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In where, the Prince Stanley Marsh meets the homeless boy Kyle Broflovski.
They are aged up obviously.
Trigger Warnings: ⚠️
- Mature language
- Mature scenes
- Violence (angst)
- Blackmailing
- BxB
There will be put, a warning on every mat...
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Kyle looked into his small duffle bag. He had packed all his belongings, which consisted of a couple changes of raggy clothes, the notebook his parents got him for his 16th birthday and his old filthy plushie.
The boy sighed. He didn't own much, but he never realized just how little he owned until he had to pack up all his belongings. His service to the royal family started tomorrow morning. The carriage would be there to pick him up in a few hours, since he lived 5 cities away from the capital of 'South Park'.
"Honey, are you packed?" Mrs. Broflovski shouted from the kitchen.
Kyle picked up his light duffle bag and walked out of his, his brother's and his parents' shared bedroom.
"Yeah." Kyle answered, putting his bag down by the broken door of their house.
"Great. Come eat dinner with us, honey." Mr. Broflovski said.
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Kyle sighed and walked into the kitchen where his mother passed him a plate with a carrot on, and half of a cooked potato.
Kyle's parents had decided to cut down on their usage of food until Kyle had gotten a job at the royal house, since they didn't have any source of income at the moment.
"Come, bubbie. Let's eat together one last time, okay?" Mrs. Broflovski said, showing Kyle her smile.
It looked like his parents were happy that he was leaving from how widely they smiled, but they simply smiled to keep Kyle's mood up. Well, on the other hand, his brother Ike, was crying. He had been really down the last week, but his little brother made him happy by spending time with him.
"I'm gonna miss you guys." Kyle said with a chuckle, picking up his carrot.
His fingers seemed to be layered in a permanent layer of dirt, but he didn't mind. He was used to it after all.
"Were gonna miss you too, honey. You have to remember to write us as often as you can." Mrs. Broflovski said with a forced smile.
"Of course. And I'll send you all the money I earn." Kyle said with a smile.
"Oh, God, dear. You dont have to send us it all. Only a little bit. You deserve to keep some of the money for yourself." Mr. Broflovski said, waving his arms for a second.
Kyle chuckled.
"Don't worry about me dad. I won't be needing the money as much as you. And I will be sending you my whole paycheck. I want to give you as much wealth so that you can live a happy life here while I am gone. And plus, Ike could buy the toys and clothes he always wanted." Kyle said, while patting his brother on the head.
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Stanley woke up to his annoying little brother shaking his body awake. Stanley slapped Butter's shoulder and rolled over in bed, with a groan.
