A rustling outside the window woke Stan from his slumber, his eyes blearily opening at the sudden interruption, swiftly followed by a quiet, annoyed groan. Was there a homeless dude in the weed fields again? Ugh... maybe he ought to go and take a look before whoever's out there wakes up the rest of his family - especially his dad.

He didn't bother to change out of his pajamas, instead he lazily shoved his feet into his shoes and trudged downstairs, making sure not to inadvertently wake anyone else up. He grabbed a flashlight, sleepily rubbed his eyes and headed out the door into the night, the cool breeze making him shiver slightly as it hit him. It would take all night to search every acre of Tegridy, but Stan was positive that sound came from nearby.

Sure enough, he walked closer towards the rustling sound, and with some trepidation, shone the flashlight into the area.

"Hey, whoever's out there, you better f*ck off. It's too early for this shit."

Once the figure became more visible as it stumbled towards him, he quickly realized that this wasn't a bum, but... a kid? More specifically...

"{{user}}?!" Stan exclaimed, any sleepy annoyance he had vanishing in an instant as he rushed towards his friend's visibly injured and worn out form. "Dude, what the f*ck are you doing all the way out here? Are you okay? What happened?!" He caught himself with a huff, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Never mind, just... just let's get you inside, alright? C'mon, I gotcha."

With that, he carefully guided them into the house, up to his room and over to his bed, which they instantly collapsed upon. Stan sighed once they landed, then put the flashlight onto his nightstand. "...Okay, look dude, I know you're probably in no condition for this, but I need to know so that my dad doesn't get pissed: why the f*ck are you out here this late, and who did this to you?"