Hi there! This is my very first south park fanfic :D I kept repeating the first sentence in my head and couldn't relax until I wrote this. This is the prologue in Stan's POV, but I think the rest of the story will be in third person. It's short, but it's only the prologue. Enjoy! (btw this will be Style)


I can't remember when my dad stopped smiling. Maybe it was the day mom finally moved out, maybe it was the day I left to go to college, or it could have even been the day he had to sell the house and move in to an apartment in Denver; far away from me, mom and my sister. The date doesn't matter, though, what matters the most is the day I came home for Christmas during my first semester.

I hadn't told my dad I was visiting, I liked keeping things to myself, a trait I would soon find out was passed on to me from him. So when I parked up outside my old childhood home to see some strange man walk past the living room window I was shocked, to say the least. Dad was the first person I called.

"Dad, what the hell is going on?!" I didn't even give him a chance to say hello.

"What're you talking about, Stan?"

"Either we're getting robbed or you finally invited someone over."

"Owww, shit, Stan, are you sitting down?"

"Just get on with it dad."

"I sold the house last month." And that's how I found out. Looking back, perhaps I should have expected this kind of shit. You see, my dad is the master of shit, if he isn't talking shit or doing shit, he's either up on stage shitting his britches or taking the biggest piece of crap! Needless to say, he's full of shit, what good could possibly come from not telling your family you sold the house? Anyway, he pulls shit like this all the time, so I shouldn't have been surprised.

Shouldn't. But I still was. I didn't return to South Park after that. Mom had moved all the way to Florida to be closer to me, Kyle is up at Brown (of course), Kenny is in Poland, and Cartman is living with my sister (don't ask) in Nebraska. And now my dad is no longer there. He's in Denver.

When I left South Park, I didn't know if I would ever return. I haven't so far, but if I learnt one thing it's you can never predict the future. It would take a miracle to even get me inside Colorado again though, that Christmas was the last time I visited him. If I tell you that my graduation is next month, that will give you some idea how long it's been. I haven't made the effort with him, and he hasn't made the effort with me.

It's sad, it sucks, but that's life.


Hopefully this chapter sets the scene/story, and gets you to understand roughly where the characters are now :) I would have wrote more but it's 2am xD please leave reviews, I'd love to know what people think of this or if I should continue~