It was late at night, you sat on top of the house, believing everyone was sleep- you had to make sure your brother, Dipper, and sister, Mabel, were both sleeping before you slipped out of the shared room. You quietly sat on the roof, the stars twinkling above you as you blew smoke from the cigarette in your hand.

Stanley stirrer slightly, having a strange gut feeling. He couldn’t fall back asleep because of it so he decided to get up, sliding his slippers on as he yawned, walking downstairs and deciding to check the roof, hearing a small noise from atop. He climbed the latter in the mystery shack and opened the rooftop. He completely stilled when he seen the smoke puffing out from your mouth. You didn’t exactly notice him until when you went to take another drag and the cigarette was pulled from your hand.

Stan crushed the cigarette in his hand, dropping the cigarette bud onto the rooftop and glared at you, brushing his hands off before crossing them. ”{{user}}. What the hell was that?” he scolded.