All of my stories that I'm going to post are all within the same timeline unless noted otherwise with ((independent)).

This is story number nine.

He hadn't been to that house in ten years. Stan shook in his boots as he stood in front of his parent's house.

Pathetic, he thought to himself as he scuffed the bottom of his shoe against the pavement, its been ten years and they never even tried to get out of this hell-hole they call a town. Stan took a step back to take in the two-story house. He could see the top right window, that used to be his bedroom Stan could remember many things that happened in his room, especially the amount of times he had his friends over to play videogames on gamesphere and watch videos on youtube.

Stan winced as a cold gust of wind cut right through his thin brown jacket and he pulled his red-knit scarf above his nose in attempt to get warm.

His parents didn't know Stan was planning on visiting them, especially since he hadn't stepped foot into the town of South Park in so many years. He closed his eyes as another strong breeze cut through him like a knife. It was only fall, not even had snow began to fall this season, Stan noted while looking up and down the bare sidewalk. Usually around this time of year there would be at least five inches of snow on the ground. But not this year, instead of a winter wonderland like Stan remembers, everything around him just looks cold and dead.

Stan remembers the day he had left this desolate town and promised he's never return. He had run off to a town outside of South Park where he had joined a community college. Nonetheless, all of his ambitions of becoming a veterinary nurse came crashing down after he found refuge from a stressful day in the drink.

The poor boy, who was more of a man than a boy now, shivered fiercely at the recollection of his past. It was not something he was proud of.

The blue-jeaned boy took another step back, now he was standing at the end of the sidewalk. He was debating whether or not the decision to come home was a good one or not. His parents never knew of Stan's dropping out of college, nor were they aware of his homelessness of two years afterwards.

The purpose of this trip, Stan reminded himself as he cursed under his breath, is not to reminisce on my whereabouts, its to find out about Kyle. And with that, Stan looked straight ahead at the front door and took in a deep breath of chilling, dead air around him. Stan had lost contact with Kyle, his once Super Best Friend, all those years ago, and if there was one thing that Stan regrets most, is leaving his best friend behind in this terrible town.

After the many years of Stan attempting to rehabilitate himself and find proper work and a place to live, he had decided if he were to come back to South Park it would be in order to find Kyle. Stan was determined more than ever once he had created this objective, and he wasn't going to give up on it now.

Stan trudged forward in his oversized shoes and he jammed his finger against the doorbell. The buzzer rang and Stan stood up strong and tall with self confidence that with his folk's help, he'll be able to locate Kyle once and for all.

A few seconds passed and there was no sound from within the house. He rang the doorbell again, and after a few more minutes, still no answer.

Stan's blood boiled and he clenched his fists in rage as he stomped away from the house. He reached up to his raven-black hair and teared at it in anger as he yelled profanities up to the sky.

"Of FUCKING course!" He yelled as he sat down on the curb. Of course Stan picks the only day of the fucking year when his parents wouldn't be home to come visit.

Of. Course.