I just feel like this eyeball is-a-watchin' me

@purpureohelianthus​ || Cont from ❔

Approaching her bed with buckled knees and hands to his chest, he realized that the nightmare that he had had, felt more REAL to him than even this moment. That the eyeball that would FREQUENT his consciousness felt like it was all around him, and in the darkness of the room, right behind him. With a shutter that washed through his frail bones, he quickly buried himself into her bed, pulling the unused blanket over his body and glanced about in the darkness. The nightmare was more than just that; it was a haunting from THAT eyeball.

               ❝Sylvia, I-I Can' seem ta shake it. It is always there in my nightmares. N-No                  matter what I do, it's always there. I can' stop seein' it. Even with my eyes                  open, what I saw--- what I SEE even while i'm awake -- ❞

He was talking to her, but his words were in a whispered hush, as if he just wanted HER To hear his words, but not the thing that was HAUNTING him. Believing, or rather, hoping, that if he was quiet, he could avoid it --- but he knew better. Scooting closer to the woman, grabbing her hand gently in his clammy, cold, sweating hands, the very bones of his frail body were trembling. He was starting to loose his MIND from this persistence. From the being that found nothing more than amusement in tormenting the young man into M A D N E S S.

He'd be lying to her, the Pines twins and himself he didn't admit the feelings that  had been HIDING inside of himself for the months they had been together. His care for her turned into PASSION for her. Her violet eyes were something that he  desired to gaze at as he willingly shared his moments with her --- but as his fire grew hotter for the injured woman, he wanted nothing more than to spend his life with her and promise, to her and himself, to keep her SAFE. The touch of her soft hands on his cheeks as she pulled him into a passionate kiss  set a flame inside of his chest that he thought could never be lit until their lips MET. Even if the moment was fleeting and as their lips parted, he knew that  it was the start of his devotion to her.

                                ❝I had no idea, Sylvia... I had no idea that ya felt tha same.❞

                         ❝Oh, you're lookin' for a MOTEL? I reckon there is a nice one down a                            ways on the road there. If'n ya want, I can WALK ya there. I ain't doin'                           nothing much right now. It makes fer good company, I am needin' ta                           head that way anyways fer some errands.❞

The young mechanic grins as he takes a few steps towards her, ready to lead the young woman into the town of Gravity Falls. There wasn't MUCH to look at, the town not usually one for vacationers, but Fiddleford welcomed the company of newcomers none the less.

                          ❝If ya don' mind me askin' though, miss. Why ya vacationin' HERE?❞

Feeling her body lean against him, he snuggled into her for comfort. The two of them bonding over movies was something that he knew he could ALWAYS look forward to once their work was done. He'd been aching for alone time with Roxy. After all, she was the ONE friend that he didn't have to impress, that he didn't have to work hard for, but to relax with --- to LAUGH with. She was his comfort and de-stresser. Slowly, and hoping it wasn't too forward, as she leaned into his body he lifted his arm to wrap around her for a full snuggle. Other hand munching a bit on popcorn. As a friendly gesture, he just wanted to hug the friend he had MISSED.

                       ❝I've watched all of'em and I can see where ya' comin' from. Some of                          these movies NEED critiquin' at the end. Oh, but I'd love ta' watch                          that one next wit' ya!❞

                      ❝Oh Roxy, how long has it BEEN? Work sure has been keepin' me on my                       toes. I ain't forgotten though.❞

As he spoke he went over towards the near by, huge old television in the middle of the room. He had knelt down to place in a VHS tape with a smile spreading on his face. He had been saving this sci-fi movie just for HER. Not that the twins didn't appreciate a good movie, they wouldn't ramble about the movie with him like Roxy would! He turned then, raising on his feet to JOIN the woman on the couch and their shared bowl of popcorn. With a cheeky grin, he turned on the television.

                      ❝--About movie night! Now, tell me how ya feel about-- Apes.❞

Soft hands trail up her shoulders and dance along the crook of her neck. Breathing softly behind her, the young southern man couldn't help BUT place his fingertips on her soft pale skin. The two of them, how long has it been since they first laid eyes upon one another and, not a moment since then has gone BY that Fiddleford had thought of anyone other than her --- and now that the two of them had some more alone time, he wanted to show her, in every way he knew how, just exactly HOW he felt about her.

               ❝I apologize, Sylvia, Ya just.. ya make my heart pound somethin' FIERCE.                  I can' think'of 'nything else but you, darlin'. I hope it ain't too forward of me...❞

                    ❝Stanford, do we really got'ta investigate THIS? I got'ta bad feelin' 'bout it.❞

    Fiddleford nervously peered over the blackness that was the Pit. Sure, they had stumbled upon the strange hole that seemed to go on endlessly before, but unfortunate conversations and persuasions had led the two of them here. Or rather, had FORCED Fiddleford by Stanford's hand to the Pit in the middle of the woods --- and in NO way was the young scientist ready to investigate something like THIS.