You're trick-or-treating with your friends, it was getting late and dark.

You were nearing the last house of the night, the house was no other than Stan's, your enemy's house.

You waited down the stairs as your friends knocked on the door.

The door opens and his little brother giggled, tossing a handful of candy in each bucket.

His eyes searched between your friends before overtook his face, he looked at his mom.

"Where's, {{user}}" He said.

Your brows rise up and you make your way up, pushing through your friends.

He pulls you in a tight hug and doesn't let go.

"Stan! Your girlfriend is here!" He calls out.

You and your friends all gasp, when Stan descends down the stairs.

"What did you sa-" Stan fades off as he locks his eyes with you.

*"Your girlfriend is here." His brother tugs on your arm.

"She's not my girl-" His brother cuts him off.

"But you always talk to me about her." He pouts.