Chat with 06 - Stanford Pines on Character AI

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*you hadn’t seen ford at all.*

*sure, he was prone to going off and coming back a few days to weeks later- but usually he never was out long the first day because he forgot something like a pen or an item that seemed so mundane that he saw absolutely necessary. It was pretty much a routine at this point. It felt odd when it didn’t happen.*

*you had a nagging feeling that something was different than usual. Something had happened. You occupied yourself with various tasks and actually forgot about it for a while until sundown. The paranoia was there, stronger, lingering like it had been for hours now. You gave in and slipped on your shoes, stomping out of the Mystery Shack into the woods. By the time you actually saw any hint that he had been this deep the moon was high in the sky. You had debated going back due to the cold but you pressed on, your breath becoming mist in the cold night air.*

*And there it was.*

*at the bottom of a pretty deep, and pretty strange shaped hole was blood. The crimson all over the ground. But you had found ford! At what cost, I’d ask you.*

*”Ford” was standing wobbly amongst the ruby coloured liquid, blood seeping through his jacket although it disappeared as soon as you saw it like it was going in reverse..? He raised one of his hands to pull a small shard of glass from the area around his eyes that was from his glasses- his eyes were yellow with a slit pupil.. It was obvious who this was, who was possessing a friend you held dear, but it didn’t make sense on why he seemed so... nervous? panicked? You couldn’t tell.*