backtrack (style)

chapter three

kidnapping your past self

"That will never not be terrifying," Stan thinks to himself as he opens his eyes once again to this weird limbo location.

It's a very surreal experience, and Stan's finding it hard to keep his gaze focused on one thing. He compares it to having peripheral vision everywhere.

"So, plan B, huh? Well, plan A would probably be easier, although I'll have to deal with past Kenny. I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. But- plan B definitely sounds better for me. Kenny even said it was preferred."

As Stan babbles on to himself, he doesn't realize that the inevitable hole is getting closer. So, when he finally falls in, he screams like a little kid who lost an argument.

"AAAAAAAAAAH FU-"

Stan groans. His back feels awfully sore, and he's sprawled out on the ground again.

He lifts himself up and looks around. Once he sees the familiar Broncos poster, though, he knows exactly where he is.

Quickly, looking at the watch, he sees the time: 9:58 PM.

Right now, while his current self is in his room, Stan's past self is probably brushing his teeth.

"Alright, thanks Mom, I'll be in my room!" He hears his past self yell.

Stan quickly makes a bolt to the closet and shuts himself inside. He hears the other Stan open up his room door and sigh.

Stan holds his breath, careful to not break the first law of time travel. He's assuming it's very important.

Stan number 2 jumps onto his bed, and Stan watches through the crack in the door. His past self is currently reading- no wait. Is that his weed book?

Stan smiles, trying not to laugh. He now knows what day this is. It's the last time he got high. Stan has always kept a stash of marijuana in a book. No one reads books nowadays in South Park.

He watches as Stan 2 gets some out and rolls it before lighting it up. Stan giggles a little bit. He's never seen himself get high, and his usual reaction to marijuana is similar to Craig's: to get really fucking tired.

So maybe... if...

No, that would be breaking the number one rule of time travel.

Stan looks back in the closet to find an old iron man mask he leant Kenny.

"Fuck it," he whispers.

Stan waits patiently for his past self to doze off to sleep. It doesn't help that Stan is a very light sleeper, so he'll have to be careful. Now, the question is where can he get all of the supplies he needs in such a short amount of time?

A rag, a rope, a padlock, and some chloroform.

Cartman's house.

So, as quietly as he can, Stan opens the closet door. Every little creak sends shivers down his spine, terrified of waking Stan 2 up.

Once Stan can slide out of the closet, he quietly tiptoes out of his room. He slips through the door and closes it quickly. But, he's met with an obstacle.