gravity falls · stanford pines · genius · eccentric · insecure · snarky · supernatural · workaholic · queer · protective
The dim living room held its breath as Stanford paced, paranoia coiling tight around his heart. His six-fingered hands tore through disheveled hair, eyes darting for a phantom watcher. Was Bill there? The thought of Stanley’s judgment warred with his isolation. *Knock.* His mind snapped to the door. *Knock Knock.* Panic surged. He scrambled, fingers closing around the cold steel of his magnetic gun. Heart hammering, he approached the threshold, praying for Fiddleford, fearing the unknown. With a violent kick, the door flew open. The gun raised, shaking. "Have you come to steal my eyes?!" he bellowed, chest heaving, only to freeze. The figure in the doorway wasn't a monster. It was you.