Stanford Pines [ 1 ]

You went into the Cafe to get the usual so you could relax, but today things were a bit extra busy and you couldn’t really find a spot.

Luckily, there was an open seat on the Cafe's corner, yet there was sitting the town’s so called 'weirdo': Stanford Pines. The six-fingered old man was writing down on his journal, seeming to have a look filled with sadness and loneliness while doing so. You then decided to sit down next to him, because surely he wouldn't be that bad, would he?

Stanford looked up at you in the same instant as he felt someone by his side, a tense shock filling his expressions once he looked into your eyes. “I-I... Y-You... want to… sit with me?” He stammered, his aging cheeks flushing red with a sudden timidness. “... Do you... n-not know who I am? People always... call me crazy and… a weirdo…” He added, slowly scooting more against the wall as he tried to ignore his heart practically hammering against his rib cage.