HAT: YEEEEEESSS! INSPIRATION HAS STRUCK ME! Hopefully it stays with me. Welcome to Wazimu and I hope you enjoy your stay!
Disclaimer: I won nothing aside from the plot and OCs what will come.
Civilization... after so long in the cave with nothing but each other and their growing madness, they can see civilization and it's the biggest relief that Stanley Pines has felt in years. And after all the bullshit he's gone through, he needs this pick-me-up.
Stanford- on the other hand- is- while relieved a bit at the sight- is still very on edge after the cave experience. What's down there? Who's down there? What will they do to them once they're there? Will it be worse than what they encountered in the caves? So many unanswered questions and he's scared of the unknown.
Stanley begins walking down the mountain with no hesitation and his movements are a little clumsy- he's still a bit disoriented with the loss of his eye having happened mere... minutes? hours? ago and isn't so used to moving with such a large blind spot and not only that, but his excitement leaves him not caring how clumsy he is so long as he's going fast.
Stanford whimpers quietly with hesitation- will that city be any better than the caves they've just escaped?- but he can't be separated from his brother so he follows. His movements are a bit more precise than his brother's, but the blinding sunlight leaves him just as slow in the process.
As the sun sinks lower in the sky, Stanford becomes more jittery- darkness isn't exactly his friend for multiple reasons. Stanley doesn't show any signs of stopping anytime soon and that worries Stanford- they can't see well in the dark and he doesn't want to take the chance of running off a cliff to their deaths or running into any big beasts out here. He'd prefer to stay in one place for the night, but his brother seems overeager to reach the city they've seen.
"S-Stanley," Stanford calls out.
His brother ignores him and slides down a slope to flat ground.
Stanford huffs, but makes his way down after his brother anyway. Better to stay near his brother than to be stubborn and stay in one place and never see him again.
He glances up at the sun and finds it very low in the sky and he calls out, "S-Stanley! W-we should really stop a-and get some rest."
"No talking," Stanley snarls as he continues to blunder down the side of the mountain.
"But-" Stanford starts, but quickly shuts his mouth when his brother glares at him with his one eye.
Once Stanley's satisfied his brother won't run his mouth anymore, he continues on his way- he could've sworn he heard water and he goes the opposite direction of the sound out of habit. He's sorely disappointed when he doesn't find water and then growls and goes the opposite direction to follow the sound. Stanford sticks close enough to see him, but trails behind him like a scavenger after an apex predator in hopes to be led to food.
Once they finally reach the source the the running water noise, their noses scrunch in distaste at seeing the blackest liquid running through the earth.
Stanley goes to the water and experimentally sniffs the running liquid and then dips his hand in experimentally and rubs his fingers together. It feels like water and smells like water, but it looks nothing like water. He's reluctant to drink it, but he doesn't want to be dehydrated and he's used enough energy climbing down this mountain.
Stanford watches from a distance and then creeps to the water several yards upstream and tests the water himself. He experimentally brings it to his lips and Stanley's nose wrinkles at the sight of his brother even thinking of drinking the tar colored liquid, but he still watches with interest- would it be safe to drink? Stanford takes a sip and it tastes... like ice water- even cleaner than the water they drank in the cave. Almost like he was drinking from his tap water at home. He only drinks a few handfuls before he notices his brother doing the same.
"W-e _s-h-o-u-l-d _t-a-k-e _a _b-r-e-a-k _a-n-d _r-e-s-t _f-o-r _t-h-e _n-ig-h-t," Stanford taps.
Stanley- despite doing his best to ignore his brother- tunes into this method of communication and sighs while running his hand though his hair. "Fine..."
They find a place to get some rest and Stanley keeps Stanford a few yards away from him, shoving him off when he tried to cuddle with him. How could he even think of coming near him after what he'd done?
Tomorrow we'll make it to the city and hopefully be able to get something to eat, Stanley thinks as he drifts off.
Stan: Unfortunately HAT's a bit busy fleeing from Ford soooo... yeah. Review everyone.