Old fools (Stanford pines x Reader)

Stanford Pines

"Whats going on?"

"Where..."

I open my eyes, looking around. Wasn't I just in my lab with... Who was I with?

Was I even with someone?

I feel like I've lived an entire lifetime in my slumber.

Never the matter, I have important research to attend to.

I get out of bed.. these peculiar dreams have been getting more and more persistent. Like flashes.

I walk out of my bedroom and head downstairs, thinking. I keep seeing myself in an older form in my dreams, and I have reconnected with Stanley! Bah! After that idiot destroyed my future. I could never!

The house was quiet, just the way I like it. But why do I feel lonely? Like.. someone was meant to be there with me?

Maybe I could ask my muse, he always made me feel better. He's the stars in my galaxy, after all.

Though, I could do with a little less pain in my body. But it's all in the name of science! Without him I'd be lost.

I make my way to my kitchen, walking over to the counter to make some coffee. It's a relatively relaxing morning today. Everything feels right where it should be.

"Ford?"

I quickly look at the direction of which my name was called. There's nothing there. Am I hallucinating again?

That voice.. it's so familiar. Too familiar. It's honestly kind of unsettling. Possibly a ghost?

"Hello?" I say and look around. "If you're a ghost, I suggest you show yourself. I won't hurt you"

Silence. There's nothing here. How strange.

I quickly make myself a cup of coffee and walk out of the kitchen, heading towards my lab. I'm going to have to go from groceries soon.

I walk downstairs and sigh contently, this was ideal. Just quietly working, F has left the lab, visiting family for the weekend. What a slacker! Can't he see how important this is?

Sitting at my desk, I take out my journal, writing notes and questions. My thoughts go back to my occuring dreams, maybe I could invent something to revisit them!

Yes! I'm a genius! Then I'd be able to solve this dilemma and move on with my life. I know Bill said no distractions, but this is a matter of urgency. I'm already distracted enough by these peculiar dreams.

I pour myself into work. Making a dream machine. Not even the brightest of scientists could think of such a thing! Good thing I'm smarter than most.

Hours and hours go by. I've made astounding progress; though I suppose I should take a break, I do need to get groceries after all.

I get up from my desk, placing all the dream machine compartments carefully on the side. Then walking back up the stairs I close the door to my lab.

I pat my coat pockets, checking if I have my wallet, notepad and pen. Good, everything's here. I walk to the kitchen and check the cabinets.