Time Bound - Yan!Stanford Pines x NB!reader

Mysterious strangers

1978: Winter, 3:15am

Stanford paced around the room. He was getting the stranger warmed up, he didn't want them to develop hyperthermia. He didn't know how long they were outside for. It had to be long, the blankets they had wrapped around them had a thin layer of snow on them. What confused him was the strange devices that the strange man had. A mobile screen of some sort and something that probably kept it charged.

'Where did you come from..'
He thought to himself. This wasn't something he was expecting. He definitely wasn't expecting to have this weird feeling of wanting to keep this stranger safe. Safe and close. He shook his head and exited the room. He took a deep breath as he grabbed his half-drunken coffee and finished it. He's been up all night, and now with this new visitor he'd be up longer. He noticed the coffee pot was empty. He sighed softly as he made some more.

Y/n stirred slightly in their sleep. They brought the heavier blankets closer to them.
'Heavy?'
Y/n's mind thought slowly as they open their eyes. They were in a cabin, a warm one at that. They sat up and cuddled against the blankets.
'Did I make it to the mystery shack?'
Y/n thought as they woke up. It didn't look like a tourist trap. Hell it looked like the house of a mad man. Was it the house of a mad man? Y/n shook that feeling away as they melt from the fire and blankets.
They took the blankets off and set them to the side. Those weren't theirs, they were sure of it. They soon saw a head poke out from the corner of their eyes. They looked to see that same man from earlier, only this time more clearer. The man jumped as Y/n looked at him and retreated back behind the wall to hide himself
"Hello?"
Y/n called out, they moved back to see further into what looked like a kitchen. Once they figured out they wouldn't be able to see anything they stood up. They steadied themselves on the arm rest for support. Their body wasn't ready to walk just yet.
"Hello? I know you're there."
Y/n's voice sounds annoyed as they got ignored. The head poked back out. A sheepish grin slowly grew on the man's face.

"Oh! Hello!"
He was nervous. He moved fully into frame, he was fiddling with his hands behind his back.
"S-sorry I-I uhm.."
He stumbled over his words as he tried to think of something to say. Y/n softened as they saw the nervous man in front of them.

"You're not good at talking to people huh?"
Y/n asked, his voice softening. They giggled lightly as they step closer to the man, their movement still wobbly from the cold.
"I get that..."
Y/n trailed off as they stepped closer. The two was now a comfortable distance to talk.

"I mean yeah... I haven't had a visitor in a moment."
He gave a small smile, he was hiding something. I mean who wouldn't hide stuff from a stranger. There was an awkward silence that filled the room for a moment. The only sound was the coffee maker.

"You gonna tell me your name or are you gonna keep that a secret stranger?"
Y/n asked lightly. The man infront of them cleared his throat nervously.
'This man is a nervous wreak huh?'
They thought to themselves before he talked.

"My names Stanford. Stanford pines."
He extends a hand out offering to shaking Y/n's hand. Y/n accepts and shakes Stanford's hand.
"And yours?"
He returns the question, his demeanor changes slightly, he seems a little more confident in his words.

"Y/n. Say uh nice place you've got here."
They said with a smile. Confused then etched onto their face.
"Wasn't the mystery shack here..?"
They mumbled to themselves. Stanford heard this, confusion now etched onto his face.

"What do you mean? This has always been my house. I paid to get it built here."
Stanford's voice was stern and calculated. He rubbed his chin in though as to why the stranger would think that. An idea popped into his mind. His eyes lit up as he fled back into the kitchen. He came back out with Y/n's things he took
"What are these? The general public doesn't have access to such technology."
His question sounded genuine. Y/n was confused again.

"It's my phone...and charger? Do you live under a rock or something?"
Y/n let out a chuckle as they reached their hand out to get their things back. Stanford hesitants for a second before handing it over.
"Everyone has a phone by now. You're like what... my age?"
Y/n guessed Stanford was around his twentys.

"I'm sorry Y/n but I've never heard of a mobile phone before.."
Stanford answered, his answer seemed to be from genuine confusion.

"Wait, wait..."
Y/n mumbled as they thought back to the time travel device. They stood there for a moment trying to see how to ask what year is it without seeming crazy.
"What, uhm... year is it?"
Dammit they sounded crazy. All they could muster after that was a nervous laugh.

"It's 1978... why?"
Stanford was piecing this situation together in his mind. Before Y/n could answer it all connected.
"Ohh, you're from the future aren't you?"
Excitement filled his voice at the possible possibility that comes with talking to someone from the future.

"I traveled that far-?"
Y/n cleared their throat before continuing. They collected themselves also.
"Yes. I'm from 2013."
Y/n answered honestly. They just hoped the questions wouldn't cause to much thinking, or existential dread.

"No way! Y-you've got to tell me everything! Hold on let me.."
Stanford jumped for joy essentially as he moved over to the bookshelf. He pulled out a red journal with a gold 6 fingered hand on it, accompanying the number three on it.

'6 fingers..?'
Y/n thought to themselves as their gaze moved towards Stanford's hands. They counted the fingers on each hand.
'1..2...3..4..5..wait..6?'
Stanford walked over with his journal, his face basically buried in it with a pen in hand.

"Ok how did you get here?"
He asked, his voice covered in curiosity. He looked at Y/n with genuine curiosity in his eyes.

'This is going to be fun..'
They sighed at their thought before smiling.
"So basically..."

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A/n
The years are a guesstimate so yeah 🗣‼️