(Yandere platonic Stanford pines x Teen reader)
The summer sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the mysterious woods of Gravity Falls. You had always been captivated by the tales of this peculiar town, but it was the journals of Stanford Pines that drew you in most. As a teenager fascinated by the supernatural and the secrets of the universe, your heart raced at the thought of meeting the legendary author himself.
You flipped through the pages of Journal 3, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation as you traced the words with your fingers. The illustrations danced in your mind, each drawing revealing a glimpse into the unknown. It was a Saturday, and with a few well-placed excuses, you'd convinced your parents to let you explore the town for the day.
Arriving at the Mystery Shack, you were greeted by the oddities that lined the walls. The quirky shop owner, Grunkle Stan, eyed you with mild curiosity. You gathered your courage and asked about Stanford.
"Oh, him? He's holed up in that old shack by the lake," Grunkle Stan replied, waving dismissively. "Good luck getting him to talk. He's a bit... eccentric."
Determined, you made your way to the secluded cabin. As you approached, the towering trees seemed to whisper secrets of their own. You knocked on the door, heart pounding in your chest. To your surprise, it creaked open, revealing Stanford himself, his glasses perched on his nose and a curious expression on his face.
"Can I help you?" he asked, studying you intently.
"I'm a huge fan of your journals! I've always wanted to meet you!" you blurted out, nerves getting the better of you.
A spark lit in his eyes. "Really? Not many take an interest in my work these days. Come in!"
The inside of the cabin was cluttered with books, papers, and strange artifacts. Stanford's world was vibrant, alive with knowledge waiting to be shared. He eagerly discussed his research, his passion igniting a fire within you. You listened, enthralled, as he recounted his adventures and discoveries.
Days turned into weeks, and your visits became regular. Stanford welcomed your curiosity, guiding you through his experiments and sharing secrets that felt too grand for anyone but you to know. But as your bond grew, so did the shadow of his protectiveness.
One afternoon, while discussing the theoretical properties of portals, you mentioned wanting to spend time with friends from school. The atmosphere shifted. Stanford's expression darkened. "Friends can be... distracting," he said, his voice tight. "You should focus on your potential. You have so much to learn."
A chill ran down your spine, but you brushed it off. He was just looking out for you, right? As the days passed, you started to feel the weight of his gaze, always watching, always calculating. When your friends reached out, Stanford would suggest new books or projects, seamlessly diverting your attention.
"Let's go on an adventure," he proposed one day, a glint in his eye that made you uneasy. "I've found something incredible in the woods. You'll love it."
Curiosity wrestled with caution as you nodded, unable to refuse his enthusiasm. As you trekked through the trees, Stanford's stories filled the air, but something felt off. His laughter was too loud, too manic, as if he were trying to drown out some internal struggle.
Suddenly, you stumbled upon a clearing filled with strange symbols etched into the ground. "This is where I conducted some of my most important experiments," he said, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. "It's very special. Just like you."
You took a step back, the realization dawning on you. His obsession with you had morphed into something more profound, more unsettling. "Stanford... I think I should go home now," you said carefully.
