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Stan x Kyle Where They Try Fentanyl

Summary:

Stan and Kyle are bored of Garrison’s lack of educational teaching and wanna get something to make it through the school day.

Notes:

Hi everypony, this is my first ao3 fic, finished a short one before this, but I think I did really good.

Disclaimer: I’ve never had sex before. I don’t know what old, gay men do to each other.

Work Text:

South Park Elementary, Mr. Garrison’s classroom.

 

Garrison: Alright class, I’m sure you’re all dying to know how Rick made it up to me for using AI to sext me.

 

The whole class was silent.

 

Garrison: He tied me up real good and went all crazy on my pickle! It was like what Ariana sings about!

 

Kyle, thinking: Damn, this school sucks booty cheeks.

 

Stan started writing a note to his beloved boyfriend on a piece of notebook paper. Garrison was too entranced by his own storytelling to notice.

 

Stan, whispering while passing the note: Kyle!

 

Kyle read it. It said: “Bro, I’m so fucking bored right now. Wanna ditch by asking to use the restroom?”

 

Kyle, raising his hand: “Mr. Garrison, can I go to the restroom?”

 

Garrison: “I don’t know, can you?”

 

Kyle: “I’ll smear shit all over the walls if you don’t let me go.”

 

The boy’s restroom, Stan arrives shortly after Kyle.

 

Stan: Dude, I literally couldn’t care less about Rick.

 

Kyle: I know, can’t he just actually teach us anything again? If I wanted to hear about someone else’s drama, I’d watch whatever show my mom does, with those ladies that are always fighting over their kids doing dances.

 

Stan: Dance Moms?

 

Kyle: Yeah, how’d you know?

 

Stan: No reason.

 

Randy is the biggest fan of Dance Moms. He personally relates to Abby Lee Miller.

 

Stan: I wish there was something to do here after the phone ban.

 

Nathan then came out of a stall.

 

Nathan: I hear you're looking for a good time? I have all the good shit, for a price.

 

Kyle: What are talking about?

 

Nathan, whispering: Drugs! But no one can know!

 

Stan: But Nathan, drugs are bad!

 

Nathan: How would you know if you never got faded before?

 

Kyle: All the adults tell us to say no.

 

Nathan: And they're fucking stupid. Have some fent, just a little couldn't hurt.

 

Kyle and Stan took the pills Nathan offered. They felt a euphoric feeling, and were numb.

 

Nathan, giving them a piece of paper: Call my burner if you want more. I can't always do business in the same place.

 

They went back to class.

 

Garrison: ...and then Rick made sure we had a good, sexy Valentine's Day together!

 

The bell rang. Stan and Kyle went into the hallways. Kyle kissed Stan.

 

Kyle: Dude, Nathan wasn't lying about fent! Fent kicks ass!

 

Stan: I feel kinda drowsy, though.

 

Kyle: It's probably nothing, we only took one pill.

 

Enter PC Principal.

 

PC Principal: You boys haven't been taking anything in the restroom, right?

 

Kyle: No?

 

PC Principal: Good, because when I catch whoever's been giving out drugs, I'll make sure they get 2 weeks of detention! Maybe even 3!

 

Stan: Good luck, I guess.

 

Stan and Kyle got on the bus home. Suddenly, Kyle started feeling sick.

 

Kyle, vomiting: Blech!

 

The students: Ew!

 

The students moved away from them. Stan and Kyle arrived back home, unsure of wanting a round 2 with this drug they don't truly comprehend.

 

End of Chapter 1