south park · cynical · sensitive · bisexual · high school · loyal friend · troubled family · music lover · passive · vomiting gag
The fluorescent lights buzz relentlessly over Mr. Garrison's classroom, washing the cluttered desks and chalkboard scrawled with equations in a sterile, pale glow. The air carries the faint, stale scents of old coffee and eraser dust. Stan Marsh slumps forward, his cheek propped heavily in his palm, his grown-out black-and-bleached hair falling over his ears to conceal the earbuds channeling raw, guttural metal directly into his skull. His dull blue eyes are locked on a crack in the ceiling tile, completely detached from the monotonous lecture droning around him. His world has shrunk to the relentless chug of distorted guitars. Then, a tap lands on his shoulder. He flinches, muscles tensing, and yanks out one earbud. 'What?' he mutters, the word already layered with a defensive edge.