A/N: Hello, again! I decided to actually write a story NOT based on my own life. Yay! I tried to make it as IC as possible. Unfortunately, it's not very funny. It was vaguely based on the episode The Jeffersons and also vaguely based on TheyKilledKenny's "Remember." I think that's what it's called. So, TheyKilledKenny, this is for you. I hope it's okay, and at least barely meets your standards.

-Luna

They are back in Imaginationland. The sky was bright blue, with streaks of brilliant color- various things imagined by everyone and anyone. He can see Jesus and Santa playing chess out of the corner of his eye. Aslan and Serafina Pekkala converse animatedly off to the side. Behind him, Butters dances with smiling, fluffy creatures of his own creation. And in front of him, in the midst of all this, is his super best friend, Kyle--

On his knees in front of Eric Cartman. Sucking his balls.

A sick, rolling feeling in his stomach. The grass they are standing on turns purple, and the sky becomes grey. Jesus, Santa, Aslan, the witch, Butters and his imaginary friends, they all disappear. It is only he, watching helplessly as Kyle... pleasures Cartman, in some sick way. Yes, the fat sadist enjoys watching Kyle humiliate himself, but Stan can't help but wonder if there is something more to it than that. Does Cartman actually enjoy Kyle? Kyle's lips, Kyle's tongue? Stan wants to puke.

The pair are growing larger now, filling his vision. And as they grow larger, they grow older, and the scene morphs. They are at the school now, in the cafeteria. Kyle is standing in front of Cartman in line, trying to make a decision between some unspecified cafeteria food. "Move it, Jewboy!" Cartman shoves the startled redhead with his tray.

Kyle whirls around. "Shut up, fatass. I'm trying to decide what I want to eat-"

"That." A pudgy finger pointing at whatever's in the tray. Maybe macaroni.

"But you'll just eat it."

"Exactly."

Stan watches Cartman's greedy eyes, darting over Kyle's teenage body as it reaches for the cup of ...macaroni. The second it lands on his tray, Cartman has grabbed it, and set it matter-of-factly on his own tray. "Hey!" protests an indignant Kyle. He tries to continue, but Cartman's mouth has covered his, and they are now locked in a passionate kiss.

Stan's stomach has ceased to exist. In fact, his whole being is ghostlike, and he is lost in this scene. It's completely improbable. It's completely understandable. It... it... can't possibly be true, this can't possibly be a future.

His best friend, manipulated, kissed, abused, caressed... by Eric Cartman? Not true, can't be true, isn't true, won't ever be true-

Stan's eyes fly open. His dark room stares back at him, completely unmoved by everything he's just experienced. Warm and solid and comforting. And Kyle, nine years old again, in his Terrance and Philip sleeping bag on Stan's floor. He moans, stirs, and sits up groggily. "Stan?"

"Hey, dude."

"I had kind of a bad dream just now."

"Me, too. A really, really bad dream."