Chapter 6: Starting the living dream

Stan continued running outside, where it started to get cloudy. He ran and ran until he stopped to catch his breath. He leaned on a building, and started panting. "Screw...Kyle," he said with a glare.

The nine year old calmed down, and started walking with his hands in his pockets. It was pretty windy, and it looked like a storm was gonna start. But he didn't rush home.

"Stan..." a voice whispered.

Stan thought he heard something, but he thought it was just the wind. So he continued walking.

"Stan..."

Stan stopped with a curious look on his face.

"Stan..."

"I'm right here." He looked around, trying to find where the voice came from. But he didn't see anything.

"Stan..."

"Hello? Dude, where are you? Who are you? Come out!"

Nothing happened.

"Hello?!"

"You know who I am..."

Stan was confused. He had never heard this voice before; he thought. "No I don't." Wait, I don't. He then realized that it was a stranger, and it wasn't safe to talk to strangers. So he kept walking, ignoring the voice.

"Stan Marsh..."

Now Stan was scared, hearing that the stranger knew his last name, too. So he started running.

"Stan..."

The nine year old started to panic, but kept running. His house was still far away, and he had no idea where the secret stranger was. He then tripped over nothing, and fell face flat to the ground.

After waking up from his dozed off self, he thought he heard foot steps. He slowly turned around, and looked up. There was a black figure, looking at him.

Stan was in so much shock, he didn't movie or get up from the ground.

"Stan Marsh."

"Go away."

"Get up, Stan."

The little boy got up and looked at him. His face was finally visible, and he couldn't believe what he saw. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but it was true. It was the same guy from his dream.

"You seem surprised to see me." His voice was very deep.

"I..."

"I did tell you that your mission would start at the beginning of the weekend."

Stan couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe this was happening. It couldn't be. "You're lying," he glared and pointed at the dream stranger.

The dream stranger sighed, and leaned down to Stan's size. "Do you remember what I told you?"

"Told me what?"

"When you were sleeping."

"Huh?!"

"In your dream."

Stan gasped, for this was really happening.

"Aw, you do remember."

Stan looked down at his shoes.

"Do you remember what I told you."

"You said something about...finding a reward."

"Yes Stan. A prize. A treasure. And the only way for you to find it, is to..."

"Look for it?"

"Yes, but how do you do that?"

"Umm..."

"You work..."

"I work..."

The dream stranger began to grow impatient. "You work with..."

"No one."

"That's right. You didn't tell anyone about this, did you?"

"No."

"Good. So now you can look for it."

"Well..."

"Well what?"

"It's just...this is something I don't really trust for."

"What do you mean, Stan Marsh?"

"I just...just don't wanna do it. This can't be real."

"It is real! You here me!"

Stan became scared. "But I still don't wanna do it."

The dream stranger grabbed Stan by the neck, and started shaking him. "You gotta do this right now, you here me! It's important!"

"Ok, ok!" His throat was then finally released. After he calmed down, he sighed. "How am I supposed to know where to look?"

"Let me ask you. What is one of your favorite things to do?"

"Play with my friends."

"Besides that."

"Play music or football. Basketball, too."

"Besides that. What is it that you do in your living room?"

"Watch TV?"

"And you use your thumbs to control it."

"A remote."

"Yes. A remote. And what remote is that?"

"A TV remote?"

"No! Something you use to fight enemies or race others."

"A video game."

"Yes! A video game. And in video games, you can be in different places."

"Well, yes."

"The way for you to find the reward, is for you to be in a video game. For it is the only way you can find it."

"But how am I suppose to be in a video game?"

"You ask too many questions. You have to answer them all. You will have to do that during your search."

"But..."

"Kids like you...they love to pretend."

"Pretend to do what?"

"Pretend. Imaginate. What ever is in your imagination, will be real life. You have a powerful imagination. You and your friends do."

Stan stood there, unsure of what was going on. But he listened.

"Now," the dream stranger went on, "close your eyes..."

Stan closed his eyes.

"Now, imagine your self as a #1 player. A character, ready to find and search. You are in the world, where you will find it. Imagine yourself."

Stan did so.

"Now open your eyes."

He opened his eyes, and was shocked. He wasn't in his town anymore. He was in the same place that he was in his dream. "What...what happened?!"

"You happened, Stan."

"But...am I not in South Park anymore? I'm not home anymore?"

"You are home. This is just pretend, but also so real. Now look at yourself."

Stan did, and he saw that he had a uniform on, good to be going on an adventure.

"You also have gun. And a rope. You are to start now. It is just like a game. Search for the prize."

"Is the prize real? Or is it just my imagination?"

"The prize is real. But your imagination will help you find it. But remember, work alone. There is one thing you need to remember about a video game."

"What?"

"You are the good guy. But there are not just good guys."

"There are enemies."

"That's right."

"Who will the enemies be?"

"I told you. Work alone. Don't trust anyone."

"So everyone is my enemy."

"That's right. Now you need to get going. You only have three days. If you don't get the prize in three days..."

"What?"

"You'll find out if you don't try hard."

"I will try hard."

"Good. Now go on."

"Wait. What is your name? What do I call you?"

"Call me Bug Feet."

"Bug Feet?"

"Don't make fun of my name. Now go!"

The nine year old turned around, and started his journey.

Ok, so I guess you guys are wondering what this has to do with Stan and Kyle's friendship. But things will pick up later in the story. I promise you guys. Please review!