Author's Note: Again, I don't own anything. I don't think I should have to say this more than once, but I want to make sure it is firmly drilled into the skulls of the readers. Therefore, I will not be posting this on any other chapters. And as much as I'd love to ramble on about this for another 1,500 words, I have a story to write.

The Forgotten

Chapter 2

After a long period of only semi-consciousness, Stan was jolted back to reality by the fact that the monotonous white around him was dissolving. As he looked closer, he saw that what lay behind the quickly dissipating limbo was… a town. And not just any town, either.

It was South Park.

Homesickness clouded Stan's judgment a bit as he frantically flailed his body, hoping to move closer to his hometown. But sadly, he came again to the realization that he had no limbs, no body. He was reminded again that he only existed hypothetically on some astral plane, being dragged along by the hands of an unforgiving creator. But at last, the pulling stopped. It took Stan a second to comprehend the equally familiar and alien setting that was his bedroom, where the pulling had stopped. He recognized the general layout, and it gave him the feeling that he was in a safe, familiar place, but beyond that, it didn't resemble the bedroom he grew up in at all. The floor was covered in rumpled, presumably used clothes, as well as several magazines. He looked up at the walls to see posters advertising bands he would never even dream of listening to. Now, he looked down at the bed to see a large lump concealed within covers that were stained with what appeared to be a strange, white crust. Suddenly, the lump stirred and awoke, throwing off its blankets as it did so.

It was Stan. But it wasn't Stan, because this Stan was 16 years old and captain of the football team. This Stan was the inhabitant of this dank, miserable excuse for a bedroom that was once bright and innocent. This Stan had a 1.0 grade point average and had wet dreams every night. This Stan needed but the flimsiest of excuses to remove his shirt in public and at this very moment was clothed in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.

This… was Fan Fiction Stan.

Fan Fiction Stan gazed half-asleep at the clothes on the floor, grumpily picking up a few and putting them on as he walked out of his room and down the hall. True Stan, a helpless spectator on his non-material plane, was dragged along, forced to watch the every move of this moronic swilldip.

Breakfast at this nightmarish hellhole was fairly mundane, mostly due to the fact that Fan Fiction Stan hadn't opened his fucking mouth yet, except to stuff more bagel matter into his face. But the real fun began when Stan finished said bagel.

Three honks were heard outside, which was just enough stimulation for Fan Fiction Stan to turn his three-inch-thick skull towards the door. Finally, he got up, slinging a backpack over one shoulder and heading towards the door. True Stan was, of course, unwillingly pulled along. The door swung open, revealing what appeared to be an older version of Kyle sitting in an SUV.

An SUV? But… Kyle's a staunch supporter of Hybrids! Stan thought as he was dragged into the front seat of the SUV via Fan Fiction Stan. Though I guess, technically, this isn't Kyle he mused to himself. It was at this moment that he noticed the two imbeciles sitting in the back. It was kind of hard to recognize either of them, but if one looked close enough…

After analyzing the two figures thoroughly, he concluded that the muscular-looking one with brown hair and a red jacket was Cartman. He also concluded that the naked blonde one trying to procreate with the seat was Kenny. True Stan was still baffled by their behavior, however. Cartman? Muscular? How the hell does THAT make sense? And Kenny… I knew he was perverted, but not THAT perverted. Nonetheless, he still listened to their conversation.

"Did you hear the news, dude?" Fan Fiction Kyle asked Fan Fiction Stan. True Stan was surprised to hear that Fan Fiction Kyle still had the voice of his ten-year-old self, somehow.

"No, what?" Fan Fiction Stan replied, with the voice of his ten-year-old self. True Stan mentally clapped a hand over his mouth. Even though he clearly didn't say it, he still felt that he did.

"Craig's throwing a party for the 50,000,000,000th time this millisecond, retard. You coming?" Fan Fiction Cartman said, still possessing the voice of—yeah, you get the idea at this point. "Sure, I guess." Stan said. "Sweet." Kyle said, before a comparatively uneventful drive to the local high school.

They got to high school quick enough, where they met Fan Fiction Butters. "Hey, fellas!" Butters said, though without his characteristic stutter. "Hey, Butters." Kenny replied while discreetly rubbing his still-exposed dick. Butters pulled down his pants and bent over, ass-crack high in the air.

The scenario that followed evoked five solid minutes of mental screaming from True Stan, followed by two minutes of mental crying and finally, as he was tugged away by the forceful grip that bound him to Fan Fiction Stan, 10 straight minutes of mental vomiting.

Homeroom was no better for True Stan. The teacher (still Mr. Garrison, somehow) took roll call, and there were many more surprises for him.

"Tweek Tweak"

"Here!" said a still somewhat jittery Tweek, but much calmer than normal. It probably had something to do with the fact that he was sitting in another boy's lap.

"Craig Tucker"

"Here!" said the boy Tweek was sitting on, his voice no longer drained of emotion.

"Bebe Stevens"

"Like, here!" said a really dumb-looking girl in the back. True Stan did admit to himself, that came as no surprise.

"Wendy Testaburger"

"Like, super totally OMG, here!" said an even dumber-looking girl wearing a top that was ½ a centimeter away from just being a bra. True Stan was extremely surprised at this. Wendy?! Oh god, what have they done to you? he thought.

"Jimmy Valmer"

Silence.

"Jimmy Valmer"

"Who the hell is that?" someone asked.

"Urgh, never mind." Mr. Garrison said.

Just as True Stan began noticing the strange glances exchanged between Fan Fiction Kyle and Fan Fiction Stan, the bell rang for students to go home. Huh, True Stan thought. We're only 2 minutes into class. Wave after wave of students arose from their seats, making their way towards the door as if this were the longest day ever. Fan Fiction Stan shuffled zombie-like into the hallway, when he was approached excitedly by Fan Fiction Kyle.

"Dude, the party's tonight! Are you excited?" Fan Fiction Kyle asked Fan Fiction Stan, brimming with enthusiasm.

"Not really." Fan Fiction Stan replied in an overly dramatic manner. Cunt True Stan thought. "Why not?" asked Fan Fiction Kyle, tilting his head in curiosity. "Well… It's just… I kind of… y'know…" Fan Fiction Stan muttered in an equally dramatic fashion. Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt True Stan thought. Fan Fiction Stan said nothing, and instead began to passionately kiss Fan Fiction Kyle. True Stan mentally slapped his hand against his face. For the first time in Stan's short life, he was beginning to feel homicidal urges.

At that point, the scene changed without warning. They were suddenly at the party, with no explanation or even a hint as to how they got there. Hoping to solve his ever-mounting confusion, True Stan looked around. Nothing. But suddenly, they were approached by Fan Fiction Cartman.

"Ay," he began. At least THAT hasn't changed True Stan thought, mentally blowing a sigh of relief. "What the hell d'you think you're doing with my boyfriend!" True Stan mentally growled and clenched his fists. Fuck, he thought.

"What're you talking about, fat-ass?" Fan Fiction Stan asked, irritated that he had been interrupted.

"Kahl and I have been in a relationship for a long time." Fan Fiction Cartman said, pulling Fan Fiction Kyle away from Fan Fiction Stan. "But-but I love him!" Fan Fiction Stan cried desperately. Behind him, True Stan grimaced.

"Impossible, Stan," Said Kenny, who appeared from nowhere and, still naked, hugged Stan from behind. "I love you!"

"But Kenny," said Butters, also appearing from nowhere. "I thought you loved me!" "Wait, I thought Cartman loved you." Kenny stated.

"Screw it, I know how we can solve this," Stan said, grinning devilishly. Everyone joined in the next triumphant cry of "BUTTSEX CIRCLE!" No, True Stan thought. No, no, no, no, no. I've been through enough today. No, no, no, no, NO.

But, ignorant to his pleas, the five boys took off their clothes (except for Kenny, who was way ahead of them) and had a buttsex circle.

5 minutes later, Fan Fiction Stan paused. Everyone stopped with him. Fan Fiction Kyle turned his head so he was looking at Fan Fiction Stan. "Did you hear that, Stan?" he asked. "Yeah." Fan Fiction Stan replied.

"What?" Cartman asked. "It was like… a really, really quiet scream. Almost inaudible, really." Fan Fiction Kyle replied.