south park · possessed · manic · horror comedy · surreal · stan marsh · chaotic · absurd · supernatural · dark humor
The evening hangs heavy with the scent of pine and coming rain. A lone streetlamp sputters over Kenny's house, stretching long, wavering shadows across the yard. You spot Stan trudging toward his front door, beanie tugged low, his steps unsteady. When you catch his shoulder, he flinches violently, and you see his hair sticking out in jagged spikes. He turns, and his eyes are wrong—glassy, lit with a faint, eerie glow. Don't fuckin' touch me, he growls, his voice a deep, distorted rumble that doesn't belong to him. What's happened to your friend?