Wrong Coordinates. { Stanford Pines x Reader }

Unexpected Arrival.

Ford had been sequestered in the confines of his laboratory, immersing himself in an ambitious project that consumed both his mind and spirit. For months, he had been tirelessly developing a groundbreaking device designed to facilitate rapid travel across vast distances, a contraption that he hoped would allow him and his brother, Stan, to visit family members scattered around the globe at a moment's notice. This dream of connecting with loved ones fueled his determination, pushing him to work long into the night, surrounded by blueprints, equipment, and a clutter of half-finished prototypes.

But the pursuit of this noble goal came at a cost. The relentless hours he spent hunched over his workbench began to take their toll. As the days turned into nights and the nights stretched back into days, his eyes grew heavy with fatigue. Every blink felt like a monumental effort, and his once-quick reflexes began to slow. Despite the urgency of his mission driving him onward, his body was protesting the lack of rest, signaling that he had crossed a boundary into exhaustion.

He hasn't always excelled in the art of physically assembling gadgets and devices;However, he has been diligently working to improve his skills, and now he finds himself focused intently on the final screw of his latest invention. With a determined look on his face, he carefully tightens that last screw, ensuring everything is just right.

Once he feels satisfied with the assembly, he holds his creation up high, a triumphant smile spreading across his face as he lets out a heavy sigh of relief, feeling the weight of his hard work lift off his shoulders. He's excitedly thinking about the possibilities that this new gadget holds and quickly scribbles some notes down in his journal then firmly shutting it and carrying it under his arm he begins typing in coordinates that he knows well.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves and heighten his anticipation, he positions his finger above the big, shiny button that will activate his invention. His heart races with excitement as he presses his finger down. In an instant, a blinding flash erupts from the device, enveloping him in radiant light and sending him away from his lab in a heartbeat. Just like that, he vanishes, leaving behind only echoes of the excitement and potential that await him on the other side.


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You stretch your tired limbs as you reluctantly pull yourself out of bed, the soft sheets and cozy blankets still clinging to you like a warm embrace. As your gaze falls on the glowing numbers of your bedside alarm clock, the bright digital display blinks "4:30." A heavy sigh escapes your lips, a sound mingling with the early morning quiet. Rubbing your eyes in a futile attempt to shake off the remnants of sleep, you finally rise from your warm, comfortable bed, a small reluctance tugging at you as you leave the cocoon of warmth behind.

Your mouth feels like sandpaper – dry and tacky – a clear sign that you need water soon. With a sense of heaviness in your limbs, you drag your tired body through your dimly lit house and navigate the stairs leading down to the kitchen. The night still hangs heavy in the air, and your tired mind wanders blindly through the dark corridors, relying on memory as you fumble for the light switch.

When you finally find it and flip it on, the sudden brightness is almost painful, forcing you to squint your eyes in defense against the sharp glare. You blink a few times, trying to adjust to the excessively bright surroundings as you grope your way across the cold tiled floor, the chill sending small shivers up your spine.

Once you reach the cupboard, you open the door and reach inside, your fingers reluctantly brushing against the cool glassware that awaits you. You select a glass, the weight of it familiar against your palm. A shiver runs through you again at the rush of cold air in the kitchen as you stand there, clad only in a thin tank top and a pair of panties, your body temperature dropping even further.