Drown in my love (Stan x Kyle) (Style) (ZOMBIE AU)

The claw machine⚠️

(⚠️Violence kinda but not really )

This one's a longey. 😳 I'll have to come back and edit this soon. I didn't really look over it well, I just wanted to get it out.

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(Stans pov)

As soon as they got back, Kenny flopped on the couch and sighed contently, his hands nestled behind his head.

"Get your shoes. Off the couch." Craig sneered from one of the kitchen stools, glaring at the blondes shoes

Kenny blinked, and peeked at one of the undersides of his shoe. When he found it'd been covered in dirt from their day out, he offered Craig a guilty smile and slowly shifted so his feet were off the couch.

Stan watched the two, snickering in amusement. Kyle had gone off as soon as they'd entered the house, walking upstairs, although Stan's not sure what for.

All of a sudden, there were the sounds of thundering footsteps, Tricia, Ike and Karen all running down the stairs. Once they reached the bottom, the other two followed Tricia as she made her way to Craig.

"Craig." Tricia said eagerly.

Tweek, who was facing Craig on a stool opposite to him, turned, watching the little girl confidently stomp up to the raven-head.

"Tricia." Craig responded.

"Can we go to the bowling alley?" She asked, her face blank but her tone pleading.

Craig furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Why would you go to the bowling alley? I told you to stop going there."

She raised a brow. "No you didn't.

Craig blinked. "Oh. Well then, stop going there."

The girl groaned, long and drawn out before insisting, " But I really wanna show Karen what's there." She said, reaching out and grabbing Karen's hand to bring it up to Craigs face, as if it'd change his mind.

"No, Trish. Don't you remember what happened last time?"

"And you do? It was like, fifty million years ago, Craig!"

"It was three weeks ago actually."

Tricia huffed and crossed her arms, "You don't let me do anything fun."

Before Craig could respond, Tweek bumped in, "I don't think Craig means anything by it, Trish. I think he just doesn't want you getting hurt again."

"I'm not gonna get hurt! Neither is Ike or Karen. But of course, he-" She pointed at her brother, "Doesn't care. Because he doesn't trust me.

"That's not what I said, Tricia."

"You didn't have to say anything. I know you don't trust me because you don't let me do fucking anything."

Craig looked at his sister blankly, her words processing in his mind. "It's not– It's not that I don't trust you, Tricia. It's just that-"

"Whatever." She growled under her breath, turning away from her brother to run off back upstairs, leaving Ike and Karen behind. She ran past a clueless Kyle who just came from the second floor, watching with concern as a fuming Tricia stomped up the stairs.

When she was out of sight, Kyle's eyes flicked to everyone in the room, searching for an explanation. "What's wrong with Tricia?"

"She's fine. She's just being difficult." Craig said harshly