I woke up being poked in the face repeatedly by Toolshed.

"Stan... what?" I said, sleepily. "We're not playing superheroes right now," I said resolutely and tried to pull to pillow over my head. Toolshed, however, grabbed the pillow and threw it across the room.

"'Play' superheroes?!" said, Toolshed incredulously. "Kite, we are superheroes! Now tell me why the fuck I've been sucked into a portal that led me to your room Kite! I told you, I'm never re-joining Coon and Friends! Whatever sick game you're playing, stop!" said Toolshed, dragging me out of bed and shoving me harshly against the wall.

"S-Stan, w-what?" I said groggily, but feeling my face heat up slightly. Toolshed only pushed me harder against the wall. I tried to push him away. "S-Stan, it's 5 o'clock in the morning, on a Saturday! Let me sleep, or so help me, Moses, I will kill you!" I demanded, feeling a little more awake, and flustered. "Besides, you're not making any sense. Coon and Friends joined Freedom Pals, remember? We're one team now. We're not enemies," I said weakly, my body still wishing for sleep.

"Kite, did you hit your head? We're sworn enemies. There's no way Coon and Friends would ever join Freedom Pals," said Toolshed, although he sounded a little depressed by this fact. He stared at me, completely confuddled.

As if my morning couldn't get any worse, at that moment, a blue portal appeared by my door, and Stan, dressed up as a warrior, like he had been during the stick of truth game, tumbled out of it.

Toolshed gripped me even tighter. "And who the fuck are you!" he asked his doppelgänger.

The other Stan didn't miss a beat. He drew his sword, a genuine, actual metal sword, not the wooden one he's meant to have, and held it against Toolshed's throat. "Let go of my Lord right now!" he said dangerously. Toolshed dropped me, and resolutely shielded me from the newcomer. He drew two nail guns, and held them menacingly at the other Stan.

I shoved Toolshed away, and jumped between the two of them. "Both of you, put your weapons down now!" I commanded. The two Stans obediently did as I asked.

I groaned, by this point, I wanted to go back to sleep, because my dreams had made more sense than this.

"My Lord, what are you wearing? And what is this strange room? And who is this strange man? Why does he look like me?" he asked, kneeling in front of me, head down, staring at the floor. I blushed, a little weirded out by the attention. Toolshed looked warily at his copy.

"Stan, it's okay, we're not playing stick of truth, or superheroes right now," I added to Toolshed. "You can both stop pretending," I said, more uncertainly this time, because my mind couldn't easily explain away why there were two Stans in my room.

"Playing, my Lord?" asked Stan sounding perplexed, looking up at me.

"Yes, playing," I repeated, getting frustrated. "You know, dress up? The two of you go home and get changed into your normal clothes. Then we'll figure out why there's two of you. Although, I imagine this is just some prank."

"Normal clothes?" asked Warrior Stan, sounding confused. "My Lord, I always wear this."

"Do you mean my civilian clothes Kite?" asked Toolshed. I was starting to get a little worried now.

Warrior Stan walked over to my lamp and started stroking it with a confused expression plastered on his face. He then pressed the button which turned it on, and screamed when the light switched on. "What is this witchcraft?!"

"Stan? It's a lamp," I replied, getting very worried now.

"A, lamp..." he trailed off, the word sounding foreign on his tongue. Warrior Stan then proceeded to poke the lamp curiously. In general, the guy looked confused by my whole room.

"Okay, can one of you two please tell me what the fuck is going on? Is this some kind of joke? Did Cartman put you guys up to this?" Warrior Stan immediately leapt to my side. He had his sword drawn again. Toolshed, who stood a couple feet away from the two of us, was wielding a drill.

"The Coon!"

"The Grand Wizard!"

"Where is he!?" The two of them yelled in synchronisation

"Okay, Okay. Which one of you is actually Stan?!" I demanded.

"Me!" they both said in unison, and then proceeded to glare at the other.

"Right..." I trailed off.

Toolshed growled and grabbed me. "Come on Kite, we're going to go and find that portal. I don't trust that guy. We're staying away from him. But this doesn't mean we're friends again."

"You are not going anywhere with my Lord! We're going to find the portal and get back home to Larnion! Away from this weird place!" said Warrior Stan, grabbing my other side.

"I'm not going anywhere with either of you! This is my house!"

"What?" they both said, neither of them loosening their grip on me.

"Look, I don't think I know who either of the two of you are! Unless this is some stupid joke, which it probably is. I never came through a portal, this is my house!"

The Stans let go of me, and looked at me with renewed wariness.

"My Lord, are you feeling okay?" asked Warrior Stan.

"Kite, this has to be you! You answered to Kite earlier!" argued Toolshed.

"That's because I'm Kite and the High Jew Elf King!"

"What?" Frustrated, I opened my wardrobe and threw the two costumes at them. Kite's at Toolshed and The High Jew Elf King's at Warrior Stan.

"So, you are both The King and this 'Kite' you speak of? Have you been leading a double life? With double Stans?" asked Warrior Stan, sounding hurt.

"No, I'm neither. I'm Kyle!" I yelled at them.

Thankfully, my phone started ringing. I could have cried with happiness when I read the caller ID. It was Stan, my Stan.

"Kyle?" asked Stan, sounding worried.

"Yeah Stan?"

"Oh, thank God!" he said, sounding relieved.

"Stan, are there by any chance another two Kyles in your house?" Stan put the phone on speaker mode.

"What have you done with my trusted!" I heard myself yell.

"I don't know what you're on about weird elf me! Where's Toolshed!" Stan put the phone off speaker mode.

"Yeah, they're trying to kill each other," he said flatly.

"Goddamnit," I replied, although I'd suspected as much.

"Have you got two Stans?" asked Stan.

"Yep, they're relatively peaceful in comparison." I could hear Stan holding back a laugh.

"I'll be over in a second," I said, and hung up. "Guys, I found the other Kyles," I informed the other Stans.

"Other Kyles?" asked Toolshed, sounding confused. Warrior Stan looked like he was holding back tears.

I sighed and dragged the two of them to Stan's house. Luckily, Stan's parents were out for the weekend, so no one would question the weird scene.

I knocked on the door, Stan answered it with a large grin. I hugged him tightly, so relieved for the vague sense of normalcy he represented. The other Stans behind me looked suspiciously at Stan.

The four of us walked into the house, and then out into the garden. Stan explained that he'd brought the Kyles out here, so they wouldn't destroy his bedroom.

Kite was blasting full blown lasers straight at the Elf King, who was holding them back with fire magic. I was seriously weirded out, but Stan didn't seem phased. Warrior Stan immediately ran over to the High Jew Elf to assist him. When the elf spotted him, he immediately stopped what he was doing to hug his Stan tightly against him.

Kite flew over to greet Toolshed. "Is this your fault?" accused Kite, venom evident in his words.

Toolshed didn't respond, he was too busy staring dumbfoundedly at the Stick of Truth couple, who were currently kissing. I felt my face heat up, and I awkwardly took a step away from Stan.

Eventually, the elf broke away from his human, to look over at other doppelgangers. "Are the four of you okay?" asked the elf. "You all look kind of pale."

"Are the two of you a couple?!" asked Kite, completely mind blown.

"Are the rest of you not couples?!" replied the Elf King, sounding equally as surprised.

"Are you two a couple?" Toolshed asked Stan and me. The two of us shook our heads resolutely.

"Stan likes Wendy," I replied awkwardly.

Kite looked relieved by my answer. "Yeah, Toolshed's with Call Girl where we come from. Although, they are on a break right now."

Warrior Stan was glaring at his copies. "The two of you haven't told your Kyles yet?" he said, sounding unimpressed. Toolshed was motioning violently for Warrior Stan to shut up, while Stan hissed at him,

"Dude, shut, up!"

"No! No one is hurting any Kyle any longer!" declared Warrior Stan. "Wendy and Stan have a deal where they pretend to on and off date, so that Bebe doesn't find out Wendy's in love with her, and Kyle doesn't find out I'm in love with him."

"Stan, was that a good idea?" asked Elf Kyle, nervously. "What if that's not correct?"

"I refuse to believe there's an alternative universe where I'm not in love with you. That would be retarded," decided Warrior Stan. As much as I wanted to believe him, I highly doubted that was the case.

"Well, I'm afraid you're wrong. Toolshed and I are sworn enemies," stated Kite, bitterly. His thought process backs up my thinking.

"The two of you are enemies?!" said Elven Kyle, sounding appalled.

"He left me for Freedom Pals," stated Kite.

"You stayed with Cartman instead of following me!" defended Toolshed.

"You left Kyle?!" yelled Warrior Stan.

"You didn't immediately follow Stan but instead stayed with Cartman?!" screeched Elf Kyle, sounding aghast.

It didn't seem like our doppelgangers were going to stop arguing any time soon, so I turned to Stan, and pulled on his sleeve. He looked over at me.

"Stan, you do like Wendy, right?"

For a while, Stan didn't answer. He just stared at me with slightly pink cheeks. "Um... no... Warrior Stan, Warrior Stan is right... I... I like you."

"But you felt the need to put up an elaborate façade to stop me finding out?"

"I... well... I didn't think you'd ever like me back Kyle. I mean, you're so smart and handsome... I can't, I can't live up to you! You'd never be interested in me!"

"Then why am I best friends with you?" Stan didn't appear to have a response to that comment. "Stan, you're the amazing one, you see through all the bullshit, you're kind and caring, and you keep me on the right path. How could I not love you?"

Stan tentatively grabbed my hand. Our doppelgangers attention had been drawn back to us. Warrior Stan and Elf Kyle were smiling at us. Toolshed and Kite, on the other hand, were red and taking awkward steps away from each other

No one really seemed to know what to say, and since an awesome idea had just occurred to me, I voiced it with the others. "Seeing as we don't know how to get you guys home yet, I have an awesome idea that I think you are all going to love!" I whispered my idea quickly to Stan, who grinned, and then I dragged the Kyles to my house.

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I knocked on the door to the Cartman household. Cartman eventually, reluctantly opened it.

"What do you want Jew-" Cartman froze where he stood. Staring in complete and utter shock at me and my two doppelgangers, I'd dressed them up in my clothes, so we all looked identical. "Th-Three K-Kahls?! No, life is not worth living anymore!" Cartman then promptly fainted.

I watched with glee as Cartman slowly came to. Stan was standing in front of him. "Oh, Stan, thank God, I had the most awful dream, there were three Kahls, and... I guess you'd like it there were three Kahls, God, you're such a fag-" At this point, the other two Stans stepped out from behind Stan.

"Yeah, I guess we would," said Toolshed, although he was currently dressed like regular Stan.

"Three hippies!" I and the other two Kyles walked into Cartman's viewpoint. "THREE HIPPIES AND THREE JEWS!? NOOOOOOOOO!" yelled Cartman as he ran out his house, into his garden, then smashed through the fence and just kept on running. All six of us collapsed into laughter. And quickly rearranged into our pairs. I'm not entirely sure how we knew who was who, we just did.

"That was awesome!" said Toolshed, Kite nodded along beside him.

"It was, fun working with you again Shed," said Kite softly. Toolshed looked like Kyle's words had hit him hard. I looked sadly over at Stan, remembering when this was the two of us. It hadn't been the most fun of times.

"Stan, why did you leave to be with Freedom Pals?" I asked my Stan.

"Because we weren't being given fair representation in Coon and Friends," he answered, as usual, but he wouldn't meet my eyes as he spoke.

"Was that all it was though?"

"I... I don't know. Playing the stick of truth was really fun and all, and I liked being your warrior and ranger. But... maybe I liked it a little too much? I, I don't know, sometimes I feel like I spend my whole life following you around, and, while that's what I want to do, it's also kind of a weird thing to do. The other guys think I'm weird for doing it, and, I don't know, I wanted to prove to myself, and the others, that I don't need you. But, I mean, I do, and, it's not like I don't want to need to. Dude, I don't know! Why didn't you follow me?!" he finished, sounding stressed at this point.

"I guess, first of all, I was happy with my lot at Coon and Friends. I mean, The Coon had favoured me for whatever reason, but, I don't know dude. It's kind of like you said. The other guys think our relationship is weird, and I'm pretty stubborn, so I wanted to prove that I can go on my own path. But my own path was kind of shitty, and I wanted to you back, but I was too proud to move, and, it's like you said, it's weird that I need you so much. I wanted to stop that. But the universe seemed to be against that idea. Like that time you said you'd find new friends. You tried dude, but you eventually gravitated back towards me!"

Before I could ramble incoherently any further, Elf Kyle interrupted, "What's so bad about needing Stan?"

I was red and silent for a minute before answering. "I guess, admitting I needed him, was admitting I loved him, and I wasn't ready to do that at the time." All six of us were silent. Until Kite broke, and started hugging Toolshed tightly. Toolshed looked pretty shocked, but happily hugged him back.

"Kite, I need you," said Toolshed quietly.

"I need you too Shed," Kite whispered back

His words seemed to trigger another blue portal opening, and out came yet another Stan and Kyle, but this time, with beards.

"Evil Stan and Kyle?!" I said.

"How do you know they're evil? And why do they have beards?" asked Kite.

"We're here to bring these troublemakers home," said evil Stan.

"This is your fault, isn't it?" said my Stan.

Evil Kyle grinned. "You bet it was kid,"

"Goddamnit, I should have known," I sighed, remembering the blue portals from back when we were in third grade.

"Will you send them back? Please?" asked Stan.

"That's why we're here, idiot, we've achieved our goal."

"Your goal?" I questioned.

"We made a bet with evil Toolshed and evil Kite and evil Warrior Stan and evil the High Jew Elf King."

"Oh Goddamnit! Just how many versions of us are there!"

"Too many," replied my evil self.

"Are they all couples?" asked Stan, curiously.

"Yeah, except, it all happened kind of the opposite way it did here. As in, Evil Toolshed and Kite got together first, then Evil me and Stan, then Evil Warrior Stan and the High Jew Elf King."

"And Evil Kyle was faking dating Bebe," added Evil Stan.

"What?" I said, very weirded out.

"Dude, this is hurting my brain," said Stan.

His Evil doppelganger grinned, "Well, making you suffer was part of our objective. Now, time to go back to our universes guys!"

All of the Stans and Kyles waved at us as they were blasted away back to where they came from.

"Man, it's back to just you and me," said Stan.

"Yeah, but I think I like it best that way."

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Hey guys~ #WhenYouAndYourFriendAreSoBadAtGettingTogetherYouNeedHelpFromAnAlternateDimension

That hashtag was too long. Thanks for reading this chapter. Hopefully, you weren't too confused; I was very confused while writing it. And, if you thought that wasn't enough versions of Style, I thought of more, like all of the versions in this story, but female, and Kylie B and Raven, and Smiley Town Stan and Kyle, and all the phone destroyer characters. So yes, it could have been worse.

This chapter was largely inspired by the artwork of 'foxydodo' on Tumblr, and their artwork is amazing! So go check that out if you're craving some fanart. The picture at the top is theirs.

Anyways, thanks again for reading, gimme a request if you have one (I will take a while writing it, exams are trying to kill me, but it will be here eventually! Sorry, updates are so slow atm), vote if you enjoyed, and have an awesome day~