South Park Colorado, 1928

The wind whistled in Kyle Broflovski's ears, it threatened to blow his ushanka away with it. Kyle pulled the ears of his ushanka down, making sure it wouldn't fly away. The cold wind had woken up Kyle from his all nighter.
Kyle stared down at his sleeping partner, Stan Marsh. He silently wondered, how did they went from playing tag in the school playground with Kenny,Craig, Token, Tweek, Clyde, and Jimmy and ruthlessly arguing with them over the last piece of pizza at sleepovers, to spending their lives on the streets and not caring about anyone else except each other's? It all happened so fast, his comfortable home life splattered on the ground in a matter of days that felt like seconds.
He remembered Stan walking to school, one day, his face plastered on the ground, for the whole day. He didn't speak more than 10 words that day, and stayed quiet when him and Kyle sat with Craig's gang at lunch. Usually, he would be beaming with jokes but that day was when the bubbly and encouraging side of him had been locked away.
No one took notice of this, they just shrugged it off and dubbed it as a bad morning for him.
Then, One day while walking through the halls making his way to the bathroom, he passed the teachers lounge and couldn't help but freeze when he heard the teachers mutter Stan's name. He would never eavesdrop , as he felt that it invaded too much privacy, but just hearing them say his super best friend's name caused him to plaster his ear on the wooden door of the room.
He remembered the teachers muttering among themselves about the Marsh's tragic bankrupt. He had stood there in awe, wondering, what would become of his super best friend now?
He remembered when Stan would show up to school a few times a week. Then, he remembered Stan not showing up to school at all. Suddenly, it had seemed as if the Marshs never existed. Everyone forgot about Stan, everyone got over him in a matter of days. But not Kyle. Oh no, not Kyle. Everyday, for three weeks, after school he would head across the street and use the payphone to contact Stans' number. But, as always, it would go straight to voicemail.
He tried shrugging it off, as everyone else, but The thought of Stan was always at the back of his mind.
Then, all of a sudden, he exploded.
It was a cold winter day, Kyle and Ike sat in the dining room table eating their cereal, While Sheila and Gerald were near the sink of the kitchen talking amongst themselves.
"Guess who I saw on my way home from the market." Sheila whispered to Gerald, her emerald green eyes staring into Gerald's brown eyes.
"Who?"
"Stan freaking Marsh, that's who."
Kyle's ears shot up at the name of his best friend. He started listening more carefully
"He was laying down in the streets, looking like a beggar." Sheila continued, she picked up her mug of tea and sipped it carefully, "He practically is, along with the rest of his family."
"He's not a beggar!" Kyle suddenly shouted out.
Gerald and Sheila both looked at their son.
"Kyle, don't shout-"
"He's not a beggar!" He repeated, anger was plastered on his eyes. "Jesus, you guys are such hypocrites. When they had money you both were kissing their asses. And now that they don't, you both act like they're some kind of low life beggars"
Gerald stared at his son, stunned at his sudden outburst.
"How dare you speak to us like that, Kyle!?" His mother yelled back, placing her cup on the counter. "Stan and the rest of his family are just that- low life beggars."
Kyle stared at his mother in anger before stomping outside the house.
"Where are you going?" Gerald called out
"Away from this hypocritical house" he yelled back before storming out.
Soon after leaving the house, he ran into a shivering Stan. After sharing an embrace of finally seeing each other after many weeks, Kyle wrapped Stan's neck with his green scarf. He told his super best friend about him being newly homeless. After that day, Stan and Kyle were both inseparable.

Kyle lightly shook Stan's arm, "c'mon man." he mumbled, tiredly.
Stan groaned lightly, he opened his eyes one eye lid at a time. He then opened his mouth to yawned loudly. He sat up slowly and faced Kyle.
"What time did Kenny say he was gonna visit us?" He asked, tiredly.
"7 am" Kyle said as he jumped to his feet and started shoving his tangled red curls into his hat.
"What time is it now?"
Kyle looked down at his rusted watch. It used to be a beautiful gold watch, with silver linings. But because of constantly being in the rain, it turned the watch into nothing but rust with near fading numbers.
"6:...56...?" Kyle guessed as he squinted at the watch.
Stan nodded, "where did he want us to meet him up?"
Kyle rolled his eyes and punched Stan's arm lightly, "Jesus Christ Stan, how could you forget all this info already?" He said with a chuckle
Stan shrugged, "I can barely understand what he's saying."
Kyle nodded- that was true. Kenny's parka muffled what he was saying, and even zoning out for just a second would affect the sentence That he was trying to say.
"C'mon, he told us to meet him over at Norma's diner."
The two equally scrawny boys walked down the sidewalk of their boring home of South Park. Stan's eyes were plastered on the semi clean sidewalk, While Kyle looked ahead with bags under his emerald green eyes. The two boys walked quietly, not daring to speak a single word to each other.
Soon enough, they were in front of the small diner with pink words scripted in front of the diner read Norma's. The walls were a faded blue and their was 3 white tables in front of the diner. One table was filled with an elderly couple, the other filled with a middle aged woman with a small cat in her lap, and the last was occupied by a hooded boy and a kid with crazily messed up blond hair. There were two empty white chairs in front of them.
Stan and Kyle briefly glanced at each other before walking up to the hooded boys' table and sliding into the empty seats.
Kyle flashed a smile at Kenny, he guessed that Kenny had smiled back considering that the lower lash line of his eyes went upwards for a few seconds.
"Aren't you Craig's gay lover?" Stan asked the blonde boy, breaking the silence between the four of them.
The blonde boy jolted, Kyle wondered if it were out of pure surprise, or a muscle spasm.
"You guys were dating until your parents found out and sent you to a private school" Stan continued.
Kenny laughed, but it was muffled by his parka.
Tweek blushed a deep red, he nodded and tried to cover his face in the collar of his sloppily buttoned shirt.
"What are you doing here, Tweek?" Kyle asked him, "Not that we don't mind." He added.
"Interpreter" Tweek breathed out. It made sense, Kenny probably noticed that Stan and Kyle were having a hard time understanding what he was saying, so he brought Tweek as an interpreter.
Kenny recovered from his laugh before speaking to the boys.
Tweek glanced at Kenny while he was speaking. Once he was finished he spoke to the two boys. "He said that We should probably hurry before the factory opens"
Stan and Kyle both nodded before they slipped out of their seats, followed by Kenny and Tweek.
The four boys walked down the sidewalk in silence, Kenny and Tweek were in front while Stan and Kyle followed closely behind.
"So Tweek, How's the private school treating you?" Kyle asked, desperate to break the awkward silence.
Tweek twitched before answering the question, "Good, it's boring though without you guys though."
Kenny said something which was muffled, he followed his muffled sentence with a laugh while Tweek blushed.
"What- what did he say?" Stan demanded, glaring at both the boys' heads.
"N-Nothing!" Tweek jolted, while blushing. "Ack!"
Kenny rolled his eyes and removed his parka, exposing his messy golden hair. "I said, it's only boring because Tweek isn't with his precious Craig" Kenny said before puckering his lips and making kissing noises.
Stan and Kyle both laughed while Tweek looked the other direction.
Once the laughing died out, Stan spoke up. "Finally you took your hood off."
"I shouldn't have" Kenny said, shivering. "It's fucking cold"
"Anyways," Kyle piped in, "Have any of you kept in contact with Craig and his gang?"
Tweeks' eye twitched, a fainted pink blush spreaded around his cheeks. "Token and Craig both work in the factory as a part time job while Jimmy started working as a coal boy with Timmy; part-time."
"Their parents really want to get them out the house" Kenny mumbled, loud enough for the boys to hear them.
"What about Clyde?" Kyle asked
Tweek twitched, he glanced at Kenny for a split second before speaking, "well... You know how he is."
Kyle blinked, "no... I don't. I lost contact with them about a year ago"
Tweak jolted "Ack! Kenny you didn't tell them!?"
"You found out about it first!" He argued, "I thought it'd be an honor for you to tell them!"
"That's too much pressure, man!" Tweeks' breaths suddenly became uneven.
Kenny rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Clyde's mom died."
Everything was silent except for the boys' breaths.
"That's it?" Stan questioned, receiving a glare from Kyle.
"No.." Tweek breathed out.
"Well... Roger, Clyde's father, didn't take long to he married-" The sentence died once the door of the store they were passing opened widely. It slapped the backs of Tweek and Kenny and separated the four boys. Then, somebody walked out of the store, letting the door slap back into the store. It didn't take long for the boys to realize who the boy was, it was none other than the South Park thug, Trent Boyett.
He looked at Stan and Kyle, the expression of neutral quickly changed into the face of rage. He grabbed his switchblade and stared hungrily at the two boys. "Well, what do we have here?" He asked, in a low tone. Anger invaded his eyes with a mixture of homicide.
Kyle and Stan's throat was automatically dry and their hearts sank.
"C-C'mon Trent" Stan breathed, shakily. "Can't bygones be bygones?"
"They will" Trent said, before continuing, "Once you guys are bleeding to death." He stepped closer to the two boys while Kyle and Stan stepped back a few steps.
"It wasn't entirely our fault" Kyle said, "It was Cartman who thought of it."
"Aye, is that a lying stinkin' Jew I hear?" A voice bellowed from inside the store. A newly slightly slimmed down Cartman walked out of the store, along with a worried looking Clyde.
"Look you guys" Kenny said, him and Tweek moved so that they were vertical from Stan and Kyle. Kenny smirked as he gestured at Cartman and Clyde,
"Step brothers of the year."
"You better shut your fucking poor ass mouth before I smack that smirk off of ya!" Cartman growled.
Kyle stared at Cartman in surprise. Cartman had never been aggressive, especially to his close friends. Annoying and whiny, yes, but never aggressive. Well, how could Cartman possibly see Kenny, Stan, and Kyle as his close friends? Once he left in the third grade to get homeschooled, none of them bothered to stay in touch with him. It's like right after he left his whole existence was wiped away from their memories.
Kenny's smirk dropped and he putted on his hood and tightened it.
"Aye, Cartman," Trent started, his cold and anger full eyes never leaving Kyle, "Wanna wipe out the Jew population?" He moved closer to Kyle, his switch blade was placed on Kyle's cheek and he was slowly running the blade down softly.
"Don't touch him" Cartman growled, warningly.
The boys looked at him in pure surprisement
A slight faint of blush carefully painted Cartman's cheeks. "I mean," he coughed, "He could spread his Jew germs." He tried plastering a disgusted look on his face but his blush gave it away.
Trent Boyett sighed. He closed his switch blade and tucked it in his back pocket, his rough glare never leaving Kyle's eyes. He switched his focus onto Cartman, "Don't go soft on me, Cartman." He said with a soft hint of anger in his voice.
"I ain't" Cartman reassured, showing him a weak half smirk.
Trent Boyett nodded, slightly convinced. He gave Clyde a look. "Give me my share of dough."
Clyde lifted up his shirt, two beige bags dropped and plopped onto the floor. "I stole for you two" He mumbled as Trent and Cartman picked up a bag.
"Sorry for the traumatizing event." Trent rolled his eyes, "Donovan, Cartman, Let's go" He said as he held the bag through his shoulder.
Cartman followed behind closely while Clyde stood still. "Mom-"
Cartman shot him a glare.
"Liane said we had to work at the factory."
"We ain't fucking poor." Cartman spat.
"I know" Clyde started, he glanced at the boys who watched quietly. "she thinks it's good for the expierence." He shrugged.
Cartman sighed and rubbed his temples, " we gotta bail, Boyett" he said tiredly, as if just hearing Clyde talk to him drained all the energy in him.
Trent Boyett shrugged before walking off.
Cartman turned to look at the boys, but more specifically: Kyle. "Guess we walking with you guys" he shrugged.

Kyle didn't know how, but somehow, Clyde and Tweek ended up in the front of the line talking while An unhooded Kenny and Stan stood next to each other, leaving Kyle and Cartman and the end of the line.
Cartman chewed on the end of a tooth pick he found in his pocket, while Kyle desperately tried to avoid Cartman's contact.
He didn't understand why he would be blushing, he stood next to Cartman all the time when they were younger! Why is it so different now?
"I didn't know you and Trent Boyett were friends" Kyle said, breaking the silence.
Cartman looked at him, sending killer moths into Kyle's stomach. "Shit changes after 3 years."
"You've changed" Kyle said, softly.
"How so, Jewboy?"
"Well for starters, fat ass, you snapped at Kenny-"
"He was being an asshole" Cartman interrupted.
Kyle rolled his eyes, classic Cartman response. He glanced at Clyde who was listening to Tweek's random rants. He couldn't believe it, out of all the step brothers Clyde could have, what were the odds of him and Cartman ending up as step-siblings? Clyde's father, Roger, was an A-list celebrity. He directed many 5 star movies and basically a god in the filming industry. How did he even end up marrying the fallen model and agreeing to be the father model for her wicked and vicious son? "How did Liane and Roger even start.. Messing around?" He blurted out, too quickly.
"Long before I was born, that's for sure." Cartman said with a grim expression
"I-I mean-"
"I know what you mean, Jew rat." Cartman said, tucking his hands in his pockets. "They worked in a lot of movies together or some shit like that." Cartman rubbed the back of his neck. "They were both in love, but Clyde's mom was in the way of it. So, when she died due to some shit , they started dating and they got married and shit."
"Sorry" Kyle said softly.
Cartman threw him a look, "huh?"
"For.. For never checking up on you since all those years."
Cartman opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Kenny.
"We're here!" Kenny said opening his arms, expecting the brown factory that was exhaling smoke to hug him. "Welcome to hell!"