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Stanley scratched the ticket. A dollar sign, then another dollar sign. This was it! Stanley only needed one more dollar sign, and he won the grand prize! He scratched the last square on the ticket...

Fuck! A lucky clover.

Stanley grumbled in frustration and tore the lottery ticket to shreds. He never won anything, but he needed the grand prize to improve his life and finally be happy.
But luck was never on his side, and Stanley hated that.

He got out of his car to have a sigarette. It was already dark outside, and the gas station that he was at was deserted.

Stanley thought about his brother Stanford, about how Ford probably lived in a nice house, and how he wouldn't have to worry about getting by like how Stanley did.

After Stanley finished his sigarette, he got back in his car again and drove away, not knowing where he would go next.

After driving for hours, Stan found himself in a little town called Gravity Falls. It was hidden away inbetween the trees, and it was deserted, just like the gas station.

Stan just drove in circles through the town, not really watching out where he was going.
Then suddenly, another car appeared from around a corner, but Stan didn't see it in time, and they collided.

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Stanley was floating through a hot pink void which was filled with boring office stuff like staplers, paper clips and paper just floating around.

"Oh no, have I died and am I now in office-life hell?" Stanley sarcastly asked.

"Nope!" A strange voice said.

"Who was that?" Stanley looked around frantically, when he suddenly saw a yellow triangle with blue legs, a pink hat, a checkered pink tie, and one big eye with a blue pupil.

"I would call this place my version of heaven," It said. "I just LOVE paperclips."

"Oh god, you're the triangular version of my brother." Stanley signed, rolling his eyes.

The triangle giggled.
"No, I'm not like Stanford."

Stanley gasped a little and stared up at the shape.
"How do you know his name?"

"Someone I used to know told me about him."

Stanley just stared at the shape as it floated down to his level.

"My name is Pyramid Steve, but you can call me Steve, Stanley."

"Why am I here? Did I die?" Stanley asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, no. You're just unconscious," Steve paused for a second. "I have a deal that you might like."

"What is it?"

"I can give you eternal amounts of luck. For you see, I am the one and only Pyramid Steve: Demon of Luck."

"And what's the catch?" Stanley asked, crossing his arms over his chest. A deal never came without a price, he knew that.

"I will be allowed to take over your body when I like."

Stanley thought for a second. Eternal amounts of luck meant that he would finally win the lottery and be rich, but possesion?...
Stanley shrugged it off, what was the worst that could happen? And besides, he would be finally rich!

"It's a deal!" Stanly excitedly said, a grin on his face.

Steve manifested a hand made of pink fire, since he didn't have any of his own, and held it out towards Stanley.
"Let's shake on it, Stanley."

And that's what they did. Stanley shook Steve's hand without giving it a second thought.

"Oh my god sir! Are you alright?!" A panicked voice said as Stanley woke up.
That's when the luck began.

Stanley's car was absolutely wrecked because of the collision, but Stanley was suprisingly unharmed.
He looked down at his hands. They weren't even bruised.
He then looked back at the person who woke him up.

"Yeah, I'm fine."
He said as he got out of his wrecked car, and walked to the nearest shop where they sold lottery tickets.
He wanted to test out this new luck of his.

He bought a ticket, and scratched...

A dollar sign...

Another dollar sign...

Stanley took a deep breath, this could be it.
He scratched the last box.

A third dollar sign!

He won the lottery!

"Wow Steve, you really did bring me luck." He whispered to himself.

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Stan recieved his money: ten thousand dollars. He almost cried at the sight of all this money, and it was all for him and him alone. Now he wouldn't have to struggle to live for a while.

He bought a new car, and then drove around in it. But while he was driving, he felt something weird happen.
It felt like someone was ripping his soul from his body.
Then he blacked out.

Hours later, he found himself on the bathroom floor of some random house, with tons and tons of paperclips around him.

"Oh my god, Steve, what did you do?" He grumbled. Nothing replied.

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Stanford was researching an anomaly, when there was a knock on the door. He was a bit hesitant to open it because of all that happened with Bill, but he did it anyways.

His brother Stanley was standing infront of the door, but Stanford noticed that something was off.
Stanley's eyes weren't brown anymore, they were bright blue and didn't have pupils.

"Stanley, are you okay?" Stanford hesitantly asked.

"Woah pal, I'm not Stanley, hehe!" An unfamilair voice came from "Stanley's" mouth. "The name is Steve!"
He held out his hand towards Stanford, who stepped back a bit in suprise.

Steve then looked at Stan's hand. "Woah! Hands are cool!"
He looked back at Ford, before just entering his house without permission.
"Nice place ya got here!"

That's when Ford noticed something else. Steve was carrying two big bags full of paper clips.
He took the paper clips to the bathroom where he dumped them on the floor and started looking at all of them seperately, and eating a few.

"Steve, don't eat the paper clips." Ford said.

Steve didn't respond.

Ford repeated himself, louder this time: "Steve, don't eat the paper clips!"

This time, Steve reacted. He slowly turned around to face Ford.
He looked pissed off.

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Stanley laid there for a while, staring at the ceiling, when he heard a voice in his mind:

"Heya Stanley, thanks for the money so that I could buy paperclips!"
It was motherfucking Steve.

"What the fuck Steve?! You spent all of my money on paper clips?!"

No response.

"Fucking hell..." Stanley muttered to himself.

Ford walked into the bathroom, and Stan sat up.
"Ford? What the hell are you doing here?"

"This is my house, Stanley," Ford answered. "A being named Steve possesed you."

Stanley groaned. "It was a mistake to make a deal with him..."

"You did what?!"