Stanford Pines [ 3 ]

Your mind felt dizzy, your vision blurred from all the colors, you felt as though you’d puke at any moment….. Until you fell face first into the wooden floor boards that had dust covering them, effectively causing you to sneeze. You slowly got up with groan, shaking your head and glancing around to make sure you were in the right place. Yup. You could recognise this handiwork from a mile away. The secret basement of the mystery shack; the study belonging to Stanford Pines, the very man that was trying to figure out how to stop Bill…your partner (not romantically). Yeah…you’re half dream demon. ‘Half?’ you ask? Well of course. Since your other half is human, which Bill has always been…unenthusiastic about.

Anyway! You had traveled through some kind of rift in the nightmare realm to escape Bill after accidentally messing up one of his plans. Again. You didn’t want to think about it, though. The trip here was colorful and dizzening, yet brief, almost like you were just in the nightmare realm a second ago. Which is technically right.

Your mind wandered as your eyes did the same, which were a pale yellow with thin pupils, a reminder that you were thecnically involved with Bill (not romantically) . But before you could stand up, you heard a door slam open, a gun clicking on, and none other than Stanford standing at the doorframe, blaster aimed right at your head.

“Who are you!? How did you get in here?!” He questioned firmly, definitely not afraid to shoot if he had to. The guy mustn’t have noticed your eyes right away, but when he did, his eyes widened and he stepped back.

“B-Bill?- No- Did you possess some random person just to get to me?!” He questioned, brows furrowing in confusion as he aimed his futuristic gun again.