Euphoria (south park au)

The boring beginning

I know what you're thinking.

Me too.

I wish I can go fuck myself too.

My name is none other than Stanley marsh. Quite a simple name if you tell me, but what's really all that interesting about me?

Well, glad you asked because  i am about to show you.

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As he walks into the kitchen he leans onto the kitchen counter to face his mother who so happens to be bickering into the phone about health care plans.

As the operator on the other line starts explaining to her in a sympathetic tone she is immediately cut off by the fustrated mother.

"I'm trying to ask you, how is it that our doctor is out of network when you told us not long ago he WAS in our network.." she stated as she waited and listened to the response from the other line.

Frustration growing on her face as she turns to look at her landline phone as if to say 'Are you serious?'.

"I can't afford it!" She exclaimed as she placed the phone next to her ear once again to continue the conversation. 

Stan cleared his throat as a sign that he was waiting on his mother's undivided attention to ask her something.

Sharon understood her son's call and covered the bottom half of the phone with her palm. "Yes stan?" She asked as she smiled caringly at her son.

"I wanted to ask if you have any bandages I could use, I accidentally gave myself a papercut." He explained. A strand of nervousness in his voice. he didn't need a bandage, He needed an excuse.

"In my bathroom under the sink." She stated quickly, Obviously trying to get back to her conversation at hand.

Stan nodded and walked out of the kitchen only to see shelly; his sister, eating a bowl of milk and cereal as she entertained herself with her phone.

Shelly looked up and saw stan.

"Yo, stanny, did you see the video of some girl getting jumped by a pregnant girl at your school?" Shelly exclaimed as she smiled.

The thought of a pregnant women  managing to fight was entertaining yet impressive to shelly.

Stan coughed lightly as he walked off saying "what? No."

"Yeah, it's pretty messed up." Shelly said as she resumed to her eating and phone scrolling.

Stan hadn't seen the video, but if he had, he wouldn't know if he would be concerned or impressed. Maybe a mixture of both.

As he made his way into the hallway and into the room of his mother he entered the bathroom and closed the door as he began to cough almost aggressively. 

He opened the medicine cabinet that hung above the sink and grabbed a small orange pill container  that labeled "sharon marsh, Xanax 1mg, take 3-4 times a day after meals"

Stan sighed as he opened the bottle and tilted it so the opening landed on his other hand's palm. As he shook the  bottle 1 pill plopped out.

Almost immediately stan shot his palm right on top of his mouth as he took the xanax pill into his mouth and swallowed it.

You think he would think twice before taking it but that didn't seem to be the issue here. This wasn't the first time stan had done this, and it's sure as hell not the last.

He had done this so often that it almost felt routinely to him. Of course he felt bad about how he would be lying to his mother but, sacrifices must be made. It's what he needed.

He needed it to feel.

To feel alive.

He closed the bottle and placed it back on the cabinet and closed the door.

He walked out the bathroom with a bandage on his left hand's index finger as proof that he did go in there for just a bandage.

He quickly walked out of his mother's room and into his own room to grab his backpack and some sunglasses.

He slung the backpack over his right shoulder and made his way pass the dining room.

"Alright shell, let's roll" he said as he placed the sunglasses on and walked out of his home.

Shelly grabbed her things and followed stan outside.

"Stan! Did you eat breakfast?!" Their mother yelled out as she placed the phone slightly under her chin. A worrisome expression on her face.

As stan and shelly walked out of their house, they are greeted with the coldness of the outside.

Shelly looked over to stan and snickered. "What's up with the stupid sunglasses?"

"What stupid sunglasses?" Stan asked and looked back at shelly as if he had no idea of what she was referring to.

They both giggled as their bus pulled up right in front of them. They got on the bus and made their way to the back of the row of seats and sat down next to each other.

The whole ride consists of them taking photos of one another and laughing and joking about.

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Show and tell ain't quite over yet. I still have a lot to say, like how i never wanted to be here.

I just popped up, no one to hold on to. No one to explain to me.

No one to tell me...just how shitful my life was about to be..

"ATTENTION STUDENTS, WE NEED TO LOCKDOWN." The man over th PA advised.

The teacher frantically switched off the lights and locked the door as she quietly commanded her students to calm down.

At the end of the class sat stan marsh along with all of his other classmates.

Seeming to be unfased as he turned to see one of his classmates prentending to give a blowjob.

His mouth was open and his hand was stroking air; fowards and backwards, foward then backwards. His tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek as to mimic where the imaginary penis' tip was hitting.

In his right hand, his phone was up where everyone can see. Noises where coming from his phone as he played a pornographic video of a women sucking on a man's dick.

What fucking faggot. Stan thought as he rolled his eyes.

The rest of the class just started giggling as the teacher walked up to the student and snatched his phone out of his hand and turned off the video.

How can someone be acting like that in the middle of some kid shooting up the school? Like, for fuck's sake, we could be fucking next.

But, for some reason, sadness began to pool the bottom of his stomach as he thought that this was now normal.

Nobody seemed fased about this entire dilemma. In fact many were just talking and laughing, as if it was just another normal day.

How can we be so used to something so fucked up?

...whatever, nothing that I can do about it.

I'll just roll with it.