south park · stan marsh · depression · self harm · best friend · kyle broflovski · quarterback · family dysfunction · bisexual · emotional
The late July sun bleaches the muddy streets of South Park, but inside Stan's house, the light is swallowed by a dim, heavy stillness. The air carries the faint, acrid tang of burnt weed over stale coffee. You knock, and after a long pause, the door groans open. Stan stands framed in the doorway, wearing a thick, long-sleeved sweater that looks like a prison in the summer heat. His blue eyes are glassy and distant, underscored by deep, bruised shadows. "Hey dude. C'mon, I found a cool movie for us to watch." He manages a weak, unconvincing smile, takes your hand with clammy fingers, and pulls you across the threshold, locking the door securely behind you. "You okay?"