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Short Oneshot South Park fic (TW’s down below before reading)

Hellu friends! I was just sort of lying in bed when this story idea came to mind. While yes, I do love my romance, every once in a while I’m here for the sweet sweet angst/slight mix of horror. I also barely write fanfics but can think of scripts of dialogue for some reason? So that’s the format of this story… oops. Also, the characters can be read as either platonic or romantic, though honestly you shouldn’t be thinking about either for this one, folks.

This is a south park Stan and Kyle short one-shot script dialogue thingy ma jig, and I give you my love right now because in all seriousness, this contains a very dark topic. If you are uncomfortable with what is in the trigger warnings I give below, by all means, DO NOT READ PAST THE MORE LINE. It made me feel a slight panic in my chest just writing this, and I really would hate to have someone go through some dark traumatic memories again. So last warning, it’s about to get real dark, and very uncomfortable.

To the people who are going to read this, I wish you luck, not only for the gruesome topics at hand but also for dealing with my weird mix of both fanfic and theater script dialogue format. I’m also writing this sort of late at night, so if I made some mistakes uh… I’m very sorry. Anyways, this won’t be long, promise.

Stay safe everyone, I love you, and everything will be okay. You got this. Always be sure to ask for help when you need it. <3

-Guppie

TW/ S*icide mentions, graphic g*re mentions, possible derealization(?), anxiety, depression, eyes(?), panic attacks, hyperventilating, mentions of drugs, and finally a weird ass Omori ref I added in for no reason other than I thought it fit .-.

Speechless

Stan: Have you ever thought of killing yourself?

Kyle: …I’m sorry?

Stan: You know, offing yourself. Grab a rope, buy a gun, the end.

Kyle: … *smirks, he thinks it’s a joke* Ah yes, of course. However, I really cannot decide my fate, Stanley. Which method would best accommodate my attitude? *he chuckled*

Stan: *smiles, but it’s forced and dry. Kyle feels like he hears his lips crack.* I’m being serious.

Kyle: *giggles more, and then it slows* …why would you even ask me that?

Stan: *he brushes some of his stray hair back with his hand* You seem different. I can see it in your eyes, the way you smile. God- you’re smoking a pack of cigarettes right next to me on the rooftop of Randy’s barn. You have the biggest eye-bags I’ve ever seen on you.

Kyle: *looks away, suddenly feeling sweat under his collar* “You sure that’s not just because of finals?”

Stan: You haven’t cared about anything this year.

Kyle: …. Stan, if I’m being honest, I- … *he sees Stan’s sad smile and he gulps* I can’t say I’ve been feeling much better than that to be honest..

Stan: … *he takes a hit from his own cigar, eyes dead to the world. That once beautiful sky blue Kyle used to see were now pale in comparison, Stans eyes looked like the mariana trench now. Black. Empty. Devoid of all hope. It’s then his shoulders perk up, but only slightly. He has an idea, Kyle bets.* Let’s do it together, then.

Kyle: *his breath hitches, and suddenly he feels like he’s being pressed into the ground by a boulder* …what..?

Stan: I’m serious. I can figure it out for the both of us and we can just- end it. Together. Like always.

Kyle: …Stan I don’t think we are on the same page here-

Stan: Kyle, I have wanted nothing more than to eliminate my very existence since I was only ten years old. You get how that feels, right?

Kyle: …I-

Stan: whether you are coming with me or not, I’m not going to be here very long. I know it.

Kyle: *he’s full-on sweating now, shaking, panicking* Stan, please- I don’t think this is-

Stan: Kyle.

Kyle: Stan- please let me just-

Stan: Kyle. *he grabs Kyle’s hand, Kyle reflexes and tries to pull his hand back, but Stan doesn’t let him. He puts Kyle’s hand against his own chest.* Do you feel this? This pounding?

Kyle: *he’s breathing heavily, quickly.. it’s getting hard to breathe*

Stan: … Kyle, this- this pounding- it’s all around me now. It’s in my head- it’s- I can feel the ground b r e a t h i n g beneath me. Do you feel it too? Because fuck- Kyle- I need it gone. It’s like the world knows what’s gonna happen. It’s screaming for it. It hurts- it fucking hurts too much. I want to tear out my own organs. Isn’t that just sad? Is that a cynical thing? To want to wipe off every last trace of my existence? Is god a sadist, or am I a masochist? Does he want my blood oozing out, or is that just what they want? All I see nowadays are eyes, Kyle. Like people are watching me- waiting-

Waiting for something to happen?

I can’t take it anymore. Please Kyle- save me- help me…

Kyle: I- you- Stan- *he’s hyperventilating now, vision fuzzy. What’s happening!?* I can’t- bre a th-

Stan: ..Kyle? Kyle!?

Kyle: *everything grows dark as he falls, but Kyle still feels like he’s not alone. He feels the weight of the world crawling on his shoulders. His chest hurts. He looks around, but there’s only silence. What is he doing? Is he going to stop falling? When is he going to hit the ground with a loud crunch?*

…

……

He’s waiting for his end too.

[hellofears]

B r a n d y ↴

TW! HOMOPHOBIA, TRANSPHOBIA, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE

just 1 mention but yk!

21.

Tall, 5'9.

Bi. Check the nails.

Deep voice. (on average)

From the Netherlands

Irish, Dutch. Father is Mexican/Latino.

Parents divorced, has a step dad.

Has a younger brother and infant sister.

Older brother not around presently.

(they semi? but pretty much tried to take their own life, due to a lot, but partially due to harassment+ usually for their gender identity/sexual orientation, beautiful person. Currently receiving help and care. She checks in on them. Delivers chippy and they eat it together every month or so. Keeps each other updated. Brandy is waiting supportively with open arms. Puts part of the money she gets paid towards supporting them. He has the support of the rest of the family pretty much too.)

Grew up lower class, had to be a grinder.

Mother was in s*x work at one point, now a community salon owner. Brandy helps out sometimes.

Dad owns the bar she mainly works at

Part time waitress at a bar/a diner that's mostly active in the evening

Bartends sometimes

Mixologist, Known for her cocktails & specials/originals/mixes

"She can make anything taste good"

Sharp tongue, quick witted, not a huge talker

Her family's known in their towns community, and usually well liked. It's pretty close knit.

Likes to let her friends/mum do her nails. Lil sis goes wild sometimes when she doesn't have to work on the day.

Independent, one of the ppl who brings in income in the family

She loves her family dearly. Both parents, and her step father is pretty nice too.

The divorce was hard in ways but amicable. Better with distance, co-parenting has problems here n there but overall pretty good, no longer able 2 enable each other.

Smiles usually consist of smirks, smug grins and small delicate smiles of adoration for those special.

More actions than words.

Expressive when emotional, especially her eyes.

Type to snort when laughing, hides her face/turns away by habit.

Arguments can be fun, will listen to you complain. Tends to attract chatter boxes usually, but there's a mixture.

Protective. Loves her friends. Will step in.

Surprisingly(?) sociable. Good listener.

Enjoys/appreciates when ppl sincerely enjoy listening to what she has to say and recognizes/connects with the way she communicates. Body language/expressions/noises of affirmation etc. She is paying attention at all times, she is always present.

In a usual casual moment, doesn't really have much to say.

Relationships aren't just words, they're not just fake promises. To her it can really be about actions. Keep talking. She's there.

If she wants to add a point or say something, she will.

Likes basketball, skate boarding, baking and reading.