Emo Stan South Park Novels & Stories

I swatted his shoulder. "Stop. I have to get to this meeting. What kind of mentor keeps his prodigy from the most important meeting of her year?" Stan gave a melodramatic sigh. "And here I thought my party was going to be the most important meeting of your year." My insides froze. "What party? Why?" Stanislas Eastman lived in one of the most iconic and coveted mansions in Mill Valley. His parties were legendary, partly because he only threw one once in a blue moon, and always for a reason.

I said, grinning. “Oh, fuck it," Stan giggled, waving a dismissive hand at me as he walked down the street. His laughs faded as his walk turned to a sprint. “I'm going to conjure up some fucking bitches.” I turned back to the line, slipping my hands into my pocket as I gave a low chuckle. There were idiots, and there was Stan–the one guy I was sure I could turn to if I ever needed to scam to eat. And… that happened way more often than I cared to admit.

“We came to add our voice.” “You sure that’s why Stan came?” Philip drawled. “Hey, pardon me for seeing you for the party pooper that you are,” Stan said dryly as he took a seat. “I mean people actually pay to watch others fuck.” He gave a mock growl. “I hate what you’re doing because to me, you want to eliminate the most explosive visual aphrodisiac ever.” He mumbled. “But I agree, that’s some sick shit.” He roared and then dissolved into laughter with the others.

I am a bit amused to see my Macho friend all teary over his woman. "I got your mail when I got home. I came almost immediately. " "Calm buddy, I tried calling but couldn't get across to you. " "I wanted to be there for Trace. " Stan cries and lays his rather large head on my shoulders. "I can't let it happen to me again man, I can't. " "Let what happen buddy? " I ask confusedly. Stan has been acting funny since he walked into the hospital, now here he is crying and talking all strange. I consider doing some questioning but the old doctor walks in again.

I bite my lip in nervousness as everyone turns their head to the back and looks at them, confused and amused. "Guys, Y'all wanna know ? He was eye fucking our poor Ethan last week. And not for a minute or two, whole one hour.", Amelia says and laughs. I hear people around me whispering 'is he gay ?' My ears search for Ethan's voice. But I don’t hear him. " And do you guys know this thing, already ? He can't even say a word without stuttering. Even his own name. ", Kevin croaks. The people around me stare at me, murmuring things between each other.

However, Henry pretended to be dead, lying motionless as the garbage spilled onto the ground. "Hey, come take a look. Someone's hiding in the trash can. These rich folks are really afraid of dying! This trash can is so smelly and disgusting. I even saw someone throw dog poop in there! Hehehe..." Stan's smile grew wider and wider. "I must say I admire your ability to endure all sorts of humiliation for the sake of escaping. I'm sure it has worked out well for you in the past, but unfortunately, it's me who you're dealing with today. I wonder where the other two kids went. Ah, Henry, you probably don't want to know what happens to those who don't listen, do you?"

*I'm ready to leave. His reply came back in under a minute. *Say the word and I'll have a car there within the hour. Are you safe right now?* *Yes. I just need to be gone before they're back.* *Then get your things. I'll meet you halfway.* An hour later, a black SUV pulled up to the estate. I paused at the door, one hand on the frame. Let them think I burned with it. Let them wonder if I made it out—or if the guilt finally swallowed me whole. Either way, Veronica Stanton would be dead by morning.

He sat down in front of me while staring at me with a serious look on his face. The last time I saw this look on Stan's face was when he broke a bad news to me and it was about Gary Reeds. He duped my company of thirty million dollars and disappeared and I am guessing that whatever Stan wants to say right now is equivalent to breaking the news of Gary deed or even worse.

"Your mom doesn't like it... I want to annoy her when she wakes up..." Xavier grinned. "No don't trouble her... Mom is so sweet. I will leave stuart in your clothes if you annoy her..." Skyler Warned in his baby voice. "Who is Stuart?..." He asked. "It's my hamster... He likes to pee on clothes..." Skyler replied grinning. "Damn you are a evil boy... Who says kids are innocent..." Xavier sighed. They both got alert when they heard beeping sound. Their eyes snapped towards Sarah.

“I regret trusting you! You’re a devil! You’re disgusting!” Stan’s eyes sharpened. He took out a knife from the back pocket of his jeans and I panicked more, thinking he'd stab me with it. I shook my head, my lips trembling. “No! No, Stan! Please! Don't do this! Don't do this!” He laughed evilly. “Now, you're scared? Oh, love. I really love to see you begging. It would. Make sure to cry later and beg me to stop, okay? So I’ll be more excited.”