College Days (A South Park Style Fanfic)

Make Ups

Damage control is a skill; a sacred art, if you will.

Neither Kenny or Stan had that down. Kenny, if anything, was gone a millisecond after an accident happened. Stan, well, he can run but not very far.

"You have so much to do." Michael said with a lit cigarette resting between his fingers.

"Fuck off." Kenny grunted, tossing a heavy rug with Stan onto a truck.

"We're already playing at your spot. I mean fuck, do we have to do the entirety of Disintegration?" Stan asked with a grumpy look.

"Yes." Kyle and Michael answered swiftly in sync.

Stan scrunched his nose up in disapproval, wiping his hands on his shorts as he looked at more boxes to unpack.

"Trust me I'd rather do some MCR or worse, Fall Out Boy." Kenny mumbled.

"No. No one and their mom will pay me enough to fucking do fall out boy." Stan swiftly responded.

"Keep that emo shit away from me and my venue." Michael scoffed, almost offended by the bare thought.

Stan shook his head, he was just as disgusted with the topic.

"Psst..." Kenny signaled for Stan's attention, getting close to him while grabbing an amp. "Crash it. Let's get fucked and crash it. We can get real shit done with it."

Stan raised his eyebrow slightly and exhaled sharply.

"That's a death sentence." He replied while glancing over at Kyle.

"We can pay some of the guys to be guards."

Stan sighed, looking away then back at Kenny. He couldn't help but grin from the dangerously stupid idea of crashing the show.

"Craig won't come cause it's our mess."

"Then we find someone else!"

"Who?"

Kenny scratched his bearded face then lit up, his eyes were a gateway to hell. He leaned into Stan and whispered a name into his ear.

Stan's jaw dropped and stayed there for a good minute. He couldn't believe this devious, yet alluring plan that Kenny took five seconds to deliver. He snickered to himself and nodded, nudging Kenny who was giggling like a child.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" Kyle asked from afar.

"Nothin!" They both responded.
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Stan and Kenny were sharing a joint back stage, drinking water to ready themselves for the show. They giggled over stupid things and kept the set list quiet to themselves. There was an obvious surprise coming that they needed to keep under wraps.

"Yo- it's just you two? Who's the guitarist!?" Kyle questioned with slight panic. He knew they really needed to do this well enough to be be slapped on the wrist and call it a day.

"Hehe, 'sup friends." Ike greeted behind Kyle.

The red head jumped and turned around, shocked from the appearance of his younger brother.

"Ike!?"

"IKE!" Stan and Kenny exclaimed with joy, pushing Kyle away and hugging him tightly.

Ike grinned and shook them off, squirming free and running away.

"FUCKIN' FREAKS!" He snickered as he ran with a guitar case.

Kyle's mouth was open, watching his brother he surrounded by the biggest idiots that can ruin anyone's life.