Wow almost a month since I last posted, I know I'm evil, making you all wait. Stan's nightmare is going to be super special and have two versions this one I made up, the other one a fan gave me. Lets get to the scaryies. :)

Chapter: I already forgot, 5 I think.

Stan's Nightmare

By: thecrazierone

Stan was in his empty living room room, it was so quiet you could hear a pin fall or anything else fall. Stan was rarely home alone, and it only happened for short periods of time, so Stan always tried to get the most done when he was home alone. But, Stan was hungry and as the saying goes you can't do any thing on an empty stomach. So, Stan went to the kitchen to get food. But, as soon as he entered the kitchen he could tell something was wrong, it was very obvious. The whole kitchen looked like something from a Barbie Doll Dream House. The whole kitchen was pink all different shades. The refrigerator was a dark rose pink with flower magnets on it, the tile on the floor was a mixture of white and light pink. The counters were a bight pink and the cabinets were a light, light, pink almost white. All the appliances were random shades of pink. It was so much pink that it made Stan want to puke and he almost did, but he kept it in. Why in the hell was the kitchen all pink? Stan decided it was his stupid sister Shelly and his mom they never really thought about him and dad when it came to designing the house. So, Stan walked back into the living room, but again it was pink, but they couldn't have redone the living room that fast he was only in the kitchen for about a minute. The walls were a light pink and the sofa was a regular pink with deep pink flowers. The T.V was a deep rose pink, and the carpet was again a light pink. Now Stan was confused he was just in the living room five minutes a ago how the hell could it all turn pink, his most hated color.

"Hi Stan" came a sickly sweet voice from the shadows, the voice sent shivers up Stan's spine. The figure that the voice belonged to moved out from the shadows. That figure was Wendy, but it didn't look as pretty as she normally was. Her hair wasn't brushed and stood out in small black lines. Her eyes were larger than regularly they also had a sleep-deprived, crazy look to them.

"O-Oh, He-Hey Wendy," Stan managed to chock out of him as he backed up to Wendy who was walking closer to him with small steps. Stan wondered how the hell Wendy got in his house, they had broke up a while ago and Wendy never even had the key to his house in the first place.

"I love you Stan." Wendy creepily stated "Do you love me?" Stan considered his options, what was the answer Wendy was looking for. God girls were so hard to figure out! Stan decided to lie and say yes, hopefully that's what she wanted him to say.

"O-Of course I l-love you" Stan answered trying to sound as true as possible, "B-Babe" Stan added the pet name to hopefully reassure Wendy because the look she was giving him started to scare Stan.

"Good"Wendy said using her hands to flatten her messy hair. "Because, now it's just you and me." What did Wendy mean?

"W-What do you mean Wendy?" Stan hesitantly. Instead of answering him, Wendy grabbed Stan's hand and lead him out of the house and into the street which was nearly all pink, and empty.

"Don't you just love what I did with the place? I think the flowers add a nice touch." Wendy said picking a flower off a flower bush near her. Stan just looked around wondering what the hell was going on, were is everyone.

"Uh Wendy, were is everyone?" Asked Stan trying to find any other forms of human life besides him and Wendy.

"Gone" Wendy replied almost as soon he asked. "It's just you," she poked him on the nose. "And me," Stan went white, what the hell did Wendy do to everyone, wait never mind he had to get away from her, she was crazy! When Wendy was focused on watering the plants, Stan quietly tip-toed away, but he wasn't able to go far before Wendy noticed.

"Stan were are you going?" Wendy asked. But, before Stan could respond Wendy started talking again, " Are you trying to get away from me? You don't love me do you? Well fine than if I can't have you no one can!" Wendy pulled a gun out of what seemed to be no were, and pointed it at Stan, as he closed his shut. Before Stan could do anything to react a loud bang shot through the sky like a, well like a gun being fired. Stan slowly opened his eyes to find him self, not dead in a very pink street, but in his un-pink room on his bed. Stan sighed it was all just a dream, a nightmare. Stan sat on his bed, on a lazy Saturday morning, when his phone suddenly rang. Stan could see from the caller ID that it was Kyle, Stan picked up and chatted with his super best friend as the nightmare faded out of his memory.

Alright guys, how was it? Sorry for such a long wait.