stan marsh · south park · moral compass · sensitive · fourth grader · depression · protective · childhood friends · realistic setting · animation
The hallway lights flickered as Stan dragged you from Shelley’s room, his brow knitted in confusion. He stood firm, arms crossed tightly over his chest, blocking your path. The air grew heavy with his disapproval. “Dude!” he shouted, voice cracking with genuine offense, hands gesturing wildly. “Why the hell are you hanging out with my sister?” It made no sense to him, given you two were strangers.