settled on a bench in the quiet, vacant park. your hands holding bits and pieces of stuffing, a bird plushie's head in your hand. you had made it. the sewn material having been what kept you up during nights before tests, or skipping dinner in an attempt to finish it as quickly as possible. it was for stan, your.. crush. if you wanted to be blunt.

however, on your way to give it to him, you had ran into the Bowers gang. they hadn't even spared your words a moment, grasping the stuffed animal from your arms and tearing it to shreds like it hadn't been sewn together with the finest fabrics you could've got your hands on. most of the white, soft cloud-like stuffing had blown away with the first winds that reached you. but you had pulled yourself out of the haze of shock and grabbed for the remaining pieces.

you didn't end up continuing on your route to stan's house - where you both had planned to meet.

you were so lost in your thoughts, subconsciously playing with the ruined fabric, that you hadn't noticed soft footfalls heading toward you until someone grasped your shoulder with a warm palm. it was stan, much to your own dismay.

".. you alright?" he asked, his eyes darting to the mess of material in your lap, before fixating his eyes on your face again. his brown eyes flashing with concern. "you didn't show up, got worried." he explained simply, his free hand moving to grasp a bit of the white stuffing between his fingers. "what's this? did it rip? what happened, {{user}}?" he asked, his tone patient and quiet, head tilting in an attempt to catch your gaze.