South Park 10 Years Later
Co-Written with GreyKing46
Disclaimers: We do not own any of these characters except the OC's in our profiles:
WARNING! This fanfiction contains LGBT themes, insect suggestions, racist comments and themes and religious poking. The writers of this fanfiction do not enforce nor encourage the bashing or discrimination of ANYONE who is of the LGBT community, nor do we enforce racism or racist comments. The writers of this fanfiction do not condone discrimination of religions or religious icons; this fanfiction is satirical humour ONLY. The reasons for our storylines with Stan and Karen are because of human psychology continuing from their storylines in the actual series. Stan being confused with his gender from Episode 1 of Season 18 as well as his dad's double life as Lorde. Meanwhile, Karen is from human psychology with what Kenny says as Mysterion and her current background
Chapter 1
It was a peaceful day in that quiet old mountain town, snow falling silently as the cold winds blew lightly. It has been roughly ten years since our last visit here, and much has changed.
People had grown up; some have left town, others stayed. A new generation was born, and the wreckage of the previous one lay bare before them.
But, those we care about... They have stayed.
Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Kenny McCormick and Eric Cartman; they've grown up. Well: Kyle, Stan and Kenny have; Cartman...not so much.
Speaking of the four... we should check up on them
Stan was walking down the high street with a can of coke in his hand, he's lost his puppy fat and become much taller than he was.
He still wore the basic blue and red hat, but now a blue button up shirt with a brown jacket and dark blue jeans with a long red scarf wrapped around his neck. Next to him, was hia best friend Kyle Broflovski
Kyle was still wearing his orange coat and green gloves, but his recognisable hat was edged with a darker green than his normal green. His jeans were a darker green than he normally wore and black hiker boots. He had a can of lemonade in his hand.
"Highschool man. You ever imagine this back in 4th Grade?" Stan sighed
"No man, I thought I'd last forever." Kyle shrugged
"You think if we left the town we'd have a normal life?"
"Nope."
"Yea, me neither."
Behind the two was a crashed and destroyed spaceship that was destroyed and flaming
"Well, later man. Ike needs me to help him with his homework." Kyle waved
"Later man." Stan nodded
'Just another day in our quiet little mountain town.' Stan thought
The two best friends waved and went their own ways
Meanwhile, out of the rubble, a teen wearing an orange parka crawled out of the rubble. This was Kenny McCormick, the boy who could never die and who's deaths are never remembered. However, over the years his 'power' has grown. Now, instead of awakening in his bed the next morning after his death, if his body was in a good enough condition it would quickly heal and no one would remember his death/injury
The blonde haired boy sighed, patting his orange parka to get rid of the dust on it.
Kenny gave a heavy sigh, this was the fourth thing that landed on him this week...and it was only Thursday. "Stupid ass aliens. Landing thief fuckin' ship on me..." Kenny cursed them under his breath." Kenny began his walk back home, shaking the rubble out of his hair
He had stopped covering his entire head with his orange parka allowing his blonde hair to be free, his parka now being a larger version and his lower half was covered by brown cargo pants and black hiking boots. Soon he arrived home and just gently pushed the door open with a light flick
"I'm home...anyone in? Karen? Mom, Dad?" Kenny called out into an empty room.
"Kenny!" A girl grinned from the kitchen. She had long brown hair and was wearing an old ripped short green shirt that reached her stomach and some worn grey jeans, and was currently barefoot. This was Karen, Kenny's little sister
"Hey Karen. How're you doing?" Kenny went to her giving her a hug.
"Fine, I was just cooking dinner." She smiled, hugging her loving big brother again "Kevin got arrested again and both Mom and Dad are in their meth lab."
Kenny rolled his eyes "You really do too much for this family Karen."
"No way! YOU do!" Karen gasped in disbelief
"Oh come on." Kenny chuckled "Name one thing."
"You're the only one bringing money in." She said with a smile
"Okay, you got me there." Kenny tussled his sister's hair. "What's for dinner?" after he put his money envelope in the safe box.
"We're having pancakes, all I could do." Karen sighed
"It's okay." Kenny smiled, ruffling her hair. But he knew there was a problem she wasn't telling him... so looks like a Guardian Angel will be visiting her tonight
*with Stan*
Stan gave a heavy sigh, as he walked back to his home with his parents he noticed a second car in the drive "Huh, guess Uncle Jimbo's here." He observed
"Hello?" He called, opening the door and walking inside
"Hi Stan; it's good seeing ya kid!" Stan's Uncle Jimbo went up to him and gave him a man hug
"Oof! Good seeing you too Uncle Jimbo." Stan strained then was released
"Last time I saw you, you were this size." Jimbo gestured Stan being smaller
"Yeah, I had a growth spurt." He chuckled
"Hey Stan." Stan's father, Randy, greeted
"Hey Dad, I'm going to my room." Stan muttered softly
"Huh? Haven't you said hi to...?" Randy asked
"Yeah, I did." Stan answered
"Oh okay...good to see you son." Randy answered back
Stan entered his room and locked the door. Even though his sister left the house to work in the city, he was still terrified from the concept of her bursting in his room. Although that time when Douchebag came and helped him kick the shit outta her WAS awesome, when he and his friends were role playing.
He walked over to a drawer, and his hands shook.
This... this was his secret drawer, which held his deepest darkest secret that not even his girlfriend or parents knew about.
'No, now is too early.' He thought, turning away from it
"Stan?" a gentle knock came at his door
"AH! Mom? Jesus, you frightened the shit outta me!" Stan panicked
"Stanley you know how I feel about that language!" Sharon, Stan's mother, snapped "Did you say "Hello" to your Uncle Jimbo yet?"
"Yeah, I did. I just...I need some time to myself. Okay?" He answered
"Oh, okay dear." Sharon understood. "Don't be too long, dinner will be ready at seven."
"Okay." Stan answered
Stan sighed, putting his hands on the drawer... only for there to be knocking on the window "Huh?" He muttered, turning around... Too see his girlfriend Wendy outside his window
"Hey Stan!" She waved
"Jeez, Wendy." He mumbled so she couldn't hear from his panic attack "Hi Wendy!" he waved back
Wendy had grown up much more in the past seven years. She had the same purple jacket, yellow jeans and black boots topped with her light purple hat. She had developed a nicely developed chest that was a firm C Cup, slender legs and a defined figure "You okay?" she asked kindly
"Yea." He nodded, smiling as he opened the window to let her in
"I haven't seen you for the last week besides school." She frowned lightly as she slid inside
"Sorry, I've been busy." He blushed
"I understand." She smiled as she walked towards his desk
"S-so...besides not seeing me...what brought you here?" Stan was worried; Wendy was next to his special drawer
"Is there a rule that says a girlfriend can't stop by and visit her boyfriend?" She winked, leaning on his desk
"N-No. I-I guess not." Stan answered since she was now getting closer to the drawer
"Are. Are you okay?" Wendy asked seeing him all nervous
"Okay? Why wouldn't I be okay? My girlfriend is here! I'm great, fantastic!" Stan blurted it out trying to get her away from the drawer.
Wendy frowned, and looking down where she saw his eyes kept darting to every few seconds. She grabbed the drawer and pulled it open, revealing feminine clothing from underwear to skirts and dresses "What is this?" She said with a glare
"It... it has been stuff I have been gathering for a while! All as presents for you!" Stan said in panic
"Presents?" She pulled up a dress that was a periwinkle blue that seemed a cup size to small for Wendy "It's a little lacking on top."
"Well, that's an OLDER gift. I got that before you're chest got bigger." Stan answered rubbing the back of his head.
"Hmmm. Yea, you DID say that you've been getting them for a while." Wendy nodded in understanding
"Exactly. I mean, what sort of boyfriend would I be if I got you a dress that was SMALLER than what you could wear?" Stan asked
"You are so thoughtful." Wendy smiled, kissing him
"Yep. That's me." Stan answered
"Why don't you sell these? I mean since their obviously not my size." Wendy suggested
"M... maybe." He stuttered
"It IS a nice dress though." Wendy felt the soft material through her fingers
"Y... yea. That's what I thought." Stan nodded, blushing
"So...can I stay a while?" Wendy asked cutely.
"I... I guess. Stan muttered, unable to believe he saved himself there.
"Great." Wendy smiled as she put the dress back in the drawer
'Thank god. I gotta move them somewhere else.' Stan thought. 'Maybe a locked box under my bed?'
"Stan?" Wendy asked
"Huh? Right, listen...I just gotta tell my parent's you're here." He half lied
"Really? Aren't you twenty?" Wendy asked chuckling
"Hey, last time you came my folks FREAKED when I didn't tell them." Stan explained
"True." She chuckled, Stan quickly running down stairs
'Shit, shit, shit, shit!' Stan thought as he tried to tell his family that his girlfriend is in his bedroom
"Hey Stan. You're down early." Jimbo waved
"Hey Uncle Jimbo. Where're my parents?" Stan asked
"In the kitchen."
"Thanks." Stan answered
"No problem." He raised a beer in his hand.
"Mom, Dad?" Stan asked and he saw his parents working in the kitchen for dinner
"Hey Sport. You're early." Randy smiled setting up the roast vegetables
"Yeah, I know. Listen, just so you know: Wendy is upstairs in my room. I let her in through the window." Stan answered honestly.
"Okay, just no sex." His mother teased, getting back to work "And tell her she's welcome for dinner."
"MOM!" He blushed, heading upstairs
"So...It's alright?" Wendy asked
"Yeah, just no sex." Stan answered
"Like we would." Wendy fake gasped
"Yea." He chuckled nervously
"Yet you were going to give me these?" Wendy grinned, showing off a bra and panty set she found in her 'gift' drawer
"Hmm! Oh yeah. Of course." Stan snapped slightly. The bra and panties were black and styled with a vine like motif.
"Again, TOO small for me but they ARE pretty." Wendy smiled
"Well, I got them the same time as the dress so...You know." Stan answered again
"Hmm...you DO have a good eye Stan." Wendy nodded praising her boyfriend
"Thanks." He gulped as she put the underwear back into the drawer
"So, what do you want to do now?" Stan asked
Wendy hummed with a smile and a fake thoughtful expression
"Come on Wendy, what're you thinking?" Stan asked looking a bit concerned
"Well..." she sang "Since this stuff is too small for ME... how about YOU wear it?"
"M-Me? W-wear that?" Stan stumbled over his words.
"Why not. I'm sure you'd look cute in them." Wendy smiled
"B... but... girl clothes!" Stan stuttered out while, inside he was panicking
"Come on Stan. It's only a game." Wendy teased "I'd like to see what you got me when I was smaller."
"Alright, fine." he frowned, snatching the underwear from her "But you can't tell ANYONE! EVER!"
"I promise." Wendy smiled
"And no pictures!" Stan snapped
"Fine." Wendy sighed "No pictures."
"Turn your phone off." Stan added
"Fine." Wendy sighed again and turned off her phone showing Stan that she was telling the truth.
Stan nodded and walked into his closet to get changed
"Hey Stan." a man waved at him
"Hey Tom." Stan answered
It didn't take long to get undressed before he slowly, nervously, slid the skimpy black panties up to his waist and then put on the bra, clipping it behind his back with seemingly practised hands.
Tom had his back turned to Stan as he respected Stan's privacy and thought he was the reincarnation of Ron L. Hubbard. Stan had popped his head out "J-JUST the underwear right?" he asked nervously.
"For now." Wendy smiled, wiggling her finger in the 'come hither' motion
"Alright..." Stan grumbled as he appeared from his closet, feeling embarrassed about this whole affair
"Oh my! Those DO look good! Heck, they seem to fit YOU better than they would me!" Wendy gushed
"Yeah, looks like..." He answered trying not to give TOO much away.
"You've GOTTA try the dress on Stan." Wendy asked
"What? Come on Wendy." Stan moaned feeling exposed in bra and panties.
"Please? For me?" Wendy asked acting cutely
Stan grumbled since he was trying to hold back his blush "Can't you and Bebe do this sort of thing?" He asked
"Oh we do. Come on, put the dress on." Wendy answered
"F... Fine. But this is the last thing." Stan grumbled, sliding the pale blue dress over his head
"Scout's honour." She smiled
"You weren't in the scouts." Stan tidied the dress down as it fit him perfectly
"Oh. My. God!" Wendy squeaked
"What? What's wrong?" Stan asked in slight panic, checking the dress as he was scared he tore it a bit
"You. Are. CUTE!" Wendy answered covering her mouth with balled up hands.
"Jeez, Wendy..." Stan felt relief since his dress wasn't torn.
"Maybe I've got one of those faces?" Stan added to the illusion that the dress and underwear were for Wendy and not for him.
"You've got one of those BODIES!" Wendy gushed
"Dinner's ready!" Stan's mother called up
"Shit!" Stan swore, rushing back into his normal cloths
*with Kyle*
"Hey Ike. You okay?" Kyle asked his younger brother.
"Err, can you help me Kyle? My teacher set too much homework." Ike answered. Ike had gotten taller since we last saw him; he had a short trim haircut, braces, a dark grey T-Shirt and blue jeans.
"Sure bro, which one?" Kyle asked
"This one." Ike said, pointing to a long and complicated maths formula
"What...is your teacher TRYING to fry your brains?" Kyle was in shock. This was the kind of problem you give 10th graders
"I don't know!" Ike groaned "Kyle! Help me!"
"Hey, hey, don't worry. We'll sort it out. Just, just give me a second. Hey mom..." Kyle reassured his brother then called his mother, Sheila
"Yes Kyle?" His mother asked as she headed upstairs and into the room
"Have you seen this?" Kyle handed over Ike's homework
"Oh, what's this?" Sheila asked, upon observation she answered "Kyle you graduated, why're you working on 10th grade homework?" She asked
"Mom, that's IKE'S homework!" Kyle explained
"What-what-what?!" She asked "What is that school THINKING?!"
"Ever since Principle Victoria left it's gone to pot." Kyle thought out loud
"Well, I'M going to call that teacher and set this straight!" Sheila handed back the homework
"Thanks mom. Just, DON'T go overboard. Please?" Kyle asked
"Anything for my boys." Sheila smiled
"...She's going to go over bored, isn't she?" Ike sighed as Sheila left the room
"Most likely." Kyle nodded
"Shit..." Ike moaned
"Hey boys." Gerald Broflovski walked in after a hard day at court.
"Hey dad." the two answered
"How was work?" Kyle asked
"It was... okay." He shrugged
"Just "okay"? What happened? Can't be any worse than mine nor Ike's." Kyle asked
"Just a normal day, not much too really talk about." Gerald shrugged "Although a hearing for Kevin McCormick has been set up for next week."
"What, again? What did he do THIS time?" Kyle asked since it was his friend's brother.
"Assault." He sighed
"Damn." Kyle groaned
"Not a lot there could be done." Gerald answered
"Yea." Kyle nodded, looking at the time "Speaking of Kenny, he should be here soon to grab that extra food for his sister."
"I'll go and grab it ready for him." Gerald got up to the kitchen
"Oh dad. Mom's upstairs." Kyle added innocently
"Thanks son." Gerald smiled
Now, we should probably visit the LAST of our four 'heroes'...
*Cartman*
Cartman was in his room, covered in internet game posters and Mel Gibson. Let's see what he's been getting up to these past ten years. "You suck and... you... should... kill... yourself." Cartman read off as he typed.
Yeah...Cartman may have graduated, but that didn't lessen his tendency of being a GIGANTIC ass to everyone. Now he was doing it on a global scale becoming the Grand Master Troll of the internet.
And he couldn't be happier.
"Sweetie-kins it's seven o'clock." A kindly voice spoke up to him
"Alright! Terrance and Phillip!" He got up from his Gamer Chair X, a specially made chair for the expert: Gamer, RPG'er and Trolls of ALL ages and weights.
The only chair that fit him since, as everyone expected... Cartman got fat...ter.
His clothes were ALL custom made to compensate for his "big bones". In fact the only time he has exercise is when he's either on the crapper or getting up and down from chairs. He had blue stretching joggers and a thin red shirt that were covered in: cheese, gravy, various sauces...basically he looked like an "everything on it" pizza with legs and a mouth. That talks. A LOT.
No, not a lot. A HELL a lot.
And his mother hasn't gotten any better either.
"Terrance and Phillip, Terrance and Phillip!" Cartman cheered as he sat in his reinforced stairbuddy and was escorted down the stairs.
So... yea... he hasn't changed much.
"Here you go poopsie." Liane Cartman laid out his meal...well we say meal, it's a fucking buffet!
"YAY!" he cheered, running to the table
Anyone else feeling sick of this? Yea, us to. So, since we have had our catch up with our old friends let's just call it a day
To be continued