Why Do I Love You so Much(Style South Park)

Reuniting

Big ass time skip to when their 40 IM SORRY I JUST DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO-

I sat at my desk sipping my whiskey, staring at the news of covid. I yawned and took another sip. Not really watching or listening. I started listening when they said that a scientist died, "Kenny McCormick has just died, but he died for the cause of trying to figure out covid."

My mouth dropped and so did my glass, my "wife" rushed in the room, "Stanley what happened?"

"I dropped my wine glass and my friend from when I was a kid just died," I said monotone.

She quickly cleaned up the mess, "So that's why you got a email saying to go to South Park."

"Show me the email."

She glared at me but did it her eyes projected my email. Her robot voice read me the email. (If you don't remember Stan's "wife" type thing is a robot in the post covid) "I don't want to go back to South Park."

"Your friend just died!"

I rolled my eyes, "No I have work to do, now get me some more Whisky."

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I don't know how it happened or when, but I woke up driving in my car. That son a bitch robot AI thing must've put me in the car while I was passed out. She didn't look away while she spoke, "We"er almost to South Park, about 15 minutes."

   I groan I can't believe I'm going back to that shit hole. We get to the beaten up sign and there's a big fence around the town. We drive in no problem, but now we have to find a place to stay. There's still the crappy motel downtown. Might as well just stay there. The funeral is in 2 days so after the funeral I'm bolting out of this place. She parks outside the motel and we walk in and request a room for 2. I walked into the room and it smelled gross, the sheets are stained and there's cigarette burns on the floor. Just a shit hole like the rest of the town, speaking of the rest of the town. I wanna go walking to see if it's the same, "I'm going out," I say.

  "Ok ju-," I cut her of by slamming the door.

  Starks pound has to still be a thing I mean it's a pound. I still remember all the streets, turns, and short cuts. I reach the pound and sit down there's a man sitting as well so I sit farther away. I sneak a glimpse at him, he has, dull curly red hair, and freckles, but I can't see his eyes. The man looks at me to see why I'm staring and I was meet with the brightest green eyes- have I seen this man before? "Uh can I help you?" He asked, his voice wasn't deep but not high either.

  "Oh uhm, I'm sorry you just looked familiar," I say trailing of.

  He gives me a confused look, "Well I'm Kyle, Kyle Brofloski."

My mouth drops and my eyes widen, "Kyle?"

His eyes dart around confused, "Yes?"

I fumble my words, "I-it's me. Stan Marsh!"

 His eyes widen significantly as well and he smiles, "Stan?! Oh gosh I haven't seen or talked to you in probably 30 years..." 

I sigh, "Yea that's my fault, sorry for not texting, or calling, or even trying to connect with you."

"It's ok, it's also my fault I should've talked to you more."

I start smiling with him, "So you have a family, kids, wife," I ask.

 He shakes his head, "No just girlfriends hear and there, how bout you."

I laugh, "Nothing but a dumb robot."

He looks confused again, "Robot?" He shakes his head, "I don't wanna know."