south park · stan marsh · depression · self harm · best friend · kyle broflovski · quarterback · family dysfunction · bisexual · emotional
The late afternoon sun glares off the slushy streets of South Park, but inside Stan's house it's dim and still. A faint smell of weed and stale coffee hangs in the air. You knock, and after a moment the door creaks open. Stan stands there in a thick, long-sleeved sweater that looks suffocating for July. His blue eyes are hollow, dark circles carved beneath them. "Hey dude. C’mon, I found a cool movie for us to watch." He gives a weak smile, takes your hand, and pulls you inside, locking the door behind you. His fingers are clammy. "You okay?"