(Stutters, you’re Butters!)

So, it’s pretty known that Wendy and Stan have a, well, pretty bad relationship. They keep going on and off and break up but end up back together. It’s really not good. But this time, breakup seems to be hitting worse than usual.

Stan went back to being a goth kid.

Currently, Stan was hanging with the other goths (Pete, Firkle, Henrietta, and Michael) at the back of the school. He was being all quiet and nonconformist.. or something.

The others were smoking and talking quietly whilst Stan sipped on some coffee, trying to ignore the burn of it as it went down his throat. Goddamn being goth was painful.

Anyways, Butters was really worried about Stan (naturally, since he cares about him), so he went to go see him.

Butters snuck out class (somehow) and went to the back of the school, successfully getting out unnoticed.

However, the goth kids noticed him.

“What are you doing here, conformist?”

Henrietta scoffed, taking a hit from her cigarette, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

“Yeah, this is the goth kid spot.”

Pete chimes in, flopping his hair like he usually does, leaning back against a pillar.

“Butters? What are you doing here? I thought you were being all sunshine’s and rainbows.”

Stan huffed, trying to sound goth yet failing. He took another sip of dark roast, fighting to hold back from spitting it out, and swallowed it. God, it burned.