Stan had sawed off the shotgun. It was finally completed. He'd spent hours working on it, and even though he knew that it wasn't a masterpiece, he felt proud of himself for completing it.
He placed the gun onto his bed, along with other ones he had as well as Wendy's guns.
He rationed out the ammo, seeing how much he had left. He'd come to to conclusion he'd probably have to secretly order some ammo offline.
Finding some cheap ammo seller, he restocked all the gun cartridges. But this time, he bought some hollow point and green tipped bullets.
As he sat on his bed, he started to record his small armory.
"This is my baby...I'm calling her Sol. Named after Sol Pais..." - Stan muttered, racking his shotgun.
"My Hi-point...y'know the same gun Eric Harris used...and the big bad...uh...AR-15" - Stan said, taking the guns one by one and panning them over the camera lens.
Stan was dicking around with his basement tapes for a couple days, mostly forgetting to record, or not liking the finishing product, as well as his journal entries.
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An accusation of him "leading on" Kenny's 14 year old sister, Karen was the most fucked up thing he'd ever heard, all throughout the school Stan was referred to a "pedophile" or some such shit. It got so bad the fucking police came to his house after school to question him. That fucking day was one of the longest in Stan's life, being questioned by officers who were obviously trying to make it look like they had nothing better to do than harass a poor innocent kid...A kid who wasn't totally planning anything...certainty not...no way.
It was over finally after a couple of hours, an luckily they didn't search throughout the house, if they did...
Stan just wanted to die at that point.
The entire ordeal left Stan with no friends, not that he had any before but now there weren't even a single person willing to be around him. He had always been a loner, mostly because he never really cared about anything anyone else did, but this was far worse than anything he could have imagined.
Wendy still at least had his back, she knew all the allegations were complete fucking garbage, and she supported him through all of it. She stuck with him through thick and thin, and she was the only one he felt comfortable talking to anymore.
Stan couldn't stop the anger building inside him, a never ending spiral of hatred that cannot be stopped and is going to rip them all to pieces.
He needed to find some way to get revenge, he couldn't stand that smug fucker Kenny for what he did to him. He could've killed Kenny right then and there, he would have done it without hesitation.
In his diary he wrote "FUCK YOU KENNY, I WILL FUCKING BLOW A FUCKING HOLE IN YOUR FACE FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME"
He felt a surge of adrenaline flow through his veins, as if something was telling him to act on his impulses.
He knew the allegations were untrue, and was pissed because of how fucked up they were
He laid in bed staring at the ceiling, feeling sorry for himself and playing out scenarios in his mind of him killing Kenny and every last one of the other assholes who had bullied him over the years.
Stan had always had homicidal and suicidal thoughts, the straw that broke the camel's back was this. A smell of indescribable chemical and pure fire filled his nose he was...emulsified.
