Uhhhh I couldn't think of a title, but here's the scene I've been working on in my Pollution Powers AU. I'd like to write more for it, and while I do have a few scenes in mind to write, let me know if there's anything in particular you have an interest in seeing!
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“Stay away from any syringes!” Ma Pines called after Stan and Ford. The boys waved at her as they raced down the beach. The day after a storm was the best to go beach combing. The water and wind tossed up some of the strangest things.
“Heck yes!” Stan crowed, coming to a stop by a patch of black sand. He dropped to his knees to examine it more closely. Ford, however, walked past, his eye grabbed by a small, oddly shaped object a few feet away. He picked it up and turned it over in his hands.
It’s like a dented cardboard box but made of metal. Ford frowned. I’ve never seen anything like this before. What could it be? The metal began to grow warm. It quivered in Ford’s grip, like it was attempting to escape. Ford’s eyes widened. He quickly threw it away as hard as he could. The object landed a foot away, exploding upon contact with the sand.
Ford winced.
I suppose I’m lucky that thing was wimpier than I am. Nothing even hit me! …Right? Ford quickly looked down at his legs and arms. Dangit. At the beach, the glass was as ubiquitous as the sand, and he could see some slivers of classic Glass Shard Beach glass shards poking out of his skin.
“Great,” Ford mumbled. He reached for a larger shard sticking out of his forearm. Before he could grab it, however, the shard quickly sunk below his skin, leaving no trace behind. Ford’s jaw dropped. He poked at the unbroken skin. It didn’t even hurt. “Um, Stan?” Ford squeaked out. Stan, still engrossed in the black sand, didn’t respond. Ford opened his mouth to try to get Stan’s attention further but was interrupted.
“Boys?” Ma Pines shouted. Stan sprang to his feet as Ma Pines ran up to them. “Sorry, sweethearts, but the beach is too dirty today for you to play.” She grabbed each boy and began to lead them back to the car.
“The beach is never too dirty,” Stan argued.
“Today it is,” Ma Pines said firmly. Ford looked back at the patch of sand disturbed by the explosive.
“I think,” Ford said slowly, “you are correct.”
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Ford’s eyes snapped open. The darkness of the room he shared with Stan was a stark contrast to the dream of that day on the beach. There was a faint dripping sound from somewhere. Ford dragged his hands down his face.
Not this again. He rolled onto his belly to peer over the side of the bed. In the dark, he could barely make out liquid dripping from the bottom bunk onto the floor. Fantastic. Ford grabbed a cheap magnet off the side of the metal bunk bed and threw it in the general vicinity of the bottom bunk.
“Wake up, Stan. You’re having another fucking wet dream.” The strange, bubbling snoring from the bottom bunk stopped.
“…Whoops,” Stan’s voice said. His words slurred a bit, as they tended to when he was in his inhuman form. Ford squinted. Without his glasses, Stan was blurry, but his twin appeared to be in human form again. At the very least, the dripping had stopped.
The slurring was likely from tiredness.
“You’ve been having those a lot lately,” Ford pointed out. Stan was the one to dub reverting to his oil form while asleep as having a wet dream. Ford, tickled, went along with it. “Do you have any theories as to this sudden uptick?”
“Uh, Teach thinks it’s ‘cause I’ve been spending so much time in oil form, practicing,” Stan said sleepily. “My body’s getting used to it as a normal thing or whatever.”
“Oh,” Ford said. He laid back in bed. “Well, you’ll have to kick that habit before we go back home. Mom won’t put up with you making that mess every night.” Stan was silent. “Did you fall back asleep?”
“No.” The bottom bunk creaked. “I, uh, I don’t know if I wanna go back home.” Ford frowned.
“What?”
“I don’t think I wanna go back home.”
“The day I arrived, you were going on and on about how much you miss the boardwalk and beach and…” Ford shook his head. “Why don’t you want to return home?”
“You saw how everyone reacted when my stupid power showed up,” Stan mumbled. Ford winced. Stan’s body had turned to oil in the middle of the school hallway while he was flirting with Carla McCorkle. Not only did every student nearby begin panicking, but Carla also dumped Stan before he could get out a single word. “And even when I was able to keep it under wraps enough to work in the shop and go back to school, everyone acted like I had the damn plague! No matter what, everyone knows what I am. And they’re never gonna treat me right ever again.”
“Rather hypocritical of you,” Ford muttered under his breath. The bottom bunk creaked again.
“What did you say?” Stan snapped.
“You’re being rather hypocritical!” Ford snapped back. “You speak of fearing mistreatment back home, but have no qualms with mistreating people here! People who are just like us!”
“Okay, wanna stop talking like you’re a professor and just tell me what you’re getting at?”
“The McGuckets!”
“What? I’ve never done anything to Fiddlesticks.”
“That’s a lie,” Ford scoffed. “Before his sister arrived to be the new punching bag, you constantly talked about how he wasn’t ‘enough of a freak’ to be here.”
“His power is mostly being smelly and dirty. That’s just what happens when you’re on a farm,” Stan said dismissively. “I didn’t say any of it to his face, anyways.”
“That doesn’t mean he didn’t notice,” Ford said. Stan huffed. “But I was primarily referring to his younger sister.”
“Angie probably doesn’t even have a power,” Stan muttered.
“Why would she be here if she didn’t?” Ford pointed out. “The Gravity Falls School for Contaminated Youth isn’t exactly a prestigious prep school, despite the administration’s best attempts.” Stan didn’t say anything. “I know you don’t really think Angie is a normie.”
At least, I hope you don’t.
“Fine. Maybe I don’t. But why hasn’t she used her power in front of everyone?”
“Not all powers are one’s default state! I’ve barely used my power in front of people! And I can’t imagine that the treatment from you and the company you keep is helping matters. She’s probably too overwhelmed to even attempt her power in front of everyone.”
“Oh, so this is all about me spending time with Jimmy, huh? You’re just being jealous?”
“No, this is about how you insult and degrade some poor girl after spending our entire lives defending me from the same behavior! Though, to be quite frank, I do think Jimmy’s influence on you has been a major factor in your bullying!” A familiar feeling spread across Ford’s skin, as though cold slime was slowly being poured onto him. Ford looked down at his hands. His skin had turned to glass, revealing the muscles, bones, and organs beneath.
Shit. Not again! Ford quickly scanned the room for something that he and Stan wouldn’t miss. His gaze landed on a discarded cardboard box they hadn’t thrown out yet, which their latest care package from Shermie had arrived in. Good enough.
“I don’t-” Stan started furiously. Before he could get out any other words, the cardboard box exploded, leaving a black charred stain on the carpet. “Did- did you just-”
“You know it happens when I get pissed off,” Ford muttered. The cold, slimy feeling faded as his skin returned to normal. Lights turned on in the hallway, followed by the sound of footsteps. Ford quickly rolled over, facing the wall. Stan began to emit loud, clearly fake snores. The door opened, spilling light into the room. After a few moments, the door closed again. Ford breathed a sigh of relief. The guards typically did the bare minimum, as was the case this time.
The light in the hallway turned off. Ford waited for Stan to stop snoring so they could resume their conversation. However, the cartoonish snoring continued. Ford scowled.
Really? Pretending to be asleep to avoid talking? He closed his eyes. Well, if he wants to be done, then we can be done.
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