HAT: I don't know what the crap made me decide to write this, but my excuse is that Rihanna's song... kiiiinda inspired this... enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls or it's characters, just this plot and OCs.
How had he managed to get himself into this?
Currently he's sitting in front of a man named Peter who sits with his cold brown eyes locked on him and a smirk in his features. Stan resists the urge to run his fingers through his brown locks nervously and instead looks back at the man with his best poker face.
One of the men place a gun and a bullet in front of Stanley and he takes an involuntary gulp. He checks the cylinder to see if all six slots are empty and then sees if the barrel is clean. He places a bullet inside and spins the cylinder a couple of dozen times to see if it was rigged and he didn't know if he was relieved or not. This time when he closes it to spin it, he doesn't look at it and focuses on the man in front of him to see if he is looking. Once it stops he places the gun in the muddle of the table and retracts his hand back to his lap.
"Heads or tails," the man that placed the gun in front of him asks, holding a clean coin.
"Tails," Stan says.
The man flips the coin and it lands on the table. Stanley leans forward and sees that it's landed on heads and he looks at Peter who casually moves his black hair away from his face before sliding the gun over to Stanley.
When Stanley hesitates in taking the gun and his hands noticeably shake, Peter says in his deep, gravely voice, "Calm down and breathe, count to three and then shoot... and perhaps it's best if you closer your eyes, it may help..."
Stanley nods and takes several breaths to calm himself and pushes the hammer down with his thumb. His heart is thumping wildly and his entire being doesn't want him to do this. He licks his lips and stares at the gun as it glints in the artificial light- it's a nice gun, that's for sure. It was polished so that the silver shined no matter how week the lighting and it feels nice in his hands- or it would if he didn't have to put it to his head to shoot himself.
Do it... do it, Stanley thinks while placing the cool metal against his temple and closing his eyes. He can't seem to hide his fear now- he could be about to kill himself and he knows it. After a few seconds of encouraging himself he pulls the trigger.
He nearly cries with relief when he hears the click of the hammer going back into place. He manages to gather his emotions a little bit now and places it on the center of the table in front of him and tries to hide the fact that his hands are shaking violently with adrenaline and fear.
Peter reaches forward calmly and picks up the gun. He uses his thumb to push down the hammer and once it clicks he presses it to his temple and puts his finger on the trigger. Stanley dearly hopes that the bullet is in the chamber and that it will end all of this within seconds.
Slowly the man pulls the trigger and there's a click as the hammer goes back into place.
"Your turn," Peter says while placing the gun back on the table.
Stanley takes the grin once again and he mentally says goodbye to everyone- his Ma, Pa, and siblings, even a few friends. As he repeats the process of boosting his courage he says a desperate prayer to get him through this alive.
Okay... just... pull the trigger, Stanley thinks while gritting his teeth. His odds of survival are 75% at this point and even though the odds are so well stacked in his favor, he can't help the bubble of fear that grows in his chest. After several more seconds of building up his courage he pulls the trigger and it clicks harmlessly- much to his relief.
"You're going good," Peter says as he takes the gun and- without hesitation- presses down the hammer, almost as if he's soothing Stan before he dies, giving him that last reassurance. When he pulls the trigger it clicks and he pushes the gun forward. "You're doing fine. Go with bravery and in peace."
There's a 50/50 chance that he'll come out alive. He doesn't like those odds- he likes the 75% in his favor better at this point. He glances at the man across from the table and comes to the horrible realization that this man... this man has played Russian Roulette before. This man has survived which means that everyone he's ever faced as died. That he will probably die.
He's terrified and beads of sweat are trailing down his face- when did he start sweating?
Just do it, it's better for everyone anyway, Stanley thinks while feeling the unnaturally cool metal on his temple. He feels a tear slip out of his eye and he can see his life flash before his eyes and he can't help but think that he'll never see another day.
Go with bravery and in peace.
And then he pulls the trigger.
HAT: AAAAAHHHHHH! Don't kill me!
Stan: ... did... Did you just... kill me?
HAT: Eep! *laughs nervously* Um... see, about that... funny story, I- *takes off running*
Stan: Get back here, HAT! *takes off running after her*
*camera moves to show Stan running after HAT out of the studio and then moves back to the stage*
Director: *groans* Ugh, great... *stands in front of camera* Review everybody!