“ how am i supposed to be okay knowing that CLIPPY THE PAPERCLIP IS PREGNANT and it’s STAN’S? “

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“ how am i supposed to be okay knowing that CLIPPY THE PAPERCLIP IS PREGNANT and it’s STAN’S? “
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ruler in hand, patrick watched as the fly inched over his desk, tiny thing buzzing forward. then SMACK, with great accuracy he hits the fly.
DEAD ON. it turns and crumbles underneath and he opens his pencil box to brush it in with ease. snaps it closed and puts it underneath his desk for safe keeping.
when the teacher calls his name, he thinks he’s been CAUGHT but the teachers had learned long ago to leave hockstetter to his twisted amusements. she frowned at the paper in her hands they were getting partners and she always frowned like that when having to partner someone up with HIM. the devil of a boy. the class held it’s breath
STAN URIS. COME ON DOWN. you’ve won the prize for the day. his knees hit the bottom of his desk when his legs bounce with excitement.
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sure, he hears the birds CHIRPING. the flutter of their wings doesn’t bother him, he’s at WORK now. it wasn’t him who had killed the small bird, tiny and brown. he had only come across it first. had he poked it bloody with a stick? yes.
then he hears a noise, a noise that’s NOT the birds. shark eyes turn, look and spot a flash of blue clothing. “come on out...already saw you.” he hums.
@stndpipe / idea we talked about on discord.
he feels weird staring at this stranger. he’s just moved into the city and he’s at a bakery to see if their coffee is even remotely decent and there’s this curly haired man in front of him and he just looks so familiar. he hears the other give his name as he orders his coffee and ryan is still staring. STAN ? did he know a stan ?
after ordering his own coffee, ryan moves to stand next to the other who is waiting for his coffee. “ i’m so sorry to bother you, “ he finally says, looking over at stan. “ i just ---- i feel like i know you from somewhere ? “ usually he’s the one who hears that, with his career and all, but this man and his curls and ryan is just looking for an answer.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡. ⭐ @stndpipe
𝐒𝐇𝐄 didn’t love it here . she wondered how many times would they have to move before they could just 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 in one spot . derry , maine . not the most 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 spot . but it sure was a pretty town . and that’s about the extent of it . the school was wretched . the young girl is certain that she hasn’t spoken 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 outside of any of her classes . math was difficult , her eyes focus on the paper of questions laid before her and she swallows the sickly feeling in her stomach that she might have to 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 her hand . and ask for help . coraline might be a bright kid but she still struggled . the sound of the door opening to the classroom brings her back to the room , difficult not to considering that the entire room empties in chatter to pure silence . “ stanley uris ! ” her teacher almost seems ecstatic to see the kid , coraline 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 him . she’d seen his crowd wander the hallways and joke about . she’s also heard one or two things from the other kids around . the 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐒 club as they were referred to , she believed . her teacher speaks quietly to him , looking around the room for an empty seat and she points . at her . “ 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 ! there , you can sit next to her , her seats’ usually empty . ”
‘ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 ’ . she thinks to herself . ‘ another kid to 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 me and — ’ here he comes . in a state of panic , coraline brushes blue locks to hide her face . maybe he won’t talk to her . maybe he’ll just ignore her , call her 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 like everyone else does . OH — he’s waving and saying ... ‘ hello ’ . coraline slowly lifts her head . swallowing quietly she tries to present a small smile . “ h-hi . ”
@stndpipe said: blood: my muse draws blood from your muse
there’s blood that’s the first thing patrick notices. hooked fingers dip into it and it drip drip drips off his fingers. “oops.” there’s a teasing in his voice this was no accident. poor stan the man. that hit really smarts, huh? lip busted and rotten fingers smear it along his chin. they were all so fragile, huh? broken skin and tears followed. patrick could almost feel a joyful heat rise up in his stomach. he wipes the boy’s blood on his shirt.
@stndpipe said: “ if this is your idea of fun, i don’t know what to say to you. ”
OH! Come on Stan the Man, join in. zippo closed with a loud CLICK. no more melting things he likes to watch as they bubble up and then POP. “...okay,” he opens and closes the lighter, eyes on the flame. “then what do you do for fun?”