Hello!! I got bored and decided to create a Wattpad account for shits and giggles. This is my first story and it is in no way meant to be taken seriously. Chances are it's gonna be cheesy and dumb and a typical Wattpad fan fiction. I'm still going to have a hell of a lot of fun writing it though. If you want you can send truths or dares to me to use for the story. You can also request that I add characters and I'll think about adding them, depending on if I think they'll fit the general story vibe I'm going for. Now, sit back, relax and brace yourself for the absolute Train wreck that is, my story. (All characters belong to South Park and in no way belong to me. Swear warning. They've all been aged up to about 17. Everything in this story is based off of my own imagination and personal headcanons. If you don't agree with them, instead of complaining about them, you can either keep scrolling, or suck my ass. Your choice :)) Stan's parents leave for the weekend and Shelly's moved out, so that means he's got the house to himself for the weekend. He invites friends over for a sleepover and things slowly take a turn for the weird. What bad could possibly happen when a bunch of teenagers start playing party games and drinking??