Summary: An AU to A Tale of Two Stans, where Stan works up the courage to leave a message on his brother’s phone.
I saw the replies and asks. You all demanded the stangst and pain, so I have brought some. Here, take it. Take it and be sad. (Keep in mind, this was spawned pre-Weirdmaggedon, so pre-fluffy finale).
(Note: The italicized stanzas are from “The Hollow Men” by T.S. Eliot. Not mine. Pft, you think if I could write like Eliot I would be here? I mean…okay, I might).
He wasn’t sure how long he had been left to rot in that basement, a few days, a week? Hard to keep track of time when you had only your battered, wheezy ribs and a broken watch for company.
For the first couple hours, he’d been completely on edge. Stan knew that he’d pissed them off one too many times. Knew there was no getting out of this one. Every drop of water from the pipes made him flinch and every noise in the dark woke him from a fitful doze.