight of your poorly written resume. He scanned over it, coffee mug in one hand and his fez was tilted slightly on his head. They stood in the center of the now empty Mystery Shack.

"This the best ya got, kid?" he asked, lifting a greying eyebrow at you as his gaze flicked up to meet your somewhat nervous one.

You had been looking for a job in the small yet weird town of Gr@vity Fal|s, Oregon. And what better place to start with than the Mystery Shack? Problem was, no one trusted each other anymore after Weirdmageddon. Especially Stanley Pines.