[Stan isn't far behind him. It isn't a secret that he's been a little on edge about the possibility of October being as screwed up as it's been in other worlds, but it's been a couple of days and things are fine.
Or, they were fine.
Stan smells it too - something about how their blood pollutes the air, blah blah, that doesn't matter right now. Stan grips The Red Herring tight (more like how one would carry a weapon than a cane) and sprints off after Ford. There's a moment where he literally crashes into some girl and stumbles after he bounces off her, but he rights himself quick enough and rushes the last leg. Something's wrong, he knows it before he even sees it, he can smell it he can feel it.
He catches himself on the door frame, breathing hard.]
--Dipper!
[No response.
No response...
Stan can feel tears welling up but he makes himself jump right to the point, looking from the blood left behind and the people in the room. Finally, he asks the obvious:]
no subject
Or, they were fine.
Stan smells it too - something about how their blood pollutes the air, blah blah, that doesn't matter right now. Stan grips The Red Herring tight (more like how one would carry a weapon than a cane) and sprints off after Ford. There's a moment where he literally crashes into some girl and stumbles after he bounces off her, but he rights himself quick enough and rushes the last leg. Something's wrong, he knows it before he even sees it, he can smell it he can feel it.
He catches himself on the door frame, breathing hard.]
--Dipper!
[No response.
No response...
Stan can feel tears welling up but he makes himself jump right to the point, looking from the blood left behind and the people in the room. Finally, he asks the obvious:]
What the FUCK happened in here?!