Gravity Falls
Another whirring noise, followed by a small crack of electricity that sped up the side of a large machine. Stan coughed and blew the smog away, glaring up at it. 'One of these days...'
The dark smoke finally subsided. Still no further changes. Sighing, he decided to call it a night. It was past one in the morning by now, and while he had often stayed up much later, he'd been busy moving fairly heavy beds and book shelves and a dresser from the attic room to another all afternoon. It was worth it if the kids were happy, the conman guessed. Not that it had been a very 'happy' decision in his book.
With one last look at the machine, he forced himself to quietly sneak up the stairs and back to the small elevator, ending up behind the vending machine door. Locking that back up, he followed the same mostly-silent steps he had for years.
Passing Dipper's 'new' room, Stan checked through the cracked open door to make sure the preteen was okay and asleep. Everything had been placed the way he set it, but the blanket and pillow had been taken and no one was in the bed.
This sight hit Stan like a sack of fake-golden bricks, his stomach dropping and his skin going cold with fear. "He- He's just gone to the bathroom, right? He wouldn't drag a pillow in there though," he reasoned panicingly in his mind. "Oh fu- How did I not hear this happening?! If someone came and hurt them..."
He clambored quickly up to the room Mabel was still in. "If something got to Dipper, will Mabel be gone too? I can't believe I let this happen! What am I gonna say-"
Pushing the door open fast, he sighed and held his head in his palm. Both the twins were safely tucked in the young girl's bed, dreaming away. Mabel was on her back, flat in bed with the pig on her feet, both covered in blankets and stuffies. Dipper was on the edge with an arm hanging off and semi-dried drool on his shirt collar and pillow, with a blanket hanging down his stomach to the floor. Besides their breathing and occasional snort or mumble, and the wind outside, the room was in a comfortable silence. Stan watched them laying there for another minute or so while he calmed himself down from that frighten.
Finally being somewhat satisfied with their saftey, he turned and closed the door most of the way shut. He started thinking about the bed frame and things he'd already moved the day before, and how he would have to move them again in the morning probably. But he couldn't bring himself to stay mad right now. They were okay and asleep, and needed all the time they had to stay together and enjoy their companionship for now anyway. He couldn't have them turning out like himself, after all... They should enjoy their time now.
Didn't mean he wouldn't complain to them and make Dipper move the bed himself tomorrow instead.