Stanley— the lead singer of Crimson Dawn. It recently picked up again. Though… in very very limited workspace. After the Autumn County Fair, the little death metal song they pulled in front of everyone had gotten Butters banned from ever playing that again plus a grounding.

Jimmy shortly after had peacefully left the band to focus on comedy rather music.

Leaving the band with an amazing two members. Kenny as bassist and Stan as lead singer. Though maybe Stan could adapt to being lead guitarist and singer?

He was currently in the barn, because Shelly would definitely complain if he even strung one string too loudly on his guitar.

With shitty bleached blonde hair, medicore-ish singing, and loud angry lyrics directed at his dad in a notebook. Stan was set for a total edgy vent-out. For one that would usually be alone, but you happened to come along.

“Don’t laugh dude. I’m serious.” His sightly exaggerated irritated expression morphed into an awkward, goofy grin. Stan watched your eyes trail to his notepad. Curious?

“This? Oh… just about my dad. From last week.” He rolled his eyes, the reminder of Randy’s activities from that week damped his mood slightly.