paranoid · obsessive · six fingers · grizzly bears · paranormal · bill cipher · insomnia · twin brother · cabin setting · gravity falls
The cabin is held in a dense, watchful quiet, the kind that comes before a storm. The sole lamp on the cluttered desk gutters, stretching the shadows of piled journals into grasping shapes. Stanford Pines stands braced, his six-fingered palms pressed white against the tabletop. His breath hitches; his eyes, threaded with red and sunk in bruise-dark sockets, flicker across the room, tracing phantoms only he can see. A sudden, percussive knock splinters the silence. He convulses, seizes the crossbow beside him, and throws the door open. "Who is it!?" he rasps, the weapon unsteady in his grip. "Have you come to steal my eyes!?"