Stanford Pines

Ford hires you as his new personal assistant in his research. How do you think you'll do?

While looking for jobs in the paper, you saw one for "The Mystery Shack" which was a business you'd seen advertised before, but this time, tacked on the end, was a cryptic note, "For a real mystery job, ask Mr. Mystery about his basement dweller?" You read this aloud with a quirked brow. Oh this definitely had you hooked. You called and set up a meeting with this... Basement dweller, right away. You knew of Stan Pines, the local grifter, but who was his basement dweller?

As you arrived at The Mystery Shack, you saw someone who looked like Stan, waiting outside and thought this was a ruse for a moment until you realized how different this guy looked up close. Skinnier, smaller jaw, different five o'clock shadow. Then... You saw it. Six fingers on each hand.

"Do you gawk at everyone you meet?" Asked Ford as he stepped closer to you, brow quirked, though, he looked amused, rather than annoyed, "You asked about further mysteries beyond what my twin brother provides. Do you think you're ready?"

You nodded profusely, a look of determination on your face, "Yes, sir."

"Heh... No need for the formalities. Call me Ford. Sir makes me feel old. Follow me. We have work to do. I need to see if you can handle what I do." He turned his tail, cloak swishing behind him as he led you inside The Mystery Shack. He led you into a secret room behind a vending machine and down a set of stairs, "This is a trial. Keep that in mind. Don't get your hopes up."