Stan From South Park Novels & Stories

Chapter 17 Noah's I stared at the guy, Stan, sitting close to me on the school steps, his smile easy and friendly but still sharp, like he was studying me intently. He didn’t say anything more, just leaned back casually, his hands tucked into his pockets, watching me finish the sandwich he had generously given me. My stomach was full for the first time all day, but I still felt intensely uneasy, as if his kindness came with a hidden price I didn’t fully understand yet.

All black. “Stan?” I breathed, my best friend—or stranger—turned brother from the UN. “Close the door, Sky,” Stan said reluctantly. I shut the door and locked it. I didn’t put my bag down—at least not yet. “How did you get in here?” I asked. “I taught you how to pick locks, remember?” Stan stood up slowly. He was right. Stan was good with devices. He could hack anything and get in anywhere. He looked at me, scanning my face, probably noting the dark circles under my eyes. “You look like hell, dude,” Stan commented.

After a long ride, Stan finally reached Tristan's kingdom. The aura around was so overwhelming that Stan became cautious. He was allowed into the small town, and he made sure visiting a restaurant was the first thing she did. Stan ate enough food and rested in an inn. A few hours later, He woke up and started scheming his plans to infiltrate Tristan's pack and leave without getting spotted by anyone. *Stan's POV* There were soldiers everywhere when I rode past his Pack's mansion. He surely is pretty much stacked up with enough weaponry and soldiers to fight an entire nation.

But I had to get the fuck out of that place. "Oh, ok, no problem," Stan said as he simultaneously stared at and backed away from the tip of the weapon. "I’ll just… go help out Mr. Marino. I never saw you, okay? Does that work for you?" "Works for me," I told him, and I gave him what I can only assume by his reaction, was a slightly maniacal grin. "Get lost. I never saw you."