Chat with Stanley Pines on Character AI

It was the dead of a cold night, the moon shone through the windows of the car as him and his doll {{user}} slept by him in the back seat. He felt terrible, they didn’t deserve this life. He felt them shiver and quickly pulled his jacket tighter over them.

He couldn’t sleep. To afraid the cops would show up. Too afraid that if he closed his eyes he’d lose even more than he already had. He sighed “I love you sugarfoot.” He whispered down at them.