Stan sighed as he walked around his home, back in his goth Attire, now and then he wears it to temporarily cope with his emotions. Stan got a text on his phone. Once Stan looked at the text. His eyes widened, it was from Kyle, FUCKING KYLE! " what the fuck?!" Stan said to himself completely flabbergasted thinking Kyle was arrested. "HE GOT AWAY WITH IT?!" Stan shouted in disbelief, then remembered how intelligent Kyle was. Stan sighed, and the text read, "Hey Stan, I'm sorta in town, wanna get some clothes and shit with me?". This was so out of context that Stan thought he got drunk and passed out and was still asleep, or something like that. But After regaining touch with reality, he thought about it. Stan kind of wanted to get some new gothic clothes while he was into it. Stan then became unbearably curious about what Kyle's life was like after becoming a school shooter. He Realized Kyle had to Abandon South Park. He made his decision and walked to his door... "Fuck, I need a drink first..." Stan sighed going to his closet and grabbing a stolen whiskey bottle, without hesitation drank 2 shot glasses worth. Stan winced at the burning sensation in his throat. "Fuck... you think you would get used to that..." Stan in a raspy voice said to himself as he rehid his alcohol. He grabbed a black leather coat that he dumpster-dove for last month, and went downstairs. Sharon saw her blacked-out boy and gave him a warm smile. "Hey honey, I'm here if you need to talk, okay?" his Mom said softly. "Mom, can I please have some Hot Topic money?" Stan asked kindly, "I'll cashapp you 200$, and you get whatever you want, I don't want you to think about the shooting, so go have fun!". She said going up to Stan and kissing her baby on the forehead. "Thanks, Mom." He trailed out the door and sent Kyle a response. "Yeah, anything to see you dude..." Stan replied, trying to keep calm despite his nervousness. The last time he saw Kyle... Kyle knocked a tooth out of Stan's upper jaw with a gunstock... and that was during the shooting. Kyle then sent Stan a set of coordinates. "This number is about to go invalid... so if you get lost... oh well lmao" Kyle responded. Stan took a deep breath and shouted "What a dick!" And then copied the location and walked to a bus stop. He took the bus to the location Kyle sent on his phone.

(62 minutes later)

The bus reached the stop nearest to the location. Stan walked for about 5 minutes and then saw Kyle. But Stan also saw someone he didn't know. "Stan, over here!" Kyle shouted. Stan rushed up to Kyle. Stan could tell by Kyle's appearance, that Kyle is a different person now. Kyle was wearing his signature outfit, the same one he shot up the school in. "I'm here, Jesus, that was like over an hour. " Kyle looked at Stan. "Let mean guess Stan, you're about to complain about conformists."Kyle mocked "Kyle, those Goth kids are uneducated stereotypes," Stan said annoyed "Why I shot em, Pftahahagagagagag!" Kyle laughed and the older male joined in laughing hysterically... After the loud mocking laughter, the two ruthless idiots laughing ended. Kyle spoke, "Stan this is Mattstacks, 'Stacks, This is Stan". Kyle introduced. Stan looked up at the man and gave him an odd look. Mattstacks was wearing a German Nazi cap, A matching uniform top censored from obvious view by a long heavy black trench coat, Stan saw the Waffen SS patch on Mattstacks's uniform collar, it was an actual Nazi uniform. to add to his appearance, he had black short black skin-tight jean shorts, fishnet stockings, and tall black buckle platform boots, "you look like a walking red flag." Stan said impulsively. Kyle burst out laughing, and Mattstacks blushed and spoke loudly. "so fucking what, little fag-goth?" The Nazi bent down to Stan's level And flicked Stan's nose "Ow!" Stan winced. Kyle then spoke out "Stan, this store is weird, but the clothes are fucking lit, you'll never want to dress goth again." Stan looked at the building and read the sign. "Bullet wounds, what the fuck?". Stan was confused. "shut up, don't be such a pansy, this shit is expensive, so you better have money. I'm not gonna pay for everything". Mattstacks said, pulling Stan's hat off. "come on, guys knock it off and follow me." Kyle then walked to the entrance of the store. The other two then followed behind him.

"Mattstacks my man! Long time no see, who are these Lil guys." a man with a heavy Western accent greeted Mattstacks. Kyle glared at the man. "oh, I am no little guy." Kyle pointed to himself. " this mother fucker, aka me! shot up a school and killed 57 people!". The man smiled at him, "Oh how darling! Take all the time ya need browsing! Since you're my brother you, of course, get a discount!". Kyle looked up at Mattstacks." Brother?". "oh, this is my redneck brother, James!" Mattstacks said chuckling "Mattstack,s I am interested in yer youngins, tell me their names."

"James, this walking badass I told you about is Kyle Broflovski, and this is his friend Stan". Kyle looked back at James "It's nice to meet you, James." Kyle smirked trying to appeal to the older men "god dayum Kyle, your one bad mother fucker, it's an honor to meet you! How'd ya get away with it?!" James asked, getting excited as if Kyle was a celebrity. "oh lord, Sorry Kyle, what crazy shit has your friend done!". James asked, getting ready for a hell of a story!" "I've not committed a crime, and I do-OOOOOOW!" Kyle kicked Stan. "he stole a car once, he's just letting me have my power." Kyle snickered. "well damn, not as bad as shooting, but that's bad kiddo." he praised "well we also sell guns to young folk like you, my homo Nazi and I believe children should be allowed to protect themselves." James chuckled

"fuck you, James!". Mattstacks shouted from a section of the store. James just laughed... Stan let out a nervous laugh. "Hey Stan..or whatever your name is, go try this shit on." Mattstacks said, walking up to Stan and throwing him the clothes. "Uhm, ok." Stan looked at the clothes. "ok, this looks kinda kick-ass." Stan's mood suddenly changed. "Yeah, why dress like a sore loser when you can dress like an assailant?" Kyle said "Where's the changing room?". Stan asked, turning to face James. "It's more of a toilet, but it's right over there and that pile of clothes looks like it will fit ya, you'll most likely look great!". James said as he pointed to the changing bathroom.

what Stan was holding was

A black t-shirt with purple edging, black leather fingerless gloves, a red monster mouth facial bandana, red, white, Black, and gray camo pants, black police combat boots, and a bomb-poof hat with James shop logo and eyes embroidered on it... The long poof represented a bomb fuse, And finally, a white zippable heavy bulletproof vest. Stan made his way to the changing room. He put on the clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. "Wow, this fit is actually kickass!".

"I look intimidating as hell!". Stan shouted confidently, walking out of the changing room. "oh, I was right, kiddo, you look like a real badass. Now, all you need is a firearm!". James said As Kyle and Mattacks clapped. Stan froze. "A F-Firearm..? B-but why?!". Kyle facepalmed. "Stan, we live in a world of violence and misfortune. It's for the better you have the gun to at least DE-FEND-YOUR-SELF!". Kyle said, twitching, "FUCK I MISS HIM!". Kyle shouted. James, Looked at Kyle. "you alright, Kyle?" James asked, bending down to Kyle's level. "No, my dad took Miste-My AK47, and it's making my entire body hurt for some fucking reason, like brutal separation anxiety".

Stan didn't know what to feel at this point. Stan walked over to Kyle and put his hand on Kyle's back. "Does that gun really mean something to you Kyle?"
Kyle broke down crying. Mattstacks bent down to Kyle's level... "Kyle... We will all help you get it back, ok? Please stop crying... Empathy is not my forte," Mattstacks said, admitting he's absolutely dreadful at feeling bad for someone.

"Mattstacks! Word with you now!" James said getting up and forcefully pulling Mattstacks through the employee's only door. "I'll be right back Kyle, why don't you show Stan around!" James shouted

"Dude let go of me!" Mattstacks groaned "Matt! Did you link that poor kid to a firearm?!" James shouted. "James, why the fuck would I link an inexperienced preteen to a firearm!" Mattstacks shouted back "Then why is he giving his firearm a name an fuckin' pronouns?!" James asked, still shouting. "How should I know? I only sold it to him the day I met him!" Mattstacks said back trying not to shout as loud as James was. "You sold it to him?! What fucking firearm did you sell to him!" James asked, trying to quiet down too. " AK1913." Mattstacks responded. "Huh... that one did not have a previous owner.. it was brand-spankin' new! Wait a minute, was it shipped with any experimental classes…The big boss sent here?" James asked. "Actually it did come in the same van as the experimental classes," Mattstacks responded.

"Huh..."

"MATTSTACKS! JAMES! COME QUICK!" Kyle shouted. Mattstacks and James burst out the door and ran to them. "What's wrong?!" James responded in panic. "Stan doesn't want a gun," Kyle said pointing to Stan.

"Matt, we need to teach that bastard a lesson," James said, looking at his brother. "Stan, you're not going home tonight," Mattstacks said, going behind the front counter. "W-WHAT!?". Stan Snapped. "nope, you're learning to shoot, right the fuck now." Mattstacks said, pulling a Glock 19 off a rack. "Oh Stan you're gonna love this! It's great for beginners!" Mattstacks said tossing the weapon as if it was as light as a feather. It landed on Stan's shoe. "OWWW! Why am I getting so much pain inflicted on me today?!" Stan "Mattstacks what did I tell ya about throwing products in my store!" James hissed.

"Big floppy Weiners!" Mattstacks shouted.
"After we teach you to shoot, we are gonna rescue Kyle's precious rifle" The Nazi added.

"Mister AK, Kyle's coming to rescue ya!" Kyle said in his mind.

Stan had mixed feelings about what was about to happen, and he was stupid enough to leave his phone charger at home. all he knows is, he's going to witness a murder tonight.