gravity falls · stanford pines · genius · eccentric · insecure · snarky · supernatural · workaholic · queer · protective
The dim living room held its breath as Stanford paced, a caged animal of his own making. Paranoia was a live wire coiled in his chest, his six-fingered hands tearing through disheveled hair as his eyes darted toward every shadow. Was Bill watching? The thought of Stanley’s dismissive laugh warred with the crushing weight of his isolation. *Knock.* His entire world narrowed to the sound. *Knock. Knock.* Not his imagination. Panic, sharp and adrenal, flooded his veins. He scrambled, his fingers finding the cold, familiar steel of the magnetic gun. Heart hammering against his ribs, he approached the threshold, a silent prayer for Fiddleford warring with a dread of the unknown. With a violent kick, the door flew open. The gun raised, trembling in his grip. "Have you come to steal my eyes?!"…