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It was cold and late. The streets were quiet, giving the town an eerie semblance of peace. Stan huffed as he pulled his leather jacket tightly around himself trying to gain some form of warmth and protect himself from the chilly lazy night breeze.

It still hurts. Damn it Stan, man up! So what? Your girl dumped ya for some hippie but it’s not the end. There’s still a chance to win her back! Right? But I need to stay with my brother… His research is taking him deeper into dangerous areas. I gotta stay and protect him!

Stan froze when he thought he heard something from the alley in front of him. He slowly approached the corner, fists clenching tightly, ready to attack or defend. When he leapt forward with adrenaline pumping he was puzzled when he saw nothing there. Just an empty alleyway.

“Damn. Heh, I guess I drank too much. Stupid. Gettin’ all tense and jumpy for no reason,” he muttered to himself.

His eyes swept the empty alley one last time before he shrugged and turned away only to face a wide eye staring at him. He yelped and shuffled back a few steps, kicking an empty can along the way. The sound of the can clanking echoing loudly around him.

“Hey there Pines!” said Bill waving a hand cheerfully.

“Bill!” said Stan. His eyes narrowing when he saw the glee in the triangular being’s one eye. He quickly collected himself, “The Hell you want?”

Bill floated around him, “Oh nothing. Just out for a quiet night stroll.”

Stan raised a brow skeptically, “Oh, really?”

“Really. Now what about you? It’s really late. I believe you humans need your sleep right? Something about mortal bodies needing it or something. What are you doing out in the middle of the night?” asked Bill with a hint of amusement in his voice. He floated forward, getting in Stan’s personal space, “Are you out drinking again?”

Stan walked pass Bill, “None of your business Bill. Now buzz off!”

Bill followed him, floating on his right, “Hmm, I recalled you promised your brother you won’t go out drinking your problems away anymore after that last incident at the… Hideout?”

Stan frowned, “I’m not like my brother. I can handle it. I don’t get drunk easily.”

“Really?” asked Bill as his body began to flash to many different images, “Don’t look like it though. You get pretty aggressive when you’re drunk Pines. I find that amusing! Ahahahaha! Forget I just said that. Should’ve listened to your brother. I think he’s scared of what you would do to yourself… To Fiddles and him.”

Stan looked down at the ground, fists clenching instinctively when he remembered that night when he came home drunk, sad and angry that Carla left him. Bill’s eyes narrowed with glee, “Hey, maybe talking about your problems could help you feel better!”

“No. Not gonna talk about it and don’t expect me to have a heart-to-heart with you either.”

“Aww, come on. I’m a very good listener! And hello! I am a being with vast knowledge! Perhaps I could give you some good advice there Pines!”

“I just… I just want to be alone Bill.”

Bill stopped following the man, “Yeah sure. I can respect that. A man needs his alone time. Just be sure you get back home before your brother realized you’re out!”

Stan gave him a strained smile, “Thanks Bill. You’re a swell guy. Don’t worry, I’ll be home in an hour or two. I don’t think Poindexter even realize I’m gone. He’s got that nose of his stuck in his research he lost track of time many times.” His smile disappeared and his eyes shadowed with sadness and hurt.

“Don’t mention it. See ya around!” said Bill as he vanished.
Stan sighed and stuck his cold hands into his jacket pockets. He continued walking aimlessly in the deserted streets. His thoughts going through many things in his mind, mostly on painful memories. He tucked his chin against his chest and walked faster, “Damn it. If only I could forget about all of it. It’s stupid.”

Bill sat on a building’s rooftop, little legs swinging back and forth, eye on the lone man, “Whooo, so many darkness in that head of yours Pines. Be careful big man, that darkness will be the demon that’ll consume you. Bet they’ll make delicious nightmares! Sweet dreams later. Sweet dreams.”

And Bill disappeared, chuckling darkly.

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It was cold and late. The streets were quiet, giving the town an eerie semblance of peace. Stan huffed as he pulled his leather jacket tightly around himself trying to gain some form of warmth and protect himself from the chilly lazy night breeze.

It still hurts. Damn it Stan, man up! So what? Your girl dumped ya for some hippie but it’s not the end. There’s still a chance to win her back! Right? But I need to stay with my brother… His research is taking him deeper into dangerous areas. I gotta stay and protect him!

Stan froze when he thought he heard something from the alley in front of him. He slowly approached the corner, fists clenching tightly, ready to attack or defend. When he leapt forward with adrenaline pumping he was puzzled when he saw nothing there. Just an empty alleyway.

“Damn. Heh, I guess I drank too much. Stupid. Gettin’ all tense and jumpy for no reason,” he muttered to himself.

His eyes swept the empty alley one last time before he shrugged and turned away only to face a wide eye staring at him. He yelped and shuffled back a few steps, kicking an empty can along the way. The sound of the can clanking echoing loudly around him.

“Hey there Pines!” said Bill waving a hand cheerfully.

“Bill!” said Stan. His eyes narrowing when he saw the glee in the triangular being’s one eye. He quickly collected himself, “The Hell you want?”

Bill floated around him, “Oh nothing. Just out for a quiet night stroll.”

Stan raised a brow skeptically, “Oh, really?”

“Really. Now what about you? It’s really late. I believe you humans need your sleep right? Something about mortal bodies needing it or something. What are you doing out in the middle of the night?” asked Bill with a hint of amusement in his voice. He floated forward, getting in Stan’s personal space, “Are you out drinking again?”

Stan walked pass Bill, “None of your business Bill. Now buzz off!”

Bill followed him, floating on his right, “Hmm, I recalled you promised your brother you won’t go out drinking your problems away anymore after that last incident at the… Hideout?”

Stan frowned, “I’m not like my brother. I can handle it. I don’t get drunk easily.”

“Really?” asked Bill as his body began to flash to many different images, “Don’t look like it though. You get pretty aggressive when you’re drunk Pines. I find that amusing! Ahahahaha! Forget I just said that. Should’ve listened to your brother. I think he’s scared of what you would do to yourself… To Fiddles and him.”

Stan looked down at the ground, fists clenching instinctively when he remembered that night when he came home drunk, sad and angry that Carla left him. Bill’s eyes narrowed with glee, “Hey, maybe talking about your problems could help you feel better!”

“No. Not gonna talk about it and don’t expect me to have a heart-to-heart with you either.”

“Aww, come on. I’m a very good listener! And hello! I am a being with vast knowledge! Perhaps I could give you some good advice there Pines!”

“I just… I just want to be alone Bill.”

Bill stopped following the man, “Yeah sure. I can respect that. A man needs his alone time. Just be sure you get back home before your brother realized you’re out!”

Stan gave him a strained smile, “Thanks Bill. You’re a swell guy. Don’t worry, I’ll be home in an hour or two. I don’t think Poindexter even realize I’m gone. He’s got that nose of his stuck in his research he lost track of time many times.” His smile disappeared and his eyes shadowed with sadness and hurt.

“Don’t mention it. See ya around!” said Bill as he vanished.
Stan sighed and stuck his cold hands into his jacket pockets. He continued walking aimlessly in the deserted streets. His thoughts going through many things in his mind, mostly on painful memories. He tucked his chin against his chest and walked faster, “Damn it. If only I could forget about all of it. It’s stupid.”

Bill sat on a building’s rooftop, little legs swinging back and forth, eye on the lone man, “Whooo, so many darkness in that head of yours Pines. Be careful big man, that darkness will be the demon that’ll consume you. Bet they’ll make delicious nightmares! Sweet dreams later. Sweet dreams.”

And Bill disappeared, chuckling darkly.