It was a cloudy, rainy afternoon in the town of South Park, Colorado. A pre-teen called Stanley Marsh, whom most people referred to as Stan, who wore goth clothes, had a goth personality, and an overall goth style, was on a waiting room, waiting for an appointment with a psychologist called Dr. Leopold Stotch. He was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder just a week ago.
When the time came, he saw a red-haired kid, about his age, wearing a green hat with the face of a creeper from Minecraft on it., walk out of Dr. Stotch's office. He was wearing a similar, yet distinguishable, style of clothes. He didn't look like a goth at all, Stan thought he kinda looked like a scene. At first glance, he seemed to have a smile on his face, but not a genuine smile, it was more of a forced smile, it looked as if he was actually happy, but wouldn't naturally smile, so he felt the pressure to force a smile in order to show everyone that he was actually happy. This is something Stan would never do. Stan was frowning. This other kid looked a bit shy, but like a nice person. The kid left the waiting room in small jumps, Stan wanted to talk to him, but felt anxious to do so. Stan walked into Dr. Stotch's office, only to be surprised with a familiar face.
Stan: "Butters, you're a psychologist? Wait, Butters isn't your real name?"
Stan had a classmate in school everyone called Butters, so he assumed it was his name. They weren't friends or anything (Stan had no friends at all), but they knew each other by face and name.
Butters: "Yup, Stan, that's me! My parents said I should get a job so I can learn about adult responsibilities, so I quickly got a PhD in psychology and now I attend pre-teens on the autism spectrum."
Stan: "Okay, umm, Butters, who was that kid that just walked out of your office?"
Butters: "Oh, that was Kyle"
Stan: "Kyle?"
Butters: "Kyle Broflovski, he goes to a different school. He got diagnosed as part of the autism spectrum about a year ago. Today was my last session with him. Neither of us are likely to ever see him again."
Stan: "You wouldn't happen to have his phone number or anything, would you?"
Butters looked shocked at this
Butters: "Well, I do, but why would you want that?"
Stan stopped to think about what he was saying, why was he asking a classmate who isn't even his friend for the phone number of a random kid that he just saw for a couple of seconds and didn't even bother to attempt talking to?
Stan: "Oh, nothing, let's just move on..."
Butters: "Oh, okay Stan, sure."
The session continued for an hour or so. Stan couldn't keep focus on the session, however. He was very distracted thinking about this kid...
This one kid...
This one scene kid...
