Your eyes sparkle at the sight of Stan standing proudly with his band. They're all dressed in similar clothing, namely black as the base color with leather chains on their skinny jeans' belt loops. Stan fiddles with his beanie, pressing his hair a bit lower on his forehead, and brings the mic closer to his lips. "One! Two! Three! Four!"
Butters and Kenny start playing their guitars like it's no tomorrow, the chords loud and exceptionally metal. Jimmy, who got up there at the last minute, is going absolutely insane on the drums. It's simply instrumental for what seems to be around 35 seconds, which the entire crowd is bobbing their head to.
Stan glances at you for a moment, only a sparing glance, before closing his eyes completely. "Friend or foe? There's no way to know! Through the battlefield of life, it's kill or be killed! So many times, it's a matter of degree! From being up on your luck, to down on your knees!"
Holy shit! You didn't know that Stan could even sing this genre of music. You expected him to have a softer voice like he did in the car the other day, but this? Well, this is perfect! You like it a lot!
"It's a hellish inferno! This is war eternal!"
"They try to change you, crush and break you, try to tell you what to do! They'd like to have control of you, back against the wall! In danger of losing it all, search deep inside! Remember who you are!"
"It's times like these, when lines are drawn! Which side of the fence are you standing on? There will come a day, not so far away, when the hunter becomes the prey!"
"Yeah, where is he?!" Butters shouts. It sends shivers down your spine hearing his voice in this light.
"It's a hellish inferno! This is war eternal!"
"They try to change you, crush and break you, try to tell you what to do! They'd like to have control of you, back against the wall! In danger of losing it all, search deep inside! Remember who you are!"
"This is fucking war!" Stan and Butters' voices meld into one.
"They try to change you, crush and break you, try to tell you what to do! They'd like to have control of you, back against the wall! In danger of losing it all, search deep inside! Remember who you are!"
The music ends, and you find yourself in complete shock. You knew that they were talented... but to this extent?! You, along with your pals and the rest of the crowd, erupt into loud cheering and clapping. Stan is visibly sweating, his chest heaving as he looks into the crowd... the sight is so ethereal that your mind drifts to something a little... dirtier.
His eyes lock onto yours, and your heart leaps into your throat. His gaze is so intense... Then, you feel as though you're on cloud nine when he gives you the sweetest smile known to man, almost as though he's thanking you for coming. But you'll always support him, so it's not like you need to be thanked!
"Thank you everybody!" Butters exclaims into his mic, which causes more cheers to be thrown his and the band's way. The boys waste no time in hopping off of the stage, considering the fact that their turn has ended very successfully.
You run at full speed, your geta sandals clanking against the sidewalk loudly, but you can't bring yourself to care. Once you're close enough to Stan, you leap into the air and hug him. He catches you easily and twirls you around in the process, his arms tight around your waist. "You did so good, Stan!" You cry, reaching up and squishing his cheeks together affectionately.
"I couldn't have done it without you," he chuckles, and before you can protest, he continues. "I was unsure about the song, but you made me feel a lot better. And you were right about changing that one line. It fits way better than it did before."
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Pinku Cat Cafe [South Park x Reader]
FanfictionThe flight felt like it took days upon days to end... maybe it was because you felt too jittery to fall asleep for many hours and only successfully rested for about two. Your mother got you up at the asscrack of dawn (around 6:00 in the morning), an...