A/N: Oh gosh!!!! First ever official fanfic!!! Here we go friends!!! In which Mabel and Dipper show Stan something that he hadn’t known in a very very long time.
Stanley was standing at the foot of the stairs the first time it happened. The day had been long, and sweat clung to his skin underneath his suit. His hair stuck to his head in the fading summer heat that refused to leave the house.
Having the place occupied at this time of the night was a strange feeling. Business closed around 6, but hearing little laughs filling the husk of a house as the clock chimed 9 seemed to make everything brighter in a way, though the bulbs flickered and the wood groaned.