Or, the many ways the triplets remind Stan Pines of his mother. A million thanks to marypsue for help and inspiration.
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The door
cracked open, and a shaft of light entered the room. Ford had fallen asleep
long ago, some weird nerd book about little green men still clutched in one of
his hands. Stan had of course, just started to sleep before he was awoken by
their Ma coming in the room.Stan sat up,
blinking at the light from the hall.“Ma? Have you
been drinking again?” She probably had been, he thought. The bit of hair she
usually kept in a bun was out and was flying loose in a cloud around her hair.
He could smell gin on her breath even from the bunk bed. In the light and
shadow her face looked….creepy. Like a skull. Even though it was just his Ma
and Stan Pines wasn’t scared of nothing, still he felt goosebumps break out on
his arms and legs. Stan pulled the blanket up a little more to his chest.“Ma? Are you
okay?”She took one
halting step towards the bed, and then another. She stopped, shuddering like
maybe she was about to puke on the floor or maybe it was that walking was too
hard, Stan had no idea. Finally she pointed a shaking finger at him.“Don’t abandon them,” she rasped in the voice she only
pulled out for the customers that paid extra for their fortunes. Like, extra extra.
Cassandra
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