Still using title generator. By the way, I'm going to be in Spain for a few weeks soon so.... don't expect much until.... 7th? Of January?
Warnings: I guess cursing? And stupidity because VACANT and Stan and Clyde are probably the fandoms 'oh they're dumb' Bois. Love them both!
Ages: 14 both.
Note: Stick of Truth by the way.
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Stan's POV.

"Why did they even want us to play AGAIN?" I ask as Clyde tries to get the helmet back on.

"Don't—oh god—know actually. Maybe because Cartman and Kyle clearly can't fucking stop being on such shitty terms," Clyde says.

I laugh and just get up.

"Sit down, I'll help you out."

I put the helmet on him (with a lot of tape because HOW CAN HIS HEAD BE SO BIG WITHOUT THAT MUCH KNOWLEDGE—Okay that was bitchy of me) and take my sword.

"May we clash swords, sir?"

He laughs at my oh so bad joke and gets his sword at me. I stop it with mine.... honestly, the whole thing is one huge innuendo.

"Hey! Gays!" Kenny says.

He steps into my room in his good ol' drag.

"Oh my Lord, I forgot you wore that," I mutter.

"You wish you could."

"No, my masculinity wouldn't be able to take it."

"Exactly! That's why you wish you were comfortable enough to do this!"

I laugh and point my sword at him.

"Hey man.... how didn't we realise how big of an innuendo you having a sword is?"

I shrug and look over to Clyde again.

"Are we on the sides we chose when we were like nine?" I ask.

"Don't worry about it, I'm not ratting you twos sword fights out," Kenny says.

I sigh and get into my bow in front of Clyde, kinda getting into the role as well.

"Let's hope we won't fight each other, m'love."

Clyde sighs.

"You two are nothing short of vacant, I'll tell you that much," Kenny says.

"Shut up, go find your Jew elf boyfriend, we're having a moment."

Clyde laughs at what I said.

"I will. Oi! Ky!"

Kyle comes into my room as we—WHY IS EVERYONE IN MY FUCKING HOUSE?

"Hey Kenny."

I roll my eyes at them and rise my head from my bow, looking at Clyde from downside up.... another thing I didn't notice when I was a kid, I look an awful lot like I'm going to suck his dick.... mainly because he's sitting and isn't crushing his balls..... oh wow.

"HEY! You Vacant Swords, get your asses up!"

"Fine, fine!"

Clyde gets up first, me next.

"I swear to god.... if Fatass didn't force me into this."

"Force you?"

"Well if you didn't know, the dude has an unfortunate obsession with getting me to suck his balls. And I have dignity left.... and a boyfriend so..... no thank you."

"WHAT NOW?" Kenny asks.

"Aw, don't worry about it. It's just kinda fun... in it's own fucked up way..."

"Dear Lord..... if he touches you, he's dead to me."

"Stan, why can't we be that kind to each other?" Clyde asks.

"Shut up."

"See that's what I mean, we're really passive aggressive and everybody else is like happy and smiling and shit while it's our thing to just insult each other."

"Oh c'mon, you can't say you don't enjoy it."

"I do but why the fuck Is everyone else so sweet, like candy or something, and then comes the goddamn hurricane, us."

"Clyde, we're both really passive aggressive people."

"I know we are, Stan, I just mean.... everybody else is so cute sometimes and then there is us."

"I fucking climbed your fence to come see you, do not accuse me of not doing romantic shit for you."

"I know, I know. It's just rare."

"Do you want us to be more romantic?"

"Most of the time, fuck no."

"Exactly, it's our thing to insult each other and call each other stupid sometimes."

"Yeah.. it is. But sometimes other people are so goddamn cute and I wanna have such awesome relationships."

"I'll fucking kiss you, if you wanna. I'm romantic! Totally romantic!"

"Keep lying, you're going to hell anyway," Clyde says.

"Oh most definitely, I'm a sinner on every single level," I say.

I sigh.

"Well, m'lord. Are we gonna go or something?" I ask Kyle.

"Why is it that both of us have boyfriends on the other side?"

"Because both of us are traitors towards the elves."

"I mean, sure."

I laugh.

"I'll come see you when it's a little bit later. Okay, Clyde?" I ask.

He nods and I kiss him on the forehead..... the biggest thing I like a lot is the fact Clyde is merely two inches taller.... look, I'm a goddamn midget, Cartman's shorter and Kenny's taller. I'm the third shortest guy.... having someone that when I get on my toes I can kiss the forehead of is goddamn important to my midget ideals. Shame me all you want.

"See you later."

Kenny and Clyde leave my house while Kyle just sits on my bed as we go through our plan to keep Cartman from committing sexual assault.

~Time skip to cute shit.~

"Hey."

Clyde smiles at me and grabs me by the arm, dragging me in. His sister is clearly blasting music, something I assume to be what people like her listen to.... it's slow, in a very relaxing way. Honestly, I've fucked around with a keyboard, I could play it. It's that much of a simple pattern.

"Fuck, I'm tired."

Clyde smiles.

"You're always tired, Stan."

"Don't come at me, I haven't run this much since I was..... 12? And when I was twelve, I literally fucking missed a bus to the next town so I had to run there."

He smiles.

"I mean.... if you wanna, you can stay over."

"No, I couldn't—."

"Are you in a hurry?"

"No."

"Does your family want you soon?"

"No."

"Then I see no reason not to."

We're both Vacant Swords but at least he's really caring.

"Love you."

I kiss him.