Who: Stan and Octane What: The tethering has begun When: Morning of the 20th Where: The kitchen
Stan wouldn't have ever called himself a morning person, though that didn't mean he wasn't usually one of the first ones up out of bed in the Losers house, making coffee and figuring out what it was he was going to be able to manage for breakfast that morning, maybe standing at the window hoping to see some new or interesting bird. He didn't have his books here, so that he could study them and name the birds he saw whenever he did checking them off and keeping a list, but he still had a pretty good knack for such things even without them.
And so that was how he'd planned for his morning to start, everyone one else was still sleeping and the house was quiet for the moment so Stan was having his coffee and watching at the window waiting for something.
That something did come - though it was not what he'd expected, there was a sound from behind him and the hairs stood on the back of his neck and despite how much Stan didn't want to look he forced himself to turn around, knowing that even when you didn't want to look at a nightmare it could still kill you - better to face it than let whatever it was attack him from behind. So he turned carefully shoulders drawn up around his shoulders seeing a man there, "What the fuck," He breathed out the words softly, not sure what to make of him but knowing for absolutely certain he wasn't someone who belonged there in his kitchen.