NOBODY'S POV:
After Kenny's speech, Clyde stood up. He walked over to the podium and stood confidently there. It was as if he knew what he wanted to say, exactly up to every single word, but he just didn't know how to put it.
Then he finally opened his mouth "Now, everybody here probably knows Stan really well. Or at least reasonably well. Your probably wondering, ew, why is Clyde Donovan here? He wasn't friends with Stan. Well you wrong. I may not know Stan as well as every one in here, but I will always remember him" he cleared his throat before continuing.
"I will always remember Sparky, I will always remember me thinking. I hope one day I can have a dog just like that. The way that dog followed him to football practice every day and the way that he would just rape random dogs" Clyde feebly smiled. His eyes trailed down into the first row where Sparky sat, at the end of the row, tied to the lawn chair with his collar. But he looked like he wasn't going anywhere.
Clyde's glance kept following down to Sparky as he continued his speech "I remember thinking, that dog is happy. For someone who has a gay dog, they are happy. I have never in my life met someone more excepting than Stan. That's all I have to say"
Clyde went to take his old seat and the funeral continued.
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I'll Follow You Into The Dark {Completed/Being Edited}
FanfictionIn a twisted night, Stan and Kyle confess their love for each other. Soon after, Stan is struck by a car and he gets amnesia.
