Hey guys! Welcome to the eleventh chapter of "South Rain"! In the previous chapter, we saw Cartman as he tried to get information from Token about his recently-deceased son, Tweek, but Mel Gibson (The "South Park" impersonation, not the actor!) killed him (Token). FATALITY! Anyways, this is the long awaited chapter where I am going to introduce our fourth and final main character. And that character is... STAN! This chapter is an intro chapter to Stan's P.O.V. I have to admit, when I thought about writing this story, Stan was the first character that I wanted in it. So yeah, Stan is Madison's replacement. Yes, I know that Madison is female, but Stan and her both have short, dark hair, pale skin, and I guess their attitudes are similar? But hey, MAH STOREH, MAH RULEZ. By the way, thank you so much for 110 views! I seriously cannot believe that this story has gotten so popular! Thank you all so much for the support, you all have no idea how much it means to me. When I uploaded the first chapter to this bad boy (which took at least five hours, as I had no idea how to use this website, and then I had to figure out how to write the story), I thought I'd get lucky if I got 10 views! Now look at dis! Thank you all so much, and I hope you all enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy writing it! Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
NOTE: I do not own "South Park" or "Heavy Rain".
WARNING: There will be a fight scene and possibly gory details and A LOT of swearing and there will be a Stanny boy taking a shower. (Please do let me know in the reviews if this story gets too intense/inappropriate for T rating as I have absolutely no clue whatsoever what my story should be rated. Thanks!)
Wednesday, 2:44 a.m., 1.564 inches
Stan's P.O.V.
I wake up lying on my red couch. The first thing I think is how it's still goddamn raining outside. I sit up quickly, looking around my small apartment just like I always do. I pull my leg towards my body and rest my arm on it, placing my face into my hand. "Ugh... what time is it now?" I think as I slowly stand up. I look down and see that all I'm wearing is my white undershirt and boxers. Again. I didn't even get to bed last night, I just plopped in front of the T.V. on my couch. I blame Terrance and Phillip for keeping me up late and my insomnia for not letting me go back to sleep once I wake up after three minutes of dozing. I kneel down, pick up my watch from its resting place on my coffee table, and look at its face. "2:44 a.m." it reads. "Shit, I woke up too early again," I think as I set the watch down again. I walk around in the apartment for a bit before I hop off the small platform that leads to the kitchen and dining room area. There are no real walls in the apartment, only a small staircase (which I often ignore) that leads to the kitchen and dining room area, the bedroom, and the bathroom. The bathroom obviously has its own room, and in a smaller room is just for the toilet. My room doesn't have a door and the only real wall is behind it, which is the wall that separates my apartment from someone else's. The living room area, which doesn't have any walls, sits on the platform overlooking the larger part of my apartment. One thing I love about my apartment is that it is too big for one person but too small for two or more. This makes it perfect for me because I've always wanted a place of my own, and with an apartment in this design, nobody else would want to share it with me. I'm kind of a loner, but I don't mind it much.
I walk over to the fridge in the corner of the kitchen/dining room area of my apartment, swing it open, and grab a bottle of apple juice. I usually get pretty thirsty once I wake up, so I pull the cap off the juice, chug half of it down, and screw it back onto the bottle. I put the bottle of apple juice back into the fridge and close the door. I then silently walk to the bathroom, open the red door, and close it behind me. I flick on a light switch just as the bathroom door swings shut. The familiar gloomy look of my bathroom glances at me, silently hoping that I'll redecorate it when I have the chance. I walk around in the gigantic bathroom until I find my shower. Once there, I decide that maybe a hot water shower will help me go back to sleep, so I pull off my undershirt and boxers. "Fuck, it's cold," I mutter as I turn on the water, waiting for it to warm up as I stand in front of it, shivering my ass off. I step inside of the shower and instead of lulling me back to sleep, the water wakes me right back up. I rub my hands through my short, black hair and eventually just place my hands on the shower wall and lean on it. I just shower for a few minutes, not using any soap, just a quick rinse-off. I turn off the shower and step out of it, shivering once more. "Why is South Park always so fucking cold?" I mumble as I wrap a towel around my body and dry myself off. I don't bother to dry my hair, though. Once I am mostly dried off, I pull my boxers and undershirt back on, grateful for the small amount of warmth that they provide. I then walk over to the bathroom door, open it, step outside into the main living area, and close the door behind me.
Once the door closes, I notice right away that something is wrong, but I can't tell what. I look around the apartment, and to my surprise, the fridge door is wide open. Hesitantly, I walk over to it while looking around suspiciously. Once I reach the refrigerator, I close it apprehensively after making sure that nothing is missing. I suddenly hear footsteps running and turn around quickly, and to my horror, I see a dark figure sprint across the apartment towards my bedroom area. I take a step forward from the fridge, and suddenly, the power flickers and dies. "What the fuck is going on?!" I think as I look around the apartment again, fear dancing in my watery blue eyes. I spot another dark figure run from my front door to past my couch. I back up against the fridge in fear and kneel down behind it into the corner. "There's definitely someone here," I think "but how the fuck did they get in? And why the fuck would they go after me? I've done nothing wrong! Sure, I've fucked up a few times when I was a kid and I've gotten kicked out of my parents' home when I told them that I'm gay, but all of those things were at least over ten years ago! Maybe this is some kind of joke? No, a prankster wouldn't have managed to turn off the power and me spot him or her only twice. This has got to be some kind of fucking attack or some shit. Holy fuck, this is terrifying." I silently review my options. I can either use the phone on my desk and call the police or escape through the front door. I can't escape through the windows because my apartment is too high up for that.
With my fists clenched, I run silently through my apartment towards my desk. Once I reach it, I frantically look around for the phone, but it isn't there. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" I am screaming mentally. I crouch down lower to the ground and decide to sprint towards the front door. It's my only hope if there are people in here who want to kill me or some crazy shit. "I'll be fine. I'll be fine. This IS South Park. I should be used to crazy shit by now. Come on, Stan, get your shit together!" I scold myself silently as I sprint towards the door. I bolt up the staircase and throw myself against the front door, pulling on the handle madly, but it WON'T OPEN. I keep tugging at it frantically, as if my pulling it harder will open it.
I barely hear the heavy footsteps behind me and suddenly, an arm wraps around my neck! I squirm in the person's grasp frantically, flinging my legs up into the air. I stomp on his booted toes with the heel of my foot, causing a deep voice to holler and the arm to let go of me. I try to get away from the guy, but being the clumsy bitch that I am, I trip and crash right into the floor. I back up quickly as I reach a ladder. The intruder walks towards me as I slam the ladder onto him completely. "Nice shot, Stan!" I think as I stand up and watch the commotion. To my surprise and horror, someone grabs my ankles and yanks me straight back down to the floor, this time face first. The person drags me down the staircase roughly, despite my attempts to cling onto it. He drags me past a pillar and I grab onto this too, holding on as much as I can. I guess I'm a pretty strong guy, but the man holding my ankles manages to yank me from the pillar as if I weigh nothing. The guy picks me up and throws me onto the counter next to my fridge. I then notice what he's holding as he approaches me warily.
A knife.
I try to dodge it, and at first I'm successful. But my strength gives out and suddenly, I see the man's hand holding the knife rise above me. "Goodbye world," I say softly as the knife coming swiftly down through the air and onto my skull.
I wake up suddenly on my couch, sitting up rapidly and my heart beating like mad, just like how it always does after a nightmare. "Not these again," I think as I look around the apartment, making sure that my dream was a dream and that I'm not either going crazy or about to get murdered. I'm breathing heavily from fear and sweating like crazy. I slowly bring my legs closer to my body and lean an elbow on my knee, putting my face in my hand once more. "God, I really hate this fucking insomnia..." I think as I slowly cry out of fear and relief into my hand, scared that my nightmare could come true, but relieved that it's over. For now.
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! In this chapter, we met Stan Marsh, who is a regular, native South Park dude who lives on his own. He is an insomniac and has really goddamn creepy nightmares. For the next two or three chapters, we will be in Kyle's P.O.V., but after those chapters, we will return to Stan's P.O.V. Anyways, the next chapter is probably going to be one of the shortest chapters that will be in this story, so I might end up posting the first chapter to one of my prompts tomorrow along with the next chapter. If you haven't read the last chapter, the prompts that I plan to write are:
1. South Park Facebook (What would it be like if everyone from South Park got a Facebook account? What would they post?)
2. South Park Truth or Dare (The kids from South Park play Truth or Dare! :D )
3. South Park Oneshots (Random oneshots of different couples, such as Style, Creek, Tyde, Candy, Bunny, etc.)
I do intend to make all of these prompts come alive, but I am going to write the one rated most popular in the reviews. So far, Number One is in the lead. If you'd like to vote for any of these prompts or would like to suggest one, please do let me know in the reviews. Also, if you have any suggestions for "South Rain", such as character replacements or chapters you'd like to be added/deleted or which ending I should pick. (For those of you who don't know, "Heavy Rain" has multiple endings based off of the choices you've made. Each main character has his or her own ending.) I know, I have no shame in asking for reviews, just as Randy Marsh has no shame in getting drunk and embarrassing Stan. Well, not necessarily like that, but you get the idea, yes? Anyways, I hope you all are enjoying reading this story as much as I am writing it, and I will see you all tomorrow (well, later today, since it is about 1:00 a.m. my time) with a new chapter. Have a great day/morning/afternoon/night!