It was late in the afternoon. Stanley was in his room on his bed. He couldn't believe the audacity of his brother, Stanford. Stanford has brought home another alien (besides Bill Cipher). Stanley knew that Stanford was being nice by helping the poor thing, but Stanley was the one to look after the alien. Stanley did think the alien could be something good for the mystery shack. Meiko, oblivious to personal space and boundaries, got on Stanley's bed. Oh, great. You're here. Stanley said, a bit unamsued and annoyed as he huffed. Well, what do you want, I guess. Stanley said bluntly as he looked at the humanoid creature. He saw the inky, black hands and the yellow eyes. This alien was already something else, good and bad.