Classification In South Park

The two boys waved goodbye to Stan's dad and started to drive.

     They went to Kyles house first. Kyle dashed inside, trying to avoid teasing about spending the night at a, “BoOoYs!!” and quickly started shoving a pair of clothes into his bag.

      He grabbed his comfort stuffie and started walking out.

      “Don’t do anything stupid.” Kyles dad warned. Kyle nodded. “Of course! Bye!” Kyle shut the door and hopped into Stan’s truck.

     “You good?” Stan asked. Kyle nodded. “Let's get this over with.” Kyle said, sounding almost mad.

   Stan noticed him chewing his knuckle. “You don't need to be nervous.” Stan grabbed Kyles paw and pulled it away from Kyles mouth. “Don’t chew on your knuckles, you could get sick. Your hands are ucky.”

    Kyle started chewing on his jacket sleeve. “Buddy. Stop it.” Kyle crossed his arms. “I’m so nervous… I need to chew on something.”

     Stan sighed. “I know but i'm going to be right there, with you.” Kyle looked at Stan who held a soft expression.

     Kyle looked at him a little longer. “Are you a caregiver?” Stan's face dropped. “Heh, why?”

    He seemed to grow nervous. “You’re so nice to me and treat me like a little kid… like a little brother... Is that why?”

      Stan looked at Kyle confused before looking directly back at the road. “What!? Is that what you think?” Kyle gave a small head nod. It was bothering him for some time now.

      “Well first of all, yes i’m a caregiver but I’m nice to you cuz, well, you’re my friend. The little kid stuff is cuz… well that’s me just wanting to take care of you, but I do not see you as a little brother!” Stan's face scrunched up and he stuck his tongue out making a quiet. “Ick.” sound. “Oh…” Kyle said, a little disappointed.

    Stan noticed this. “Uh! Not that I don't wan- I just- you’re- Ughhhh.” Stan paused for a second his face obviously cringing. “I want to take care of you… as like my little…”

      Kyles face felt extremely warm. Was Kyles crush asking to be his caregiver!?

     Stan glanced over at Kyle. “Im sorry, I know it’s so dumb but… I don't know…” Stan gripped the steering wheel tightly. “I guess… well, I guess I just really like you… Like not as a friend-”

    Kyle snapped out of shock. “You’re joking.” Stan seemed shocked at the response. “Eh… No?”

     Kyle suddenly felt so happy. He felt relieved. “Oh my gosh.” Kyle smiled. Stan was just plain confused. “Oh my gosh? Why oh my my gosh.”

     Kyle chuckled. “Funny story, I may or may not feel the same way and have felt the same way sometime now…”

     Stan's face lit up. “Heh. W-wow. Umm…” Kyle giggled. Stan followed suit. “Sorry I never thought I’d get this far.” “It’s fine.'' Kyle reassured.

     They had pulled into the parking lot of the store. There was a small moment of silence before it was interrupted by Stan. “So. Because im a dumb gay...Are we dating?”

     Kyle chuckled. But his smile quickly dropped "What about Wends? I will not be the reason you break their heart!" Kyle felt ashamed of his actions.

    Stan quickly waved his arms back and forth and shook his head 'no' in a violent manner. "We talked! Wendy got Caregiver as well... They said they understood if I wanted to get a little, they also said they didnt mind me dating my little. As long as they could do the same..."

    “Do you want to?” Stan turned to Kyle. “Kyle… this is so cheesy… Will you be my boyfriend and little?” Kyle grinned and nodded quickly. “You big dork. Of course!”  Stan and Kyle hugged across the center console.  

   When they split up and got out Kyle reached for Stan's hand which Stan took gratefully.

     “Okay. Are you ready buddy?” Kyle grinned and gave a thumbs up with his free hand. He was grinning ear to ear and he started feeling excited as well as floaty again.

     Kyle barely remembered the last time it happened so it sorta scared him. “Mmm… Stan?” Stan looked at Ke concerned. “What's wrong? Are you still nervous?”

     Kyle shook his head no. “I jus feelin’ a little floaty. I don know why…” Stan chuckled, know Kyle was regressing. “It’s okay buddy. You’re just excited.” Kyles mouth went “O” and he kept walking with Stan to the store.

   Stan looked down at Kyle. “Now listen you gotta hold on to my hand while we're here, that way you don't get lost, Okay?” Kyle smiled. “Mtay!”   

     He was getting more excited by the minute. He started jumping up and down with his steps, swinging his arms back and forth.

     The store was pretty big. It was just like a baby store, but for adults. Kyle and Stan walked farther into the store when a store employee greeted them.

   She was a pretty Ginger with blue eyes. “Hello! Welcome to Littleverse! Can I help you?” Kyle hid behind Stan keeping a hold of his paw.

    Stan chuckled and petted Kyles head “It’s okay buddy.” Kyle came forward again but still hid next to Stan.

    “He’s a little shy, he actually just found out he was a little today!” The store employee smiled. “I see! I have a little at home so I understand. You’re here for some starting stuff?” “Yep! Do you know where we should start?” The store employee pointed at a few isles.

     “I hope I could help.” Stan gave a hum. “Yes, thank you very much.” She smiled then looked at Kyle. “Oh! And since you were such a good boy when daddy was talking to me…” The girl reached into her work apron and pulled out a sucker. “Is it okay if he has one?”

    Stan smiled. “Of course!” Kyle took the sucker. “Tank oo.” He said shyly.    He felt very happy he was able to behave enough to get a sucker.

    He unwrapped it and put the sugary treat in his mouth. It tasted like bubble gum.

     “Yummy!” Kyle giggled. Stan gave a soft smile before waving goodbye to the girl and leading Kyle around the store.

   By the time they were finished Kyle had Pacis, paci clips, a sippy cup and  plate set, a onesie and fuzzy sock set, a bath set, a sensory block, and chew necklaces for when Kyle got anxious.

     Stan had placed these things onto the conveyor belt from the basket. After ringing up the items most of the money was used besides Kyles 20 but it was worth it. Kyle was so happy, he was bouncing up and down.

    As they left the store Kyle tugged on Stan's sleeve. “...Papa?” Stan Looked back at Kyle concerned. “What is it Little one?”

     Kyle started to chew his knuckle. “I hungy…” Stans face softened and he grabbed Kyles paw to prevent chewing.

     “I have to go to the gas station, do you wanna pick out a treat while we’re there?” Kyles face lit up. “Pwease?” Stan nodded. “Mhm! Lets go!”

     Stan opened the car door for Kyle and buckled him in before getting in himself and ruffling Kyles head fluff as he started the car.

    They started to drive to the nearest 7 - Eleven. Kyle was looking out the window with the biggest grin. Could his day get any better? He got the boy of his dreams and said boy supported him and was his caregiver! He also got a little spoiled today, which was a plus.

    “Kyky?” Sta  interrupted Kyles thoughts. Kyle looked at him. “Yes Papa?”

     Stan's face was smiling and he seemed so content and peaceful with life right now.

     “When we get home I want you to, finish your snack, take a bath, brush your teeth, take your allergy meds and put on jammies. Okay?”

      Kyle cringed. “I has to go ni ni when I get home?” Stan sighed. “I’m afraid so buddy. It’s gettin’ late.” Kyle pouted. “I don wanna though…” He mumbled quietly.

     Stan looked at him with a soft expression that made Kyle feel safe. “We can watch a few cartoons if you do as you’re told and behave.”

    Stan knew the poor boys mind tended to race at night, especially for bed. He didn’t want his little boy to hurt or feel scared. Kyle grinned. “Otay! Tankies!”

      Stan pulled up to a gas pump. He twisted his arm to reach Kyles seat belt clicker thing to unbuckle him.    “Okay let's go!” Stan smiled.

    Kyle hopped out of the car. Stan was already pumping gas, smiling softy at seemingly nothing. Unlike Kota’s, who had a wide grin from ear to ear in excitement.

      “Hey buddy, but no candy okay?” Stan was cautious with his sentence, he didn't want Kyle to be upset but instead Kyle gave a smile and nodded. “Otay! It cuz it ni ni time?” Stan hummed a yes when he grabbed Kyles hand.

      They walked into the convenient store and towards the short isle filled with different types of snacks. Kyle was giggling while Stan messed around and made funny faces.   “Daddy is so funny!” Kyle giggled, Stan smiled and pointed to the snacks.

     “Thanks baby but you should go pick out a treat so we can get home.” Kyle grinned and skipped over to the snacks humming as he rocked back and forth on his heels as he thought of what he should get.

      Stan stood a little ways away and messaged his dad telling him they’d be home soon when he heard something.

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     “You should act your age!” An angry deep voice barked.

      Stan looked up and saw an angry overweight man shoving a finger into the scared littles chest.

    Kyle stood there scared, his chest rising and falling at a quick pace. “I-i sowwie…” The man gave a loud grunt. “Don't speak to me wit-”

    Stan was quick to grab Kyle in his arms and place him on his hip. “Do you have a problem?”  Stan's eyes were angry, his hair standing on edge as he felt his boy tremble in his hands and hide his face in Stan's neck.

     The man eyed Stan up and down. “Oh let me guess, you’re it’s Daddy?” The man's voice dripped with sarcasm and mockery. “And his boyfriend, and I suggest you leave him alone before I call the police.”

        The man scoffed and pointed a finger at Stan angrily “Listen here, faggot! I dont give a shit about you or your trap of a “Boyfriend”,” the man made air quotes with his fingers. “but maybe she should grow the fuck up and stop stealing others money and being a bother, people like her should kill themselves and go to hell!”

    Stan felt a sudden dampness in his shirt and realised Kyle was crying. “Listen.” Stan  spoke as calmly as he could. “I don’t know who pissed in your cereal but you have no right to sit here and call me and my boyfriend slurs! Especially when you look like you just crawled out of the sewers to harass people to overcompensate for your pathetic life and small dick!”

      Stan practically spat the last words with anger. Kyle flinched in Stans arms and hugged him tighter. The lab looked at Stan with shock and anger before he showed his teeth and shoved Stan almost hard enough to knock him over. “Fuck you and that tranny!” The man stormed off and out of the store.

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     Kyle whimpered into Stan's  shoulder and held onto him tight.

     Stan's whole being immediately softened as he quickly hugged the little to comfort him. “Don’t worry my prince, he’s gone. I would never let him hurt you.” Kyle’s grip loosened and he looked back at Stan. His skin on his face had tear stains.

     “Aww baby… I’m so sorry, everythings going to be fine, okay? Daddy’s here.” Kyle sniffed. “I wanna go home…” His voice sounded drained and tired. “Of course my prince. Do you still want a snack?”

      Stan watched as Kyle pointed at a box of Strawberry Pockys. Stan grabbed them and headed towards the register.

      He set Kyle down but made sure to hold onto his hand tightly. Kyle leaned into Stan's shoulder. His eyes felt heavy and he felt small and scared.

      The cashier suddenly spoke up. “Just so you know, we reported him to the police for harassment. I'm very sorry he treated you and your little so poorly.”

      Kyle didn’t want to think of all the mean things the man said. The whole situation shook him up a bit and he just wanted to cry. The only thing stopping him was that he was in public but he could feel his throat burning and the threat of tears about to spill.

     “Thank you.” Stan responded as he paid and led the both of them out of the 7/11.

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    As soon as they got into the car Kyle couldn’t hold it. His eyes pooled tears and curled into himself. Kyles mind was filled with horrible thoughts and they wouldn't stop. Tranny, no one could love you, you’re such a screw up, kill yourself,mistake!

       Kyle pushed his hands into his eyes till he saw stars. What makes you think anyone could love you like this? Cuz you’re a fucking mistake! No one could love you!! You’re disgusting!! Kyle balled his paws into fist and lifted his arms up and let them come crashing down onto his skull. He went to repeat the process but Stan was quick to grab his arms. Someone Kyle almost forgot was in the car.

“Kyle.” Stan's voice was firm. Kyle looked at him feeling pure fear pulsing through his body. “I understand if you need to cry but no self destruction.” Stan slowly let go of Kyles arms.

     Kyle hugged himself and cried loudly, letting out sobs. He gripped his arms tightly. He cried and cried. The words the man spoke repeating in his mind like a broken record player.

      Stan had already started the car and was rushing to get home. Kyle tried to speak, his words coming out as choked sobs. “I-i sowwie! I-” Kyle hiccuped and heaved through his words.

     “ I di-idn m- ean to b-be bad! I sow-wie Papa!” Stan watched as his little shook. “I know baby, it’s okay, you weren't bad, I promise.”

      Kyle just sobbed more. You think that’s the truth!? He’s just annoyed with you because you’re crying so loud! He doesn't actually care about you!Stop iittt. Kyle desperately wanted the voice to stop. God you’re such a burden look how fed up he’s getting with you! SHUT UP!!

     Kyle panicked and looked down to see his arm before he put two and two together and chomped down on his arm without thinking.

      He sank his teeth into his arm when he felt a grab from Milo who ripped his arm out of his mouth. “Kyle! Stop!”

      Look at how annoyed he’s getting! It won’t be long before he ditches you! No one wants you! You disgusting freak!! Kyle let out another choked sob as he ripped his arm away and pressed his hands into his ears trying to at least get the voice to quiet down not remembering it was him thinking these things.

     What did you expect?! For him to love you unconditionally? Yeah sure, just like your parents? Fucking tranny! You’re a discusting faggot and a pussy! No one could love something as vile as you!

     Kyle was starting to panic and started to feel like a caged animal. You’re going to die alone, hopefully at your own hands. At that Kyle sobbed once more, feeling his nails dig into his scalp.

      “STOP IT!!!” He yelled out loud breathing heavily and sobbing more. “Please stop!” Kyles nails were digging into his scalp and his eyes were closed tight, his world was spinning.

      Kyle suddenly heard the sound of a car door opening beside him and he felt arms envelope him into a tight hold as Stan dragged him out of the car and sat on the ground with him. “Shhh, It’s okay.” Stan spoke smoothly.

       Stan knew Kyle had a rough day and had already had an anxiety attack earlier today. He should’ve expected Kyles brain to freak out at the man's words. Especially when Kyle was little.

     Stan felt a mixture of shock and guilt that Kyle went through that when he was little. “Nothing it says is true. Im here."

     Stan slipped a hand under the green hat and pet Kyles curly hair gently until the sobbing ceased into quiet sniffles.

      Kyle was now hugging Stan instead of being curled in on himself in Stans lap and the thoughts had dissipated. “...I sowwy daddy…” He let out softly.

     Stan rubbed Kyles back “There's no need for you to be sorry. You were a very brave boy today, and I'm so proud of you.”

      Kyle leaned back to get a better look at his Papa. “W-weally?” Stan smiled and used his thumb to caress Kyles face, wiping a few excess tears away. “Of course my prince. That man was so mean to you, just remember that nothing he said is true. You are amazing and handsome.” Stan tickled Kyle and Kyle giggled.

     “Now.” Stan stated. “Why don’t we get out of my driveway and get everything inside so we can start you a bath?”

       Stan stood up and wiped his jeans off and helped Kyle get up. “Will my strong handsome boy help papa with the bags?” Kyle shook his head. “Otay Papa!”

      Stan gave Kyle two bags along with Kyles bag from home and proceeded to carry the rest.

     They walked in and Stan's dad noticed the two carrying the bags as well as Kyles messy tear stained face.

      “Hiya!” Kyle chirped. “Hello?” He looked at Stan confused as he pointed at Kyle. Stan sighed. “I’ll explain later, come on Kyky  lets take this down stairs.” Mtay!” Kyle followed behind Stan.

       They put the stuff in Stan's room but Stan took out the bath set that held A loofa,  a wash cloth, 5 bath toys, soap set, and bubbles.

        He also took out a dark blue and yellow star pattern onise as well as yellow and blue striped fuzzy thigh high socks.

      He handed the PJs to Kyle as he proceeded to put everything that needed to be washed into a bag. “Come on my prince.”

     Stan walked back up the stairs, Kyle following close behind. Placing the bag down, Stan opened the bathroom door and started the water for Kyles bath, adding some bubbles in it as well.

       He took the PJs out of Kyles hand and placed them on the sink. “I’ll help you with the socks just put the onesie on when you get out.” Stan instructed as he got out two towels, one for the floor and one for Kyle.

      “Otay!” Kyle grinned. Stan's heart melted as he turned to Kyle in a baggy T-shirt and boxer briefs. “I’ll take your hoodie and hat.”

       Kyle picked the two items off the ground and handed them to Stan. “Thank you. I’ll be right in the kitchen if you need me.” Kyle gave a toothy grin. “Otay Papa! Tankies!” Stan nodded and shut the door with a sigh.

     Stan grabbed the bag and headed towards the kitchen. “It happened at Littleverse.” Stan explained. “As well as Kyle going into Littlespace?” His dad said slyly. “That too.” Stan started filling the sink with hot water.   “And the tear stains?” Stan's dad asked, confused.

     Stan sighed and went over what happened as he soaked the sippies, pacis, and chew necklaces in hot water. Stan's dad stared in shock. “I’m glad everything turned out okay and that the both of you are alright but next time, be careful.” Stan's father said with worry, lacing his voice. “I know.”

    The rest of the night was spent curled up watching Paw Patrol untill the sleepy little and caregiver fell asleep.