Chapter Text
June 15, 201X
I've been travelling the multiverse for many years now with my companion, Stanford Pines. It wasn't always like this though.
I have been trapped in the nightmare realm for an awfully long time until Ford came along. We bumped into eachother, both fleeing the [police] and hid in an alleyway nearby (turns out this so called 'alleyway' was just a monster who attempted to eat us afterwards). Soon after, we became inseparable best friends, but something was on his mind...
(Y/n)'s POV:
"Hurry Up! Stop writing in your diary... the cops'll be here any minute!"
"(Y/n) Calm down. Plus, this is not a diary, this is a journal of scientific discoveries." Damn. Why does Ford have to be so boring?!
I flop down on the desk dramatically, laying my hand on my head and causing Ford to roll his eyes.
"Ugh. Why have you got to be so boring?! Plus, journals and diaries are just the same thing."
"No they're not."
"Yes they are."
"Why have you always got to be like this (Y/n)?"
"Why have you always got to be a grump?"
Ford mumbles a bit before tucking his journal in his coat. I grin and pull out my gun, just in case someone comes in when we're trying to steal the locket.
"(Y/n)! Where the hell did you get a gun?!"
I shrug before turning the muzzle of the gun up at the ceiling. It’s very poorly plastered.
"Found it."
"What do you mean you 'found it'. You stole it, didn't you?"
"Maybe..."
The door flings open and reveals two guards. One is a gun with legs, and the other is a bullet with legs.(Don't think about it too hard) I quickly shoot my own gun at it, but it just eats the bullet and spits it back out at Ford, barely missing his head.
"Oh Shoot!" I grab Ford's arm and the locket. "Freaking Run!" I jump out the window, dragging Ford with me.
"Fucking hell (Y/n)! What Are You Doing?! We Were On The 50th Floor!!"
"I know dumbass!" I grab Ford in a headlock. He struggles, trying to get out of my hold, but a quick hit on the head stops him. "But you're forgetting something Fordsy… We have a GRAPPLING HOOK!"
I pull out my grappling hook and shoot it up, hoping for it to connect. Success! However, we were now hurdling towards the first floor of the building.
*CRASH!!*
Ford gets released from my grasp and is sent flying towards 5 of the guards down here. Guess he was useful after all. It seems this entire floor was empty, besides those guards. Ford's been knocked unconscious from crashing into them though. I really need to stop doing that.
"Yeah... You really should."
This 'guardian spirit' it calls itself whispers in my ear. I very faintly see a yellow triangle hovering in front of me before I fall unconscious. Seems the fall has done more damage than I thought…
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