Stanford laid in his childhood bed but it felt different somehow, he gripped his purple sheets in his hands. It was so unbearably dark, he usually had his nightlight but now it was gone. Maybe his father had taken it. He decided to get up and go to his brother Simon's room, Simon always let him sleep at the foot of his bed. He swung his feet over and onto the floor. He yelled when a centipede the size of a small dog crawled out from under his bed, it crawled by his foot which he instantly moved away. He darted from his room and into the upstairs hallway which didn't seem much better. It was so dark except for a light that was on at the end of the hallway that led to the bathroom. Stanford tilted his head slightly, someone must of been awake. He almost tip toed towards the door not wanting to wake anyone, although he could hear something pattering in the dark. He thought he saw another centipede but he wasn't sure. It felt like he had been walking forever but when he finally got to the door and grabbed the door knob he felt a sense of dread wash over him. Like he knew only bad things would come from opening it. He clenched his eyes shut before opening the door. When he opened his eyes he could see his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His father was standing behind him, except his skin was a bit too pale, his eyes were a bit too big, his smile was a bit too long and there were no teeth inside his mouth. Only darkness, at first his eyes had been looking down at Stanford then they slowly moved up to look at the mirror, no not the mirror. He was staring directly into Stanford's eyes. He felt like he couldn't breathe as he stood there, he tried to speak but the only thing that came out of his mouth when he opened it was his teeth and a lot of blood. Stanford woke up in a cold sweat, he was standing in front of his own bathroom mirror, he must of sleep walked. His reflection looked normal except how pale he was, and the addition of the dark circles that had formed under his eyes. He wasn't thinking very well, as his lip brain could only warn him of potential danger that he was in. Danger from something that did not exist. In the mist of it his brain told him if he was with his friends he'd be safe. He mumbled to himself as he leaned on the wall maneuvering out of his room.
"Friends are safe…friends are safe…ohh." He groaned holding his head,
he went into a random bedroom, he didn't care who was in it as long as they were his friend. He immediately knew where he was, each battle force 5 member's room was designed specifically for them. This red garage looking bedroom where the nightstand table was a tool table was definitely Vert's. He was sleeping on the bed, Stanford curled up at the foot of the bed trying his best to not make too much noise. Vert however was a very light sleeper and felt the sudden weight in his bed immediately sitting up to investigate. This scared Stanford who gripped onto teddy bear he had brought with him looking up at Vert nervously.
"Stanford? Dude-" Vert looked at his clock, "it's midnight what are you doing here?"
"I-I'm sorry-" Stanford squeaked out,
Stanford looked genuinely freaked out, like he was on the verge of tears. Vert pulled away realizing he was hovering over him.
"What's wrong?" Vert questioned him,
"Night terror…safe now." Stanford said as he started to drift to sleep.
Vert sighed and shook his head before laying back down. He could question him in the morning. He wasn't even really taking up that much space with the way he was laying.
"Goodnight Stan." He said closing his eyes,
"Goodnight."