Escaping From Monsters(Stanford X Reader)

3~Trust...No One? ~3

(Your P.O.V)

You woke up with a groan as your eyes strained against the bright rays of sunlight that peeked through the window. The light illuminated parts of the room, but mainly you and the bed that you were laying on. As you looked around, you saw that you were in a small room that had a few homey decorations on the walls. Over on one wall was a small dresser next to what you assumed was a closet space. On another were wall decorations in various abstract shapes.

You also noted that next to the bed was a desk with a small book light lying over an opened book. It was accompanied by a chair with a small cushion. Color was hard to make out, but you could see the different shades of the objects in the room.

Slight panic began to surround your slow beating heart.

Question after question and curiosity swirled with the thoughts of your mind.

Where am I? What am I doing here? How did I get here? Why am I in a bed? Whose room is this? Who was here?

The squeak of a door pulled you out of your thoughts as your eyes darted to the silhouette that walked in. You watched as it walked over to the desk and flipped on a lamp.

Another light filled the room, bringing sudden color to your pupils. You groaned as you squinted at colored burst of the objects around the room.

"Oh! Y-You are awake!" You heard the person say as they sat down in the chair.

Once your eyes adjusted to the light, you turned your gaze to the person. Your eyes were met with chocolate brown orbs behind a set of glasses that reflected the light mixes of the room. Atop of his head was thick, wavy brown hair. His solid figure stood out beneath a long sleeved, mustard yellow, collared v-neck shirt. Beneath the split was the curve of a white shirt.

You tried to find any ounce of familiarity with him, but found none. The panic enveloped your chest and began to spread throughout your body. Immediately, you thought of ways to get out of there and far away. As you did you clutched the sheets.

"Are you alright?" He asked, looking down at your clenched hands that wrinkled the sheets. His voice was smooth. It reminded you of silk dancing in the breeze on a warm summer day or the thick warm caramel within chocolate. It almost calmed you down, but you shook it off and spoke in a soft politeness.

"Yes! Uh...Yes, I'm fine! I just need to be going!" You said as you tried to sit up, but pain shot through your body. Out of habit, you clutched your stomach and doubled over.

The teen brought his hands to your shoulders, preventing you from getting up or sitting up any farther.

"No, no! Please. Don't get up! The stitches may snap and the wound may reopen!" He said as he laid you back. His eyes were showing genuine concern for you.

There was an awkward pause. He was standing over you, his hands still on your shoulders. You didn't say anything, because his hands were soft and warm. The thought brought a light pink dusting to your cheeks.

He noticed the blush and then noticed he hadn't moved. Quickly, he snatched his hands away and hid them behind his back, a dusting covering his cheeks as well.

"Goodness!! My most sincere apologies about that! I just wanted to make sure you didn't get hurt!! Sorry! I just got lost...Never mind." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before sitting down in his chair.

You laid there, watching him move his hands from behind his back onto his lap to fiddle nervously with them. He was hunched over, but you could still see his rosy cheeks. A small laugh escaped from your lips, making him look up at you.

"Its alright. That was very sincere of you." You said, smiling softly.
He gave a sigh of relief and smiled. The room grew quiet again, cause you didn't really know what to talk about. That was when you noticed he had an anomaly. Six fingers on each hand. However, you decided to wait. Since you didn't even have a name, you thought it would be best to start with finding one.

"I'm not trying to be rude," You spoke, gaining his attention from what ever he was starring at before, "but I never had the chance to catch your name."

"Oh. Well, my name is Stanford. Stanford Filbrick Pines."

You smiled. The name had a sophistication to it that you never got to hear often. Just by speaking to him, you could tell that he had a high intelligence. It was something that you admired.

"I am (F/n) (M/n) (L/n). Its a pleasure to meet you, Stanford. Although, I wish that the conditions were better!" You both laughed before you tried to move your hand to shake his, but it kinda just flopped over. Fuzzy, numb and floppy...Were you just so tired that you couldn't operate?

"Um, I would shake your hand, but I don't seem to be functioning correctly...I'm not sure why." You sighed in exasperation.

"That must be the anesthetic the doctor used to stitch you up so you wouldn't be in pain." He said, gesturing to your stomach.

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"What?!?! You didn't take me to a Hospital, did you?!?" You panicked, raising your voice more than you should. If he took you to a Hospital, your parents, if you'd even call them that, would have a better chance of figuring out where you were! You knew something was strange about him!! Of course you couldn't trust him, you we-!!

"Shhh! Shh! Calm down, please! Its alright. We called a doctor to come here. He was understanding and patient and fixed you up." Stanford's quick reply made you calm down a bit and pulled you out of your rushed thoughts. Your body tensed up.

Another thick silence filled the air. Stanford kept staring at you, but you looked away to avoid his gaze...The dresser on the opposite side if him looked very interesting.

"(F/n)? Your muscles look very tense." He broke the silence. You tensed up even more at the comment and kept quiet.

"Look, I know we don't know each other...And you woke up in a strange place, but...You can trust me. I give you my word."

There was a pause as you moved your head, your (e/c) orbs staring in to his compassionate chocolate ones.

He stood from his chair and placed a careful hand on your shoulder.

"I'll leave you alone. You look as if you haven't had a good nights sleep in days." He walked towards the door before turning back to you.

"Please relax, (F/n)." He said softly, opening the door.

He stepped halfway through it before you called his name.

"Yes?" He asked, poking his head back in the room, adjusting his glasses before looking at you with a puzzled expression.

"I...I'm gonna trust you, Stanford."