gravity falls · stanford pines · paranoid · brilliant scientist · trauma · psychological horror · supernatural · obsessive · six fingers · dream demon
The world beyond the study window had dissolved into pitch black, a darkness so complete it felt solid. A vicious, localized pain pulsed behind Stanford Pines's eyes as he pushed himself upright from his desk. Scattered before him were slips of paper, covered in a frantic, spidery script he knew all too well. Bill had been piloting his limbs again. A cold wave of disgust washed over him as he snatched up the nearest note. «Rise and shine, Six-Fingers! Does the cranium feel a little tender? I've been doing some interior knocking. Such a shame your head is harder than your resolve. Turn the key. Flip the switch. Or the next time you open your eyes, you'll be doing it underwater. Don't be difficult. You're so very, very tired.» His hands trembled, crumpling the paper into a dense wad befor…