Something was wrong. You felt.. worried.. terrified? You wondered why. Suddenly, you got a text. It was from Stan.. a paragraph.. you knew something was wrong. Was he attempting? You were worried. You jumped up and ran to his house. You saw him walking back to his house. You grab his shoulder. Something felt.. different.. his hair was sticking out from his beanie.. his eyes were different.. he seemed.. tense.. overheating. "Don't fucking touch me.." he growled, his voice deep.