trinketstealingzombie

[trinketstealingzombie]

Following up on my last post :) Let me know if you want a part 2!

Of course you noticed when Stanford started acting strange. Even after only knowing him for a few months you notice the variations in his usual behaviour. Being two of the only sane people in gravity falls, you and Stan often met up for some much needed social interaction in between lengths of research. Being the good friend that you are you decided to bring him some warm chicken soup with the secret intentions of finding out what the hell was wrong with him.

“Stannnnn” you called knocking on his front door balancing soup in one hand while you abused his front door. The house sounded quiet but his car was in the driveway. You see the shuffle of a shadow and bang on the door again.

“I know you’re in there bum.” You say slightly annoyed.

“If you want me to leave just say so, don’t play gam-“ your stopped mid sentence by the opening door swinging out an inch from your nose. Good lord he looks… yellow? He’s leaning up against the door frame if almost for support but by the look on his face you can tell he’s trying to be cool. There’s something foreign about his smirk and the devilish look in his eyes.

“Stan. Finally. I brought you soup!” You display your steaming tupperware waving it around his face. His eyes are distant as if he’s not listening causing a frown to tug on your lips.

“Come in.” He says. Turning, he heads inside. After closing the door behind you, you take in the state of his house. Slightly destroyed with some feeble attempts to amend the carnage . Cups of who knows what lay abandoned on the floor, the tables (or really any flat surface) lay covered in papers and diagrams scrawled depictions of otherworldly figures.

“Sorry I have not been feeling… much like myself lately” Stan’s says with a wave to the cluster of mess. His eyes land on the soup. He’s body reacts with a growl and a slight salivation.

“Don’t tell me you forget to eat Stan you numb scull” you say digging through the cabinet for a bowl or two while he watched intently . Normally you would not be digging around in his kitchen but something in the air fills you with a sense of urgency. You start to ladle out a portion.

“You’re right I’m such a numb scull, that must be why after all this time you’re the only one to come check up on me!” He says and you stop in your tracks.

“Stan…” you almost at a loss for words. All this time? How long has he been… troubled?

“Are you alright ?” you say gently looking directly into his eyes and finally you get some recognition. Stan looks straight into your eyes giving you a glimpse into the yellowish tint held in them. You wait for him to respond as he stands distracted in some far off thought. Too far for you to see in his eyes or any twitch of the face.

“Of course I’m alright darling” he says. You return to the soup sliding him a bowl. You hang you head to cover the blush. Darling. He must not be thinking straight. He immediately digs in ravenously devouring the soup. He asks for seconds. Thirds.

“Stan I’m really getting worried.” You say a slight waver in your voice. In the past you have had experiences with mental health issues. You have seen them manifest in the people you love. You glance again at the piles of papers note his erratic behaviour. You’re suddenly desperate to help him.

“What do you need me to do. I can help you please. Do you want me to help you tidy up a little bit.” You say as gently as you can. He looks distant for a second then his eyes skim over the room as if seeing it for the first time.

“I have been engrossed in my work. I have lost sight of my priorities in wake of a new discovery” He rises from the table where he was siting. Making his way over to you.

“Stay with me darling” he mutters his breath close to you neck. He moves closer to your ear.

“Stay.”

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