A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it's taken so long for this update! I recently fell in love with Big Hero 6, so some stories for that fandom may be appearing from me soon, hehe. But-I haven't forgotten about this story, nor will I! (Hopefully). Anywho~I don't own South Park, enjoy!

Chapter 5: Ana

"Congrats again, Kyle!"

"Thanks, dude." Kyle responded, before turning and walking to the front door of his house.

Stan joined Shelly, who was at the front of the Broflovski's driveway.

"Hey, kid." she smirked down at him, as Stan nonchalantly grabbed her hand like he did when he was younger.

"Hey." Stan smirked as well, as they turned into their own driveway. "What's up?"

"Not much."

"What were you and Kenny's brother up to?"

"Homework, complaining...you know, the usual teenage shit."

"Oh, really? You have gone over there after school pretty often lately..."

Shelly glared at her brother. "I'm sure I've told you a hundred times that I'm dating A.J. and I don't like Kevin like that. He's practically a second brother to me at this point."

"Alright, alright. Just checking." Stan laughed, as Shelly took her hand away from Stan and used it to open the door.

"What did you do with Kyle?" Shelly asked, shutting the door after Stan walked in.

Stan narrowed his eyes. He sometimes regretted telling her that he thought he may have a crush on Kyle, though knew she wouldn't tell anyone. After Shelly entered high school, she got much more mature and chill about most everything. Especially since she and her group of friends would smoke weed every now and again.

"Not much. He had just gotten home from a game, so we only talked for a few minutes."

"Oh," Shelly sighed, as she took off her jacket and her gloves. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your little moment."

Stan scoffed and pushed her softly, his face turning pink. "Shut up, Shel..."

She giggled, before the two of them then walked into the kitchen and looked to see their mom and dad fixing dinner.

Well, Sharon was fixing dinner whilst Randy, arms crossed and angry, drank a gluten-free beer and watched his wife throw away the crème fraiche.

"Hey kids." Sharon smiled a half-hearted smile, before setting their plates in their spots. "Stanley, go take off your coat."

Stan looked at her, raising a noirette brow. "Why? I'm cold."

"I'll turn up the heat. Just go take off your coat."

Stan groaned and pushed himself out of his chair, up to his room.

He grumbled quietly. "This is pointless. Why the hell do I have to off my coat if I'm cold? Whatever, she has to pay for medicine if I catch a cold in this fucking igloo."

Stan then pushed the door to his room open and stripped from his jacket. He tossed it on his bed and looked in the mirror.

He frowned and began to play with his blue shirt, fixing all the creases and smoothing it out just to pinch at it and pull it up some.

He cringed, before going to his closet and finding a sweater. A year ago it fit, though it was now much too big. Stan didn't know how, though he slid on the oversized piece of clothing and seemed more content when he looked in the mirror.

He was about to head back downstairs, though he heard his phone buzz.

He grabbed it from his back pocket to see a text from Craig.

Hey man.

What's up?

Not much. You?

Dinner time...

Oh...

What do I do?

Any excuses?

We always eat together on Friday nights, no excuses.

Why?

Mom says it make a family stronger, or some shit.

Wow.

Ikr. So what do I do?

You sure you cant get out of it?

Nope.

Then cut up your food really small, drink lots of water and tell them you've got homework to do, so you have to finish fast. Wait until they aren't paying attention to take ur dishes 2 the sink.

K thanx.

No prob dude. Stay strong.

U 2.

Stan smirked, happy he had someone to talk to when he needed advice.

"Stanley!" Sharon called from downstairs.

Stan then groaned before he stuck his phone back in his pocket and then hurried down the stairs.

"Sit down and eat your dinner, Stan."

Stan nodded, before sitting in his spot next to his mother.

Without another word, the rest of the Marsh family dug into their dinner.

Stan, however, took a sip or two of water before even looking at the meal. When he did acknowledge the steak, potatoes and green beans before him, he sighed.

He picked up his fork and let himself nonchalantly eat the vegetables, given that the half cup serving of greens wasn't too bad.

He then looked over the rest of the meal. The steak was tender and juicy; the potatoes were creamy and shining with butter.

Though in Stan's mind, he didn't see the food. He just saw calories. Calories he did not want to consume.

He then took Craig's advice, beginning to cut up the food into tiny bits whilst Sharon tried to spark a conversation.

"So, how was everyone's day?" She asked, faking a cheery voice.

The other Marshes all mumbled, "Okay..." very quietly. Another long silence then set in, though Sharon wasn't done trying.

"Anyone have anything to do after dinner? We could sit down and watch a movie together if not."

Shelly started the excuses. "Sorry, mom. Kevin and I have to finish a project for biology."

Randy chimed in. "The guys want me at the bar tonight, Sharon."

"And I've got homework-" Stan started, though he stopped upon noticing his mother's upset face. He knew she didn't want to be alone tonight. "-but after I finish it, I'll watch a movie with you."

"Really?" Sharon asked, smiling as her son nodded. "Thank you, Stan."

Stan smiled and waited for their family to change the subject before he stood quickly with his napkin on his still full plate.

He took it back into the kitchen, dumped out the food and covered it with a napkin or two, and then washed the plate in the sink.

"I'm gonna start my homework." He said as he walked back to the table.

"Okay, honey." Sharon sighed, as Shelly and Randy both said goodbye after finishing their food.

Stan then hopped weightlessly up the stairs, feeling a bit winded after reaching the top. He wasn't really in bad shape, though the malnourishment and starving had taken a toll on his heart and the complications were beginning to make even something like getting up the stairs uncomfortable and hard.

Stan took in a deep breath and walked into his room, grabbing his phone to send a thank you text to Craig.

Thanks, dude. It worked.

No prob. I figured it would.

He then tossed his phone down on his bed and stood in front of the mirror again. He hated the reflection.

No. 'Hated' wasn't even strong enough a word. Despised…loathed…there wasn't a word strong enough to describe the pure disgust he felt for himself and especially his body.

He felt horrid. Repulsive. He believed he was too foul to be looked at and hated having to be in public, really for other's wellbeing. He didn't want anyone to have to get even a glance of him. He was afraid they might throw up. Or maybe they would banish him again.

He then remembered that he wouldn't have to worry about any of this too much longer. Ana, the nickname he gave his non-diagnosed disorder, was here to help.

"No need to worry, love." Her non-existent voice cooed. "I'll make you absolutely perfect for that crush of yours."

Stan nodded to the demon in his head, even though she'd been saying that for at least a year now. He'd dropped exactly forty-six pounds and still was nowhere near satisfied.

His goal weight? Maybe ninety, or possibly eighty pounds. He didn't know. And it really was never up to Stan anyway-his goal weight was decided by Ana. Though it would most likely be easier to follow if she didn't constantly change it. First it was five pounds…then ten…then twenty…every pound lost was practically orgasmic for Stan. He didn't even know why he was obsessed with his weight-maybe because his mother was obsessive over hers. Like his father, Stan was rather impressionable. He followed whatever everyone else was doing, and this was what most girls are doing, right? That's what he believed. And if everyone else is doing it, then there's absolutely no harm.

Right? Stan thought to himself, beginning to doubt his theory.

"Right." Ana stated proudly, making sure Stan heard her already loud voice. "No harm whatsoever, love."

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