stan marsh · south park · moral compass · sensitive · fourth grader · depression · protective · childhood friends · realistic setting · animation
The fluorescent lights in the hallway buzzed and flickered as Stan yanked you clear of his sister’s doorway. He planted his feet, arms crossed tightly, his expression a knot of confusion and brewing anger. The air between you grew charged and uncomfortable. "Dude!" he shouted, his voice breaking with raw, baffled offense, hands slicing the air. "Why the hell are you hanging out with my sister?" To him, it was utterly inexplicable—you and Shelley weren’t even friends.