A/N: Sorry guys for the delay. Hope you enjoy!
Stan's POV
...She was naked, first of all, with the exception of a pair of panties. Her hair, long and black, hung down to the middle of her back, as it always did, but he hadn't noticed how wispy and dry it was. Her desk lamp did no justice for her hair; it merely outlined the change in the appearance. Her legs were so thin they wobbled under the weight of her body. Stan thought they looked much like that of a chickens. Overall, the appearance of Wendy truly terrified him, but what she herself was doing was by far even scarier.
She was gazing upon herself in a mirror, and despite being able to catch Stan's reflection from the way it was facing her door, she seem to fixated on her own reflection: She was grabbing skin on her hallow stomach, labeling it as "fat" and just putting herself down.
"Fat...just need to lose a few more pounds and I'll be THIN," Wendy was muttering under her breath, in a tone Stan had never heard from her before. Her usual cheerful, bubbly tone had been replaced with a sad, lethargic, and almost monotone way of speaking. It was all too much for him. He decided to intervene.
"Er, Wendy?"
The frail girl spun around in a flash. Her green eyes pierce him in a way he had never seen before, and her expression went from surprise to fear followed by anger in a matter of a second. Her bony hands themselves fell to her sides, thus ceasing her relentless pokes at her "fat".
"Stan! What the hell?" Wendy asked sternly, reaching for her housecoat and letting it fall over her flimsy body. "Why are you here? And why didn't you knock?"
"I just wanted to see you, that's it. Why?" Stan shifted uncomfortably on the spot.
"But-but-it's like 8:30 at night! I have homework to do, Stan! I also have to go for a run, so i would appreciate it if you could leave," Wendy said angrily, her eyes flashing.
"Ok. Well I'm sorry, i just honestly wanted to-"
"What, Stan? What? What did you want to do?" She went over and sat on her bed.
"I-I jus-," Stan felt the urge to throw up but resisted. "You know what? I'll just leave." He turned around and, as he was departing, he heard Wendy sighing as though she was angry with herself.
As he made his way home, Stan couldn't get the frightening image of her bony legs out of his mind. What was wrong with her?
End Note: Wow that was really hard to write. Sorry if these one seemed lame and shitty. It's going to get better just as soon as i work out the bugs, you know? Review please!