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Who: Little!Kyle and Goth!Stan
Where: Stan's teeny-tiny dark bedroom.
When: Sometime when it shouldn't be that dark?
What: Kyle wants to see his best friend and bring him out of his misery. It probably won't work.
Status: In progress
Kyle had been looking for a Stan his age since he arrived. What with the floors looking alike and Kyle struggling to gain his bearings in a building this size, as well as frequently retreating to his own room to consider whether he was likely to pop out of existance or whether the world would be better off without him, his search had not been entirely fruitful.
He was now on the right floor, at least. A row of rooms marked "Stan" stretched out before him. Only two were occupied, he knew, so why was there a need for all of these? There could be a hundred rooms here. Were Stans going to start arriving by the shedload? He wandered from door to door, knocking and awaiting a response.
When he came to a door with wailing music creeping out and contaminating the air outside, he didn't bother to knock. He opened the door and entered the room. It was too dark for him to see anything. He blinked, trying to get accustomed to the lack of light. Kyle stepped inside warily.
"Stan? You here?" he asked.
Where: Stan's teeny-tiny dark bedroom.
When: Sometime when it shouldn't be that dark?
What: Kyle wants to see his best friend and bring him out of his misery. It probably won't work.
Status: In progress
Kyle had been looking for a Stan his age since he arrived. What with the floors looking alike and Kyle struggling to gain his bearings in a building this size, as well as frequently retreating to his own room to consider whether he was likely to pop out of existance or whether the world would be better off without him, his search had not been entirely fruitful.
He was now on the right floor, at least. A row of rooms marked "Stan" stretched out before him. Only two were occupied, he knew, so why was there a need for all of these? There could be a hundred rooms here. Were Stans going to start arriving by the shedload? He wandered from door to door, knocking and awaiting a response.
When he came to a door with wailing music creeping out and contaminating the air outside, he didn't bother to knock. He opened the door and entered the room. It was too dark for him to see anything. He blinked, trying to get accustomed to the lack of light. Kyle stepped inside warily.
"Stan? You here?" he asked.