Stan's POV

Well, I kept to my word, the first and last thing I remember to this point was Cartman dropping me off home before I walked out to the closest bar, the one great thing about this bar is that they don't fucking care about who they're handing the liquor to, as long as you have the greens they won't ask questions.

I don't even remember how many I drank or how I got here but now I'm sitting under a bridge downing bottles of beer that past me must have bought from some store along the way, or maybe he got it from the beer.

"6 bottles of beer in 20 minutes… that has to be some new record." I hear a voice to my right, I turn to face the voice but I can't make out their face. I think the booze are messing with my vision. I focus harder to get a better look at the face next to mine.

The person is a kid, he's got the same hair I had when I was a kid with a pair of dark cyan eyes.

"Oh it's you."

"Hey, I have a name you know."

"Do I know?" I joke and put my hand out. "I don't think we've met, my name is Stan Marsh, 18-year-old internet sensation."

He rolls his eyes and plays along. "Name's Z. 13-year-old 7th grader."

"Z is not a name, Zac." I scoff.

"It's a nickname." He defends his nickname, folding his arms against his chest. Just that move reminds me so much of Kyle.

"Whatever, man." I turn my attention back to the bottle I've been nursing.

"So, what's got you so determined to get wasted?" He asks as he sits next to me.

"My sister."

"The one who attacked you?"

"Only got the one, yeah. Anyways, her sentence is almost done."

"So… she coming back out?"

"Yup."

"Oh…wow, I'm surprised you're not ripping your hair out."

"I'm not gonna hurt myself because of her. Fuck her. Fuck everything." I take another swig before asking him. "What are you doing out here?"

"You're not the only one with family issues, man."

"Your stepbrother again?" I ask in concern.

"Ugh, I hate him so much." He grunts in frustration and pouts. "He thinks he can do whatever he wants and my mom doesn't even do anything to stop him. 'No mom, of course I was fucking clumsy enough to fall down the stairs and give myself a black eye.' Stupid family."

"Believe me, parents are really dense. My parents didn't give a shit about me when she dropped a piano on my head or set me on fire."

"Seriously?! Holy shit, how are you still alive?" His eyes widen in disbelief, I wonder if that will happen to everyone I tell this to.

"I'm from South Park." I honestly think that's the only explaination.

He shrugs and grabs a bottle next to me and starts drinking. I'd be surprised if this was the first time we were doing this but it's not and he holds his drinks down pretty well.

"You know, most people wouldn't be happy with a 13 year old drinking under a bridge with a college kid." I remark as I toss my empty bottle away.

"Meh." He shrugs again. "Hey can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Z."

"Ok, so you know how you've got a girlfriend?"

"Last I check, yes. I have a girlfriend and she is currently sharing my apartment." I look at him to see him in thought, eyebrows knitted with his nose scrunched up a bit, like he's trying to formulate his next few words.

"Got any tips? You know, to get her to like you?" He looks up at me, hope and a bit of desperation in his gaze.

"So, you've got your sights on one?" I smirk. So the kid wants a girlfriend…

"Shut up." He blushes and turns away sharply. "Yes, I like someone and I'd prefer it get some actual advice rather than the same treatment my step brother would give me."

"Hey, I'm nowhere as bad as that fucking tool. Ok I'll help ya. Tell me about her."

"Well, she lives in my neighbourhood. She has this short wavy black hair and the brightest green eyes I've ever seen, they remind me of spring."

"Quite the romantic poet, if you ask me." I snicker and he punches me in the arm, kinda like Kyle to Kenny that night.

"Well I didn't ask you for that, just for advice."

"You want my advice, talk to her again but hold up on the crush just yet. Get to know her so that you know that you'll confessing to the same girl you're obsessing, not some perfect illusion."

"I'm not obsessing." He crosses his arms and huffs.

"Whatever you say. I know a lovesick puppy when I see one."

"Well I know what a drunk retard looks like too, come on. Let's get you back." He says in exasperation, he pulls me up and we start walking away from the bridge and the mountain of glass bottles we left behind.

Shelly's POV

"Great to see you again, Shelly." Dr. Nixion greets me as the guard brings me into the meeting room.

"Hello… Francine." She smiles brightly, as if no one has ever said her fucking name before. I refrain myself from pulling my eyes and take my usual seat.

"I want to talk more about my family" I say, her head snaps up to me so fast I bet she has vertigo now.

She looks shocked, like someone just give her water for the first time.

"Go ahead." She gestures with her pen on the paper of her notepad in prime writing position.

"So after my brother's 10th birthday, our parents got a divorce." I start. "This wasn't the first divorce they've gotten so we figured we'd be back in South Park in about 2 weeks. 2 weeks passed by, then 2 months and around half a year from then, I finally realized that we aren't going back. Denver was our home and this was our life now. I didn't think much of it at first, I don't know if you've noticed but South Park's a really fucking weird town."

She nods to acknowledge what I'm saying as the sound of scribbling fills the room.

I continue. "But once you're used to weirdness, normal…feels wrong. Nothing was the same and I felt really out of place. Mom was so busy working and dealing with her own baggage while my brother was drinking himself to an early grave. I had no one. So… maybe you were right, maybe I was lonely and I was desperate for attention."

She stops writing for the first time and looks up at me. "You said your mom was dealing with her own baggage, did you feel any emotional stress from the divorce?"

"Fuck no." I exclaim. "I saw this coming for a long time. Mom's neglectful but my dad's a selfish moron, but the divorce wasn't the only baggage she had."

"Did something happen while you were in Denver?" She continues digging.

"Stan happened. Or more specifically, his stupid alcoholism." I begin to feel agitated talking about him. "Around the age of 12, my brother was diagnosed to be a full blown alcoholic, just like his fucking dad. Mom spent some much time crying over that, calling herself a bad mom for not noticing this."

"That got me mad, not for what she said but for only noticing it when it affects Stan. What about me?!" I shout, I then realize what I just did and sit back down, trying to calm myself down. I'll be leaving soon. I don't want the guards to think I'm 'too unstable to function in society'.

"I'm done for the week." She nods in understanding and closes her notebook. I sigh in relief.

"Ok, Shelly. I'm glad you're willing to talk about this. Opening up to these feelings will help you in the long run."

Will it? I just feel angry that the memories I just dug up as well as that outburst, I have to maintain a good image. I have to convince them that I'm ready.

I have to get out of this place.

A/N: Well that was a bit of an exposition dump, a little insight to what happened to the Marshes during those 8 years. Also introducing the last OC for this story, Z. I hope he sounds like a cute kid, I tried to make him kind of like the South Park kids, innocent, a bit mature for their age and a complete smartass.

Thanks a lot for all the support you guys are giving this story. This really motivates me to keep writing and all the comments and love will not go unnoticed, Loves.

Bonus points if you can guess where the title for this and the last chapter come from. Hint, last chapter's is the name of a song from a show I love and this chapter's is a creation for a certain horror game.

Anyways, as always if you like this story, feel free to check out the drama this story is based on, "It's Okay That's Love" by SBS.

Take care, Loves.