A young man leaned against his black van, counting the seconds he was wasting. In one hand was a bottle of half drunken vodka, which every once in a while he would top back, emptying more of its contents into himself, the other hand supported him as he tried standing in his now inverted perspective. He was past the point of being buzzed and now all he could do was continue drinking until something else came his way to distract him.
He was an interesting sight for the small town of Gravity Falls. Everyone there could tell he was a tourist just from how badly he stuck out. Green liberty spikes ran down his skull in a straight line, while the remainder of his hair was black, which hung loosely over his right eye. He wore a large white jacket, one that was custom made from a straight jacket which he was prided to wear at every instance he could.
A couple strolled by, making him automatically think of her. That white haired vixen who kept him further than arm distance away from him. She was the only reason he was there, in a town miles away from his own.
He took off after them, a very odd scene that was; more of an awkward trot, his legs moving in multiple directions in his minds view of the world. When he caught up with them, they turned to look at him like the freak show he was. The boy, probably only 16, seemed ready to punch the guys lights out. A lanky emo, if he had to guess his name he'd of gone with Thomas, or even Derrick, The girl was more confused, even reminding him of his girl, just less stuck up and more timid toward him. He'd of made a fast food joke if he could.
"What's your problem guy!? We're just on a walk, not like you running at us isn't freaky enough." The kid made a point to get in his face. The taller man relished in the sickened look of the emo as he smelt the strong scent of liquor on his tongue, gagging. He laughed as the kid retreated back to his girlfriend.
"You don't scare me shortstack." He slurred back at the couple, enjoying the joint feat and confusion he was bringing. Then his head snapped back to the idea he had to chase them down. "Have you guys noticed anything… Off?"
The kid laughed, "Just you!"
His girlfriend jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow, "Robby! Just tell him no."
"We haven't." He rubbed the area she had hit.
"You haven't met a white haired girl, her floating skull, and a British count Chocula?"
The girl shook her head, "You sure you're not on anything pal?"
The guy cackled at that, "Alcohol may slow me down, but I can definitely see all your pretty little hairs aren't snakes."
Her eyebrows arched at that, Robby grabbed her wrist, hissing," Don't listen to this creep Wendy, let's go."
As they began walking away, at a faster pace, the man cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted back at them," And the name's not Creep! It's Tork, and I'll be here all week!"
(Thanks for reading so far, I started this as mainly a joke from the fact Robby and my OC Tork are very alike physically. I've chunked this apart, unlike previous other fanfics I've done, going character to character to determine Chapter, not just scene change. Considering feed back, I may leave the rest of the story for myself to enjoy. But it was made to share, so I'll get the first few chapters out. (Story will become more conspirical (conspirical should be a word) as I go on.) Most of the cast will feature as well.)