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South Park High School Jokester

This chapter is much longer because I published it as smaller chapters but figured I’d compile them together since they took place on the same day.

                                                       Chapter ~ 3

               You were quietly staring at the roof of your bedroom, taking notice of the disgusting popcorn covering it that you would have to deal with later. Popcorn ceiling was disgusting; popcorn belonged only as food in your stomach, not a decorative style on your roof. The day before, Kyle, Stan and the other two had convinced you to be part of a plan that involved getting them invited into this party that goes down tonight. However, as a deal with Token, you promised to run errands and help him set up for the party for letting the four come back in. You groaned, casting your arm over your eyes to shield them from the sun coming in through your window before shifting your arm up to check the time on your phone. He said to be there at either two or three, so being over that two-thirty would be the perfect in-between. Sitting up and tossing your legs over the bed, you hit a couple of boxes that were still filled with crap you refused to unpack because you could not care less. Standing up, you looked over at your dresser mirror and stared at yourself.

               You were wearing a sweatshirt and some PJs with your favorite cartoon characters on them. However, under your sweatshirt, there was nothing. On the inside, it was soft and fluffy because of the cotton covering and it was comforting. Deciding that, what’s the worst that could happen, you only changed out of your parents, changing undergarments and then sliding on a pair of jeans before sliding on some sneakers before making sure you had on your favorite warm socks on. Grabbing your phone and yanking it free of its charger, you opened your door to head out before stopping in front of the hallway mirror and adjusting your hair. On your way down the stairs, your mother looked up at you and smiled.

               “Have a good day sweetheart, when you go out tonight do nothing I wouldn’t, okay?” You gave a small laugh before tucking your phone into your back pocket and turning to face her as you stood at the front door with it open.

               “I promise mom, I’m sure the more mature of my new gaggle of friends will watch out for me, but I gotta go out and illegally buy alcohol or something,” you called. You quickly shut the door and ran off before your mother could yell at you about breaking the law. You cackled to yourself as you quickly jogged down the road and then around the corner, checking over your shoulder to make sure she wasn’t there before sighing. You stuffed your hands into your sweatshirt pocket and tried to warm up your hands as you heard the crunching of the snow beneath your feet. Maybe you should have put a shirt on underneath and an extra coat on top. Deciding you didn’t need a verbal lashing from your mother, you suffered through the cold as you walked and tried remembering the path to Tokens house. Luckily, a knight in shining armor rode in on his steed beside you. If your knight in shining armor was Wendy and her steed was a shiny white Sedan.

               “Not that I don’t trust you, but you haven’t exactly been here a week, I would rather drive you to where you’re going than you get lost and frostbitten. Hop in,” she nodded her head to the back of her car. You could cry in happiness as you opened the back door and climbed in, Heidi from the day before was sitting in the shotgun seat and a red-haired girl was sitting in the seat directly next to you. After climbing in and buckling up, you turned to the red-haired girl and smiled.

               “Name’s (y/n), nice to meet you,” you dragged on waiting for an answer.

               “Red,” she smiled.

               “How, simple and convenient,” you laughed.

               “So, (y/n) where were you heading so I can drop you off,” Wendy asked.

               “Oh, over to that guy Tokens place. I managed a deal with him, I’m gonna help him set up tonight’s party in exchange for him letting them in. I also promised to pay for anything they break which I very much regret and hope that if they break anything it’s cheap but. Damn, that fucking rich kid, there probably isn’t anything cheap in that house that WON’T cost me my life,” you sulked. Wendy and the other girls giggled and laughed as you spoke. You sighed softly, watching the houses fly by before humming.

               “School starts tomorrow, there’s a big majority of us going to have hangovers isn’t there? On the first day of school on our second semester; I can tell this last year and a half of high school will be absolutely fantastic,” you murmured sarcastically. That earned another round of laughter from the group in the car before things sat in comfortable silence.

               As Wendy pulled up to Tokens house, she slowed the car to a careful stop before telling you it was all right to get out. Unbuckling your seat belt and stepping out of the car, you made sure you had your phone in your pocket before shutting the door and waving her off as a thank you for the dropping you off. You turned back to the house and felt a cold gust fly by causing you to shiver. You really wish you had a shirt on now underneath this sweatshirt to help layer and warm your body. You rushed over to where the little speaker was and pushed the doorbell button, shivering and bouncing on one foot, then the other, continuing to move to help generate heat. Soon enough there was a small voice on the end of the speaker, unsure if it was Token.

               “Hello, who is it?”

               “It’s the pizza delivery man. Come on, it’s your slave for the day now hurry up and let me in I’m freezing,” you cried after pushing the little speak button.

               Suddenly there was more chatter on the speaker, multiple voices questioning and calling ‘you got us a sex slave’ causing you to worry and panic. You weren’t down to do anything dirty with anybody, not after some dinner dates and a meeting of parents. Soon enough there was laughter and multiple shouts of ‘no’s’ coming from the other side before someone else spoke up.

               “New kid who I made a deal with right?”

               “No, I’m the fucking Easter bunny slut coming to eat you unborn young. Yes, it’s me dip shit, I’M COLD LET ME IN PLEASE!” You yelled into the planted microphone. Soon enough a loud beep could be heard from the gates right beside you and you were quick to slip past and rush in before the gates could finish opening all the way. You ran up to the front door and kindly knocked on it, not wanting to intrude and barge in no matter how freezing your ass was.

               Before the boy who answered the door could move out of the way, you muttered a thank you and slipped into the warm comfort of heated air conditioning and sat down on the floor, shoving your hands under your butt and breathing a sigh of relief. A young black man laughed softly before walking up to you and holding his hand out.

               “I’m Token, thanks for deciding to come to help me and my gang out with party errands for the day,” he smiled. You looked him up and down, appreciating how good looking the guy was. Then again, most of the guys you’d run into were good looking for almost adults. You reached one hand from under your butt and grabbed his as he helped you up from your spot on the floor.

               “Well, it’s not like I got a choice, I made a deal with the devil and had to give up my instrument,” you shrugged.

               “Well, the first guy who answered, who had no RIGHT,” Token yelled as he turned to the kitchen, “is a guy named Clyde. Let me introduce you to the rest of my group is significantly better than the fat ass and the rest.”

               Token walked you over and into the kitchen where a group of boys was. You hummed, feeling a little nervous and the sudden heat of the house getting to you. If only you could have that shirt now. You did your best to shrug it off for the time being.

               “Brunette is Clyde; he’s a ladies’ man, but, kind of a classier Kenny in a way? The one who first answered and asked if you were a sex slave.”

               “How was I supposed to know they were a legit slave about to help us with our work,” Clyde hummed.

               “Anyway, Blue hat over there is Craig; Blondie next to him is Tweek. Tweek also works at his family’s coffee shop so you’ll probably run into him there.”

               The boy in blue simple gave you the bird which didn’t really bother you. You quietly watched him, waiting to put his hand down. When he didn’t, you formed an ‘o’ shape with your thumb and pointer and placing it on top of his finger, the cliché sexual innuendo. Craig couldn’t help but forced himself to hide a chuckle while slapping your hand away from his. The blonde beside him twitched and yelled, causing you to grow concerned for his health.

               “The other brunette is our good friend Jimmy,” Token pointed to the man in crutches. You took in a deep breath before speaking to Jimmy.

               “Sorry if I’m being a dick my guy, but what do you prefer to be called and do you mind the word retarded?” You looked at him worried. Jimmy looked at you surprised by your question before managing a smile.

               “I p-p-prefer h-handicapped. I also don’t m-m-m-mind the use of t-the word r-retarded,” he said. You sighed in relief and gave a quick wipe of your brow, overheating in the house.

               “Awesome, I wanted to make sure you weren’t a pussy. Now with that out of the way, my name is (y/n) and it’s nice to meet all you guys. Long story short, I made a deal and I’m now your slave for setting up the party. No sexual favors included,” you pointed to Clyde who just looked embarrassed as you teased him. Token quickly forced everyone out of the kitchen and into the living room and everyone sat on the couch, Tweek and Craig sat on one side, Craig’s arm around Tweeks shoulder, with Clyde on the end, leaving Jimmy to stand which he seemed to prefer and you to sit on the arm beside Clyde.

               “All right, first, I’m not a drug person. I try, EVERY TIME to keep drugs out of my house cause the last thing I need is to be of a minority with drugs in a predominately white neighborhood. So, I will leave that up to you (y/n) to make sure Stan and his group don’t bring in any drugs! That also includes the girls; they’re very pleased and easy to hang out with you. If they invite you to dress up with them, do it,” Token pointed at you.

               “Got it sir,” you saluted.

               “First thing we will go get is alcohol, now, if Clyde’s fake ID fails, we’re fucked. Music, I’ve already got covered. Decorations, minimal, I’ll leave the decorating part up to you (y/n) when we get back because you appear like the artsy kind.”

               “I feel like it should offend me but thank you, anyway.”

               “All right, if anything gets broken report it. If you see the culprit, let me know. I will not make you pay for any damages we cannot for certain pin on Stan’s group.”

               “Oh, thank god.”

               “I’m not a monster, come on now,” Token laughed, “With that said, let’s go get the alcohol first, and then to the supermarket to get snacks and normal drinks for mixers, and then small colorful decorations, cause, not going to lie, my parents make this place look boring as hell.”

               “I’ve been saying that for years,” Clyde groaned.

               Token reached for his car keys before shrugging on his jacket, all the other boys doing the same. You took a quick glance at yourself in the mirror to find your hair slightly messed up from having to run from the house after telling your mother about your illegal activities. You huffed in annoyance; couldn’t the girls have told you to fix this? Quickly adjusting your hair one more time, you then turned and happily followed everyone out of the big house, Token locking the door behind you before climbing into the driver’s seat of the car.

               “GUN,” you suddenly shrieked. You bolted over for the shotgun door only for Jimmy to have beaten you to it. All the others had dropped to the floor or were hiding in some makeshift bushes.

               “N-n-not going to pull a f-f-f-fast one on me,” he chuckled. You groaned, climbing into the back seat of Tokens expensive looking station wagon. There was no way this thing didn’t cost a fortune. The rest of the boys, annoyed by your antics, followed suit of getting into the car. You buckled up quietly and shifted into awkward quiet mode. Car rides always seemed more enjoyable when you kept quiet or did your own thing. Sometimes, just having a conversation took so much energy out of you. As the gentle hum of the car put you to sleep, you were unaware of the number of people staring down at your curled up figure against the door.

               “(Y/n) wake up, we’re here,” you were slowly jostled awake by Clyde who had opened your door to crouch down and wake you up. The nap probably wasn’t over five minutes, but it was a nice five-minute nap. You looked down at Clyde tiredly, barely registering his features, he gave a coy smile.

               “Don’t go falling for me already (y/n) we just met,” he teased. You gave an ugly laugh, shoving him away as you rubbed your eyes and sat up before unbuckling your belt.

               “Now we wait to see if Clyde gets his ass handed to him when he tries to go in there,” Token said. Clyde smirked, giving a toss of some long hair that was nonexistent before pulling out his fake ID and claiming ‘watch this’ before making his way up to the store.

               You hummed, quietly looking around before seeing a group of teens at the back corner of the alcohol store. Too curious for your own good, you gave a small hum and suddenly slipped out of the car, the leftover boys questioning where you were going while you waved your hand in ignorance. As you walked up to what you soon learned was a group of four, you could smell the stench of tobacco burn your lungs.

               “Oh Jesus fuck,” you coughed, waving your hand around trying to breathe fresh air.

               “Oh look, it’s a conformist,” one of them muttered. You continued to cough and gag as you moved around the smoke to breathe and look at them at the same time.

               “Oh wow, a group of Goth’s,” you muttered. One boy looked up at you confused with a cock of his brow in confusion.

               “You can tell we’re Goth’s? Most conformists call us emo’s,” one scowled.

               “I mean, I had an emo friend at my old school, and to be honest, I like the Goth’s a lot more than the emo’s,” you smiled.

               “That’s cool, right,” the youngest one of the group asked.

               “Listen conformist,” the oldest one spoke up, standing on his feet and grabbing his cane, “why don’t you leave us alone and go back to listening to your Justin Timberlake and Taylor Swift?”

               “Well first off, don’t like either of those two, I would rather swallow razor blades,” You hummed.

               “Deep.”

               “Second off, I’m here waiting for a friend of mine to see if he scored, or he got us fucked for tonight.” Right after that, the sound of the liquor store bell went off with the owner yelling at Clyde and his fake ID.

               “That would be him getting us fucked,” you sighed. Suddenly a bright idea formed in your head and you turned to the tall Goth with a hum.

               “My name is (y/n) the new kid, in my junior year as we speak.”

               “I’m Michael a senior this year, the girl is Henrietta, youngest is Firkle, and then red splotch is Pete,” he pointed at each one.

               “Cool, listen, as much of a conformist bitch as I am, I’ll do you one a solid. You want me to leave you alone, and my friends and I need alcohol for tonight’s party or else the shit will be lame. Care to buy us some? I mean, I know you’re a senior, probably 19 at the oldest, but you look older, I’ll even pay for the alcohol, I just need you to go in there and do the transaction for me.” Michael gave a sigh, pulling the cigarette from his lips looking annoyed before giving in.

               “Fine, but only because free alcohol at that party with a bunch of minors is, pretty un-conformist,” he muttered.

               “Awesome, gimme one sec to get the money.” You easily walked over to the car where Clyde was crying like a baby for his ID having been found out. You walked up to Clyde and patted his back sympathetically before suddenly holding out your hand.

               “Fork over the cash,” you demanded. Clyde sniffled before glaring slightly.

               “Is this some kind of stick up without the gun? Because I don’t appreciate this,” he muttered. You rolled your eyes in annoyance.

               “Yes, I’m robbing you with no weapon, no you dip shit. I’ve convinced some Senior named Michael to buy us the alcohol, gimme the cash so he can pay for it and bring it back to us shit wad,” you snapped. Token and Jimmy shared a high five in the car as Clyde reluctantly handed the money over to you. You got a list of all the alcohol Token wanted specifically before heading back over to Michael, repeating the list and holding out the money.

               Token moved his car carefully around the back of the place so he could hand it over without either of them getting into too much trouble. It felt too much like a weird crack deal, so after all conversation was finished; you hid in the back of the car, finding comfort beside Tweek and Craig. Tweek kept twitching beside you and yelping in nervousness.

               “W-We’re going to get found out—GAH!” His sudden yell caused you to jump in your seat and slam your head into the top of the roof. Craig didn’t seem to care as he focused in on Tweek.

               “Honey, it’ll be all right. The owner will get in trouble once it’s found out he didn’t ID that Goth kid,” Craig said. After Michael came back and dropped the bags of liquor off into Clyde’s lap, you nodded to Michael as a silent thank you before Token drove off. The boys cheered as the alcohol for the party was secured. You couldn’t help but laugh.

                After that, it was a visit to the grocery store. The boys had a little battle about what snacks to get. Well, Craig and Clyde fought about what snacks to get while Jimmy, Token, and Tweek was more civil about discussing what to get with what money they had left over. You were on party decorations. With an annoyed sigh, you looked through items and questioned what kind of decorations would be needed. That was when you thought outside of the box. You kept in mind decorations for like kids' parties, streamers, balloons, tacky signs. You ran off to the little party electronics section and smiled, deciding to buy a medium-sized disco ball that spun while hung to the ceiling that would flash different colors depending on what settings you set it on and then three different strobe lights. As the group re-gathered and then checked out, the cashier made some witty remark about a party happening and you couldn’t help but look him straight in the eye.

               “Sir, do you think this is a game? I’m buying these devices for a murder scene! We’re replicating a homicidal case if you don’t FUCKING mind,” you scoffed. You and the boys shared a little cackle together before grabbing bags and making your way back out to the car and putting things in what we could consider the trunk. As everyone clambered into the car, you buckled back up and headed back to tokens house, setting up and shove beers and shot glasses in the freezer and fridge to become cold and leaving the mixers out on the counter with multiple flavored sodas. You got the boys to help with hooking up the ball to the roof and then deciding the correct areas to put in the strobes.

               Once everything was said and done, you tossed yourself on the couch, sweat pouring down your back. Man was this sweatshirt a pain in the ass, and with no shirt, you couldn’t even take it off. You stood from your spot only for your feet to sting with pain, man were you tired from standing around and being on your feet. What a first world problem. As you wiped the sweat away from your forehead and neck, you looked toward Token and hummed.

               “Anything else you need me to do your highness or am I free to go home, shower and tell everyone not to be popping pills unless it’s birth control and prescribed medication?” You smiled, earning a grin from Token who patted your shoulder.

               “You’re free to go, thanks for helping today, it was good getting to meet and hang out with the new kid. See you later at the party (y/n) I’ll get your number when we meet back up at school because god knows a majority of us will be too drunk to even remember how to unlock our phones.” You laughed softly, waving to everyone as you let yourself out and felt relief when the cold air hit your skin. Jogging your way home, you couldn’t help but wonder who would be a pain in the ass to deal with tonight.

       Standing under the hot running water, you listened quietly to the soft music playing form your eye on the bathroom counter. Allowing the water to run across your skin, you looked up at the ceiling and relished in the comforting noise of running water, gentle music, and your thoughts. You ran your fingers through your hair slowly, pulling out loose strands of dead hair and humming along to the song. You really hoped that tonight’s party wouldn’t be too bad and that you wouldn’t do anything stupid. A single drink would be okay, as long as no one tried to date rape you, hang out with some more kids you hadn’t met you, and then you would make your way home. If you were lucky a group would come to pick you up and willing to take you home too. As you reached for the shampoo and began scrubbing it delicately into your hair, you managed to feel the house shake with the shut of your front door. You paused, mom said she was going to go to the store but she said she wasn’t going to leave till after you left. With a shrug of your shoulders, you leaned your head back and allowed the running shower head to rinse your hair clean of soap before turning the water off and grabbing your towel from the top of your toilet.

       “(Y/n) you have a visitor,” your mom called. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you carefully slipped your hair over your head so all of it was pushed to the back of your head before wrapping your towel around your body.

       “Mom, I told you I was showering,” you answered. You unlocked the bathroom door and opened it, catching a glimpse of your mom and Butters right beside her. You quickly shut the door leaving only a crack so you could see your mother and the blonde behind her, who was about as red as fire from embarrassment, his arms over his eyes.

       “JESUS CHRIST MOM, WHAT THE HELL!? I SAID I WAS SHOWERING DO YOU HAVE A BRICK FOR A BRAIN?!” Your mother laughed nervously and quickly ushered Butters down stairs, not quite enjoying the idea of someone seeing her child nude without a form of consent.

       “I thought you’d be dressed when you’d answer the door,” she hissed. You rolled your eyes before shutting and locking the door. Grabbing your towel in both hands, you hunched over forward and carefully before drying your hair, running it through your wet locks before tying it up in a towel tower atop your head before dressing in some casual wear. Some simple, boring underwear since you had no plan on getting into anyone’s pants tonight, a pair of comfortable black shorts, and a white t-shirt with the word “eGirl” across it in galaxy colors with a purple right under it surrounded by lightning bolt symbols. You pulled on a worn out grey hoodie to keep yourself warm from the cold air waiting to assault you out of the warm an steamy bathroom. You unlocked the door once more and stepped out, dirty clothes in arms to be thrown in the hamper in your bedroom.

       You gave a look to your mom, clearly asking her what she needed from you and why was Butters in your house.

       “He came over asking to talk to you, you always tell me not to pry into your life sweetheart,” she shrugged. You gave a huge sighed, slipping into your room and tossing your clothes into the hamper before galloping down stairs and facing Butters who was still nervous about what had just happened.

       You waved him over, signaling him to follow you upstairs and into your room. The blonde fidgeting nervously with his knuckles, rubbing them together before glancing up at your face, making sure you were serious before he stood from his spot on the couch and followed you upstairs to your room, which you left open so your mom wasn’t concerned about funny business going on. You let out a sigh, tossing yourself on your bed before sitting up and looking at Butters who was clearly dressed for the party tonight. He was wearing a nice baby blue t-shirt underneath a large jersey jacket that had a number printed on it with the words “Go Cows!” printed on the arm. You could probably guess both the number and the cheer for your new school's team was in larger print on the back. You couldn’t help but notice the match baby blue vans with little bunnies at his heel and finding it a bit childish yet adorable.

       “So, what did you come over here for Butters?” He rocked back and forth on his feet nervously, continuing to play with his knuckles nervously and even pick at his nails.

       “O-Oh, well um. I came over to ask if you’d like to go to the party with me? I mean, I get it if you don’t want too. Stan and the others are a lot more popular and probably fun to hang out with, m-maybe even the girls are more fun to hang out with too, but I thought since we were neighbors I could drive you! Unless you aren’t interested,” he murmured. God, he was so damn cute, being all childlike and nervous. You stood from your bed and patted his shoulder.

       “Actually Butters, I would love to go with you. The only problem is, I need to contact the girls and everyone else about the no drug rule Token has instated upon everyone.” You opened up your closet and began rifling through your clothes, trying to pick out the best party outfit you could find.

       “Oh, well I actually have Stan number, and Stan should probably have Wendy’s number. If you can get it from him and then kind of domino effect to everyone’s numbers then I’m sure there wouldn’t be an issue,” Butters offered. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, quietly hunting through his contacts before finally landing on ‘S’ and handing it over to you.

       As you finished pulling out a decent party outfit, you tossed the clothes on the bed before taking Butters phone and punching in the numbers before hitting the bright green ‘call’ button and holding it too your ear before handing his phone back, looking out your bedroom to window to make sure no one was about to roll up to your house uninvited. The phone rang for a while before someone finally picked up, a slightly annoyed voice speaking up at the end of it.

       “Who the hell is this? Is Butters handing my number out to strangers who ask for it again?” You looked over at Butters with a questioning gaze, who tilted his head in a puppy-like manner in curiosity. You sighed, waving your hand at him as if to signal ‘never mind’.

       “Um, it’s (y/n) the one who got your ass into this party tonight,” you teased.

       “Oh awesome, glad to have you number finally,” Stan said.

       “Yeah, I was just calling to let you know Token has a no drug policy going on. No crack, no coke, no heroin, no speed, no angel dust, no shrooms, no nothing. He isn’t having any of it cus of something about this town being predominantly white and being one of the only minorities of this town,” you shrugged.

       “That’s only about half true, we have another black girl, and a Chinese man, I think. The Asian man I’m unsure of,” Stand said, “Anyway, got it you need a lift to the party, I and the guys can come to get you.”

       “Oh, no thanks Butters is taking me.

       “Oh come on, he’s so – lame! Let us pick you up and you can hang with us, we’re much more fun to party with!” You looked over at Butters, who already looked dejected thinking you were going to ditch him to ride with Stan.

       “You know what, fuck you. I’m riding with Butters; at least he didn’t make me a pawn in some dickhole scheme to get you into a party. I was so sweaty today at Tokens, suck my left cheek Stan, um,” you paused, “I’ll see you at the party. Oh, really quick give me Wendy’s number so I can give her the same speech about drugs.”

       You made Butters open up notes on his own phone and type in Wendy’s number that Stan rattled off about. You ended the call quick a quick swipe of the red button on your screen before calling Wendy. You repeated your list to her once she answered, even throwing in some made up drug lingo to emphasize your point about no drugs being allowed. She gave you a firm confirmation that she would even double check her girl's purses for any unwelcome drugs before they left the house and before they left for the party. Once the second phone call was over, you gave a comforting pat to Butters shoulder.

       “Well gee, thanks for sticking up for me, in a way (y/n),” Butters smiled. You couldn’t help but reflect the feeling before giving him a light shove.

       “No problem, but if you’ll excuse me, I need to get dressed, and I’m not about to have a repeat of the bathroom scenario.”

       With that being said, you left Butters whining in embarrassment, his face red as you shut the door and made sure to close your window blinds so no one could see you undress. As you slipped out of your casual attire and into something a bit classier and snazzy for the party, you looked into the mirror and fixed your hair just right. You were feeling yourself, what a self-confidence boost this hot damn outfit was. You posed a few times, getting a good look at yourself before sending yourself some finger guns and stepping out of the bedroom. You grabbed your phone, a portable charger, and some earbuds before stuffing them into your pocket and making your way down stairs.

       Your doting mother came by and gave you a kiss, telling you to be back at a decent time since school did pick back up tomorrow. You kissed her back on the cheek lovingly before hugging her and promising her you wouldn’t drink a lot and you wouldn’t do anything highly illegal while out. Butters, being the sweet gentleman he knew he could be, held his elbow out to you by the front door. A bit surprised by his kind gesture, you gave a smile, gently grasping and holding his elbow and then questioning yourself quietly. This was a dumb high school party, this wasn’t prom. However, that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy his kindness.

       You snatched a spare house key from the small bowl near the front door and were greeted with the unwelcoming embrace of winter air. You hugged Butters arm a bit tighter and cursed yourself for not thinking to grab a jacket. The blonde beside you gave a nervous smile, slipping his jersey off himself and onto you. You let out an inappropriate moan as you relished in the warmth of his jacket, causing Butters to rush over to his car and get it started and turning the heater on for you. As you walked over to his car, you slid into the shotgun seat and buckled up, smiling in happiness. As he turned around and was careful to back out of the street, you went back to your phone and carefully saved Stan and Wendy’s numbers for future reference. After Butters was pulled out safely, he faced back forward and began navigating to Tokens place, watching the street an all of his mirrors carefully.

       “Thank you for coming over and taking me,” you broke the silence.

       “Oh, it was no problem! I just thought I should hang out with you, ya know, without the guys and without you screaming and dancing weirdly with very loud music playing in the background,” Butters chuckled.

       “Again, sorry about that, I thought I should make a lasting impression on our first neighbors,” you laughed.

       “Oh trust me; you did (y/n).” You smiled, reverting to a comfortable silence in the car. You kept curled up in Butters football jersey for the extra warmth before sighing. This was a small town, you knew all too well about rumors and small towns. With a good struggle, you managed to take his jacket off without the need of unbuckling your seatbelt and tossed it in the back of his car.

       “Sorry, I’m not looking to start my first day of the second semester with rumors about me and you. Not that you aren’t a bad guy to date, but relationships are the last thing I can care about right now.”

       “Oh! No, no it’s okay I completely understand! Word around here catches fast like fire to a dry forest honestly.” Butters pulled up to the gate which actually had a cop standing there for the night instead of the simple buzz and speaker system.

       After you both were cleared to head into the yard, Butters carefully parked his car, allowing the heater to run for a few more seconds before you both got up quickly and hopped out of the car, running to the front door and knocking, hating the cursed cold air of December. You weren’t sure who exactly answered the door, though you didn’t really care. As you both walked in, the party was already bumping, plenty of teens drinking, playing alcoholic games, and a mosh pit forming in the living room where the music was blasting. You turned to talk to Butters, wanting to hang out with him for a bit, only to see him already gone from your side. Anxiety began to settle in your stomach, there were a lot of people here you still didn’t quite know and not a face you could recognize in the darkroom that occasionally flashed a dark blue or a vibrant purple. You looked around frantically, afraid of being singled out by some mean chicks or dudes wanting to hit you up like in the movies. Movies weren’t real though, right? That’s why they were just movies! You moved back toward the front door but kept to the left of it so you wouldn’t be hit while it opened. You sat there, hands behind your back and listening to the music as you tried to blend in with the wall, hoping no one would see you before feeling someone grab your arm and pull you to the side.

               You turned your head in surprise, eyes widened as someone you recognized found you in the choking size of this party. Taking notice of the purple hate and supposedly black locks, it was a little hard to tell with all the flashing colors you had so gracefully chosen and hoped that it was Wendy as your savior. You scanned their face, squinting and getting as close as possible to get a better look at their eye color and clothes before hearing them talk to you. Watching their lips move, and hearing their voice muffled by the sound of the bouncing beat, you nodded your head hoping you had just pulled the correct lottery ticket and your jackpot would be someone a little quieter. To you luck, you got just the right numbers, and they began gently guiding you through the ocean of people, maneuvering through them like a flea through a dog's fur. You followed them quickly, some people giving you odd glances and you couldn’t help you felt too classy for this party. As they pulled you up the stairs and to a slightly quieter area with a large bathroom and regular light, you could tell for a fact your savior had been Wendy. You gave a slight fist pump in the air for not only remembering her face but her name as well before being lightly shoved into the over-sized bathroom. There were a few other girls standing around, either reapplying makeup, texting on their phones, fixing one another’s hair, or other things girls did with one another in the bathroom that wasn’t rated R.

               “Oh, my god (y/n) what are you wearing?” The one with red hair gawked at you, and you couldn’t help but pause on her name before remembering, oh right, her name is Red. You looked down at your clothes and hummed.

               “I was never like, invited to the cool kid parties in my hometown. I went classy, cause I knew I didn’t want to go trashy,” you said.

               “It’s fine, I always bring back up party clothes for me and the girls, a mixture of both boys and girls clothes, because Stan also likes to get so drunk to the point he’s crying and throwing up in my car - WHICH I am not letting happen THIS YEAR!” Wendy yelled in frustration as she pulled out all the clothes, allowing you to choose an outfit. You smiled, grabbing one that fit your tastes and hummed, squeezing past some girls to step into the bathtub.

               “No peeking ladies or I’ll have you arrested,” you teased. The girls on the other side of the curtain giggled amongst them as you shut the curtain for privacy and changed clothes.

               As you stepped out of the shower now in changed clothes, you folding your things neatly and asked Wendy to kindly hold on to your clothes till you could get them back from her. She gave you a kind smile and tucked them away in her bag. You gave them a small salute before explaining you would venture back into the battlefield and see if you couldn’t make some new friends or run into familiar faces. The girls sent multiple attacks of blow-kisses and hugs before letting you leave, most of them unsure if they’d run into you again tonight before they or you went home. You smiled, giving them hugs back before venturing out of the bathroom and retracing your steps to the stairs.

               As you got there, you were greeted with the sight of Clyde making out with Bebe. Were they a thing? You weren’t sure, but go them, but dear god did people not know that privacy was a thing or, gasp, was this a turn on for one or both of them? You watched them both disgust and curiosity, kind of like those pimple popping videos. It’s so gross you want to turn away but so satisfying to watch at the same time. You stood there uncomfortably watching before catching sight of someone not too far in the background watching with a constipated look on his face. You squinted again, the figure only being illuminated with every flash of color. You snapped your fingers with a smile, finally realizing it was stan and hopped your way down the rest of the stairs. Nervously and softly, you placed your hand sparingly on people's backs while apologizing as you tried to move past them before joining up with Stan who was much more intent with glaring at the make-out movie session that was going on at the edge of the stairs.

               You stood beside him for a few minutes waiting for him to notice you. You looked down at his hands and noticed the beer he had in his hand and frowned. You couldn’t smell or tell if he was drunk pissed or what. You raised your hand and grabbed Stan’s wrist, causing him to jerk his head down to you in alert. His angry and constipated face disappeared, and he managed a dazzling smile in your presence. You smiled back before lightly tugging him in a direction of light that wasn’t the stairs. You struggled to get through people before Stan realized where you were trying to take him. Unlike Wendy, Stan practically bulldozed over people, knocking into them and shoving them out of his way. Wendy had glided through people like a snake swimming across the surface of a lake. Stan just bulldozed through them like Miley Cyrus when she dry humped the wrecking ball in that one video everyone agreed was weird.

               Quickly, you trotted after him and found that the sanction with the light was none other than the open kitchen that had people loitering around talking and drinking together. You looked behind you to see that the red sea of people that Moses Stan had dispersed had already sealed back up and you questioned just how many times you would need help to get through the mosh pit that had gathered in the living room.

               “Did you want to talk,” Stan questioned.

               “Oh! Yeah, I wanted to see if you were okay since you looked like you were trying to shit on Tokens floor while staring down live action at the bottom of the stairs,” you hummed.

               “Oh, I was just, thinking. . . . About things.”

               “You wanna talk about it? I mean, I’m just the new person, don’t gotta tell me your life story if you don’t want.” Stan seemed to look around before grabbing an extra two beers and then your hand, guiding you through the kitchen an outside into the backyard. You gave a slight shiver and Stan shrugged off his big Jersey that looked very similar to Butters, just with a different name and number on it. Also, what was will cute, kinda buff guys giving you your jersey when you’re cold?

               Stan moved over and sits down on one of the deck chairs and you join beside him. He finished his first open beer before setting it beside him and carefully opening one of the two brand new ones he grabbed from the kitchen. He offered it to you, and you shrugged, deciding that a little alcohol tonight would kill no one unless they got behind the driver’s seat like an idiot. You took the beer and took a sip and remembered just how bitter it was. You must have made a sour face because Stan laughed at your reaction.

               “Not a beer drinker?” He asked while taking the one from your hands and drinking it himself.

               “I guess not, I like fruity things though,” you smiled.

               “You’d probably like stronger alcohols mixed with Sprite, Cherry Cola, and things like that. The good ones that can fuck you up.” Stan raised his glass with a smile as if cheering you for your tastes before doing his beer quickly, making you feel worried.

               “Stan are you okay? Why were you glaring at um.. Blonde.. B.. Bebe! Her yeah, why were you staring at Bebe and Clyde?”

               “Oh, get ready for a roller coaster of emotions (y/n)!” Stan cheered with a laugh, and you grew a bit scared of how he was slowly getting riled up.

               “I was staring at them with a shitty expression on my face, cause I’m jealous, kind of? I’m angry at Clyde cause he’s an asshole but said you really enjoyed hanging with them. Are they better than us?!” Stan yelled, causing you to flinch in your seat.

               “NO! No, I enjoyed hanging with them but you guys are fun, I’ve just never got to hang out with you yet for as long as I did with them.” You tried to calm him down, Stan was unaware of your slight fear. There was no telling how he would go off the deep end.

               “Then fuck Clyde and fuck the rest of their group! Mostly, Clyde, he’s the biggest dick head of all I swear to god! Oh, and then he’s got Bebe on his ring finger ready to call for a good fucking when he needs. Are they a thing?! NO ONE KNOWS! But who cares right?” He continued his outburst, now standing and pacing, making you pull the surrounding jacket closed as if to make a shield for yourself.

               “No one should, and you shouldn’t either! Is Bebe like your babe right now?”

               “No! No one is, and that’s what makes me the angriest of all. I had Wendy, the best thing that could ever happen ever! And my dumb ass fucks everything up.”

               “Oh Stan, I don’t believe it’s like that—“

               “We ended it, SHE ended it! Said things wouldn’t work, and I tried. Oh god, I tried so hard to fix things, to fix myself but I just. I couldn’t change for her, I couldn’t make her happy and we couldn’t stop hurting each other.”

               “Then Stan, it was for the better!“

               “Oh, how would you know?!”

               “Well, if it was a toxic relationship, then it was for the better. Now you both can find people healthier for you—“

               “Oh SHUT UP with the healthy bullshit! You don’t know a goddamn thing about my relationship or any relationship at all, do you?!”

               “Have I been in a real relationship, well, the true and honest answer to that is no—“

               “THEN what fucking right do you have to tell em anything abou my rrelationships?!” At this point, he was slurring his words, the third bottle in his hand was probably not the third bottle of beer he’s had since he’s been here.

               “You’re just a stupid ass new kid who blew in from stupid town in some buttfuck state!” His other outburst had you frowning. He quietly stood there glaring down at you, the alcoholic wheels in his head slowly turning before his features softened.

               “Wait, (y/n)--!” You stood up and slid his jacket off, holding it out to him and softly patting his hands. His hurts stung, they really did, and it took every fiber of your being to remember he was intoxicated and his words meant nothing. The nagging voice of your anxiety was telling you otherwise.

               “I think you should go home and rest Stan; you’ve had quite a bit to drink.” He suddenly took hold of your arms, easily bursting into tears.

               “(Y/n) please wait a minute!”

               His grip tightened around your forearms, causing you to shift uncomfortably in front of him. You told him he had hurt you as he tried spewing drunken apologies at you while his strength and fingers continued to squeeze our arm. It got to where you were almost in tears, begging him to let you go before someone suddenly storms over and grabbed his wrists. You looked a little surprised by the sudden rush of cold wind from someone running over and taking hold of Stan. You looked up to see Kyle, who looked pissed beyond belief.

               Kyle sent you a soft, apologetic smile, explaining he would make it up to you at a later date and told you he’d be the one taking Stan home instead of Wendy having to do that. You rubbed your arms where his fingers had been gripping your arms and sighed, feeling much safer with someone sober now between you two.

               “Thank you, Kyle, I think I’m gonna have a drink and then find Butters to take me home,” you murmured. You gave a reassuring pat to Kyle’s shoulder to say thank you and to tell him you’d be all right on your own. You quietly slid into the living room and felt comfortable in the sweet hug of warmth radiating from the most pit in the living room. You quietly mazed your way through the mosh of people before finding the kitchen, fighting with yourself over what kind of drink to make.

               As you found yourself in the kitchen, you walked past a few people and then turned your back to the counter before lifting and hopping up to sit on the counter and placed your hands in your head. You breathed slowly, closing your eyes and listening to all the things going on around you. You were in bright light, people could see you, and if anyone attacked you, they would see what was happening. Everything would be okay, you just needed to breathe and maybe drink just something before hunting down your gentleman of a ride to take you home.

               “Here, have a drink,” someone said.

       You weren’t thinking in the haze of trying to get the fear of what had just happened between you and Stan out of your system. You took the cup and smelled it, making sure it would not be bitter before downing the red solo cup. You only drank about half of it before pulling back for a breath. The taste of strawberries and watermelon together was a relaxing feeling on your tongue. You felt your stress almost melt away a little too quickly from your system. You looked up at the guy who had just handed you your drink and watched him talk but didn’t bother to take in any of his words. What was he saying? You shrugged your shoulders, not really caring, or really recognizing any of his features. Was this guy a friend of Stan’s group or Tokens group? Wow, Tokens group. Did you have any tokens on you? You were at a party so what good would some tokens even be? You swirled your cup, watching the lightly pinked liquid swim around in your cup before taking another drink from it, this time only sipping it instead of binge drinking it. In the middle of the guy's sentence, you suddenly hopped off the counter and pointed to the party.

       “You wanna kinda dance,” you asked. The sudden sense of relaxation and fun you wanted to have was overwhelming.

       You watched the guy give a sly smile as he followed you to the dance floor. Some loud, bumping song was playing. You could feel the vibrations in your whole body like someone put you on the maximum speed available on someone’s back massager. You weren’t really a dirty dancer, but more of a get wild jump to the party and become one with the mosh pit kind of party person. You made your way into close to the middle, not really caring who you were bumping into before smiling and laughing, deciding to bounce and jump, dancing to the beat of the music with everyone around. It was hot, sweat poured down the line of your back and you questioned if these clothes that had been given you—wait who gave you these clothes? Damn were these clothes nice, they need a wash though you were getting sweaty from the number of people around you.

       Without looking behind you, someone handed you another red solo cup, from whom, you didn’t care to notice or tell. You took it and drank from it. The subconscious you were beating the hell out of your body, something felt weird. Like, kinda weird off, like really super weird off. However, it felt like that off feeling was pounding on a barrier it couldn’t break like it was being muffled out by the thumping rhythm of the music. You slowly came to a standstill in the middle of the mosh pit. People moved past you, wanting into bounce and dance and party beside their friends. How you ended back up in the kitchen was beyond you. Why did the lights feel so hot and bright? Where were you again? Oh right, Tokens, party, yes, fun, right…. Who was this guy?

       The man who had originally handed your first drink was smiling, standing in front of you and talking to you again yet none of his words registered in your brain, nor any of his facial features or even the last twenty minutes. Why did you feel so hot and tired like you’d just swam two miles straight in gallons of hot sticky water?  You placed your hand slowly on one side of your face, forcing yourself to gather your thoughts, that weird, uncomfortable feeling slowly gathering as you crouched down to the floor and tried to think straight. The only thoughts you could muster was, yep, date drugs, rape bad, very hot, this guy not okay, feet hurt, Butters home. You continued to crouch there, thinking, slowly coming to understand these things, but the inebriation and whatever fucked up drugs this guy had given you was doing its job damn well and you felt like your mouth had been stuffed with thousands of cotton swabs and you couldn’t form words.

       The guy crouched down beside you and put his sleazy arm around your shoulders and then moved them to lower to around your waist and forced you to stand and lean against him. You managed a laugh, slightly pushing him away from you and tried to speak, but your jaw just felt too much like jelly. You hummed, shaking your head, finding it easy to twist your head than form words with your vocal cords and mouth movements were apparently on strike and partying with the drugs in your system.

       He came at you again, this time with a tighter grip and a slightly creepier smile. God, you felt like an innocent bystander about to be slain by Jack the Ripper for being an idiot. The stranger pulled you along, letting you lean and follow him against your will. You weren’t sure what happened, maybe you had spoken something despite your numb mouth and relaxed muscles, but one thing leads to another, the guy had his lights knocked out, and you were being sat on the floor right beside the front door. You looked at the guy passed out on the floor and managed a too loud open mouth laugh while pointing at him before feeling someone come to grab your hand and pull you up.

       “Oh Jesus Christ, your mother is going to kill me when I get you home!” You slowly rolled your eyes over toward Butters who was standing beside your savior. That was Butters right? Blondie, bunny, blue, Butters, you could really go for some toast at that moment with a lot of butter on it and some jam, maybe even some syrup. You looked toward your savior and made some kind of noise as a thank you; though they didn’t seem to react. Oh right, stoic boy, blue, black, gay, you thought? Blonde boyfriend, Tokens buddy, chum, pal, CRAIG! That’s right his name was Craig. He turned to Butters, giving him a slight glare and was probably bad-mouthing him. You raised your arms half way and let out some kind of screech, trying to tell him it wasn’t his fault but hOLy ShiT were you tired and it felt like all of your body could give out if you really let it.

       Any more words shared between you and the two boys now standing over you like guardian angels was long forgotten. Butters slipped his jacket off and forced it on you, even forcing your arms through his sleeves and zipping it up to make sure you were in maximum comfort mode before carefully guiding you out the front door of the house and into his car. He leaned over your body carefully, buckling you up for safety before gently shutting the door before running over to his driver side. He muttered swears and curses to himself, pretty shook that he let you out of his site and some, what did he say north parkisons? No, north parky kid, noth poke, NORTH PARK! Some north park came in and would supposedly try to bang you or use you to get on south park teens bad side, which probably still would have ended up with him probably banging you.

       “I’m gonna vomit,” you suddenly muttered.

        The thought of being taken advantage of by some stranger, the fear of being alone with him, and probably the mix of alcohol and drugs in your system had your stomach in a quick flurry of wanting to sob and blow chunks across his car. You couldn’t do that to sweet Butters though, he didn’t mean too, he might have been swept away by party goers. Butters was quick to roll your window down, as you were unfamiliar with his car and how the mechanisms worked, and you let your head rest on the outside of the window. The cold air helped you feel a little better; you didn’t feel you would melt in his seat. However, it didn’t exactly take away the nauseating images of being completely taken by a stranger, and you couldn’t help but spew a nasty mix of half-digested food and alcohol all across the passing road. You watched the colorful mix zoom away from you down the street and you suddenly felt better after that.

       The entire ride was in silence, half because you were still date rape drugged and the other half because Butters was scared and felt horrible. You weren’t exactly sure what he was feeling, but you knew one thing was that your mother would have a fit and blow up on him without getting all the information. As they pulled the car to a stop, you felt your body being helped up from your passenger seat and then smiled at the sight of your home door, what a pretty color it was. Maybe that was the color you’d paint your room in never because you procrastinate too much.

       Your mom stepped out of the kitchen to see Butters holding you up, one of your arms around his neck and the other just under your bust line to keep you upright. She looked pissed, oh no mama bear was about to pull out her claws, all hell would release! As she stormed over, throwing her dishes rag down on the floor, you burst into tears, throwing yourself at your mother while hugging her and crying. Your mother, quick to take you in her arms, whispered into your ear, petting your hair and telling you that everything would be all right.

       “It’s not his fault,” you cried. You continued to mumble things, most of which your mother couldn’t even understand. All she could gather was Butters got separated, and a random guy tried to steal you. Though angry that Butters could have done better, knowing it wasn’t completely his fault, she didn’t feel the need to attack him.

       Butters opened his mouth, wanting to say something, anything, but he knew that right now was not the time and place to talk. He forced out a smile, explaining that someone can return the jacket whenever you or your mother could get around to it, and departed after giving a deep apology to you and your mother, that you probably wouldn’t remember tomorrow morning. OH FUCK TOMORROW WAS SCHOOL.

       After Butters left, you let out a panic cry, screeching about school and tomorrow. Your mother picked you up in her arms and moved you to your bedroom, cursing with every step on the stairs and then cursing more with every box she stepped on or bumped into. Cautiously, and with not much ease at all, she put you down on your bed and wrapped you up in your favorite blankets. Talking to you would be worthless considering she was unsure if you’d remember it or not. As you quickly passed out in bed, curling into your large pillows, your mother left a note, some pills, a bottle of water, and some fruit on the bedside table for you in case you woke up in the middle of the night.

       ‘If you feel all right to go to school in the morning when you wake up then go, but I won’t force you to go to school, but you have a story to tell when you've sobered up! –Mom’

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South Park High School Jokester

                                                       Chapter ~ 2

               Deciding to take up on the boys offer to show you around town, you sent a quick text to your mother saying you were going to be out later than planned. She sent you a quick text back, usual ‘k’ with a little heart emoji. Smiling softly, you left the message on read before hitting the power button to lock your phone before shoving it in your pocket and rejoining in the conversation and walk with the boys.

               “To be honest, most of the town is shit. However, the people in it make the place, a little less shitty? I don’t know how to explain that any better,” Stan muttered. He rubbed the back of his neck before giving a nervous chuckle.

               “Fuck the town, let’s talk about you. You just moved here the other day and scared the shit outta Butters and his parents and creeped us out today. Is that something you do often?” Kenny questioned, looking at you with what could only assume was some kind of smile underneath his winter clothes.

               “Well, here’s the thing. Warning, I’m probably about to overshare because I don’t know how to just stop talking about my personal life, ya know? Okay so like, I don’t know. My first thought was, let’s make a great first impression! And then my mind switched to, lets fuck with them if they like mom enough then surely they’d come back. I don’t know, it’s a thing my anxiety does is it’s like, don’t do this thing, they’ll hate you for it, but then my meds are like ‘who fucking cares do it anyway and make a GREAT TIME out of it’ because we only live once you know? Oh, I think I over shared again,” you paused. You could practically feel the cold sweat beginning to form on your back, what if they cared about you having anxiety and thought you were weird.

               “Oh okay, that’s cool. Well, if you need anyone to talk to you with your anxiety that is, Stan and I would probably be the best to come too,” Kyle smiled. You sighed, managing to relax and nodded your head, thankful they’d be willing to hear you out if you actually had a problem.

               “So yeah, I just thought, what could be the best way to scare the shit out of almost everyone, and by almost I mean Butters and his family for a fact, and my mother a little. She mostly gets mad. I was like yes, the squid hat for a fact, and my prop bongs. I’m not actually a drug user, you know, save form the average users over the counter prescription meds, but I don’t do heroin, meth, weed, or anything along those lines. I’m a good child of the lord,” you laughed, “so I set up my speakers as quick and started playing some anime opening that had become a meme in recent years and played the ear rape version, it felt like the whole house had an orgasm. You should know Kenny, the one that has people looking like they’re having a seizure.”

               Kenny sent you a finger gun with a nod of his head, indicating he knew exactly what you were talking about. As the entire group of you walked around the neighborhood and you were introduced to most of the boy’s families, it wasn’t long until a group of girls ran up to the group. You couldn’t help but feel nervous; wow all those girls were pretty. You watched them all talking to almost all the boys save for Cartman before the black haired girl in purple looked at your and smirked at Stan.

               “New lover already?” You felt confused, before laughing.

               “No, I mean. No offense Stan, good looking guy, sure anyone would suck your dick,” you patted his shoulder as his face turned red, “but I’m the new kid in town. I apparently scared the innocent boy named Butters when he and his family came over the other day and all these lovely people came over to see if he was lying. Jokes on them, he wasn’t. I’m kinda weird, just gonna say that now so you can bully me to my face, and not behind my back.”

               The girl looked confused before smiling nervously.

               “Dear, all of South Park is weird. You’re probably gonna fit in, and I doubt any of me or my girls will bully you. How come you didn’t tell me about the new kid? You’re practically smothering them, why not have girl time with us,” the black haired girl held out her hand.

               “Wendy, we invited and ran into them first.”

               “Yeah, but we got too them second, and second has always been the best since elementary school,” the blondie beside Wendy spoke up.

               “Fine, we’ll just do some introductions now and some later. Tomorrow is the last day of break, so Token is having a party at his place. Everyone who is here right now is me, Wendy Testaburger, the blonde girl next to me is Bebe Stevens, the brunette is Heide Turner, and there’s plenty of later we’ll introduce you too once school starts. Or,” she dragged on. She slowly turned to look at Stan before he cursed silently to himself.

               “Wendy, we got told we couldn’t come over due to what happened at last times party.”

               “Well, maybe new kid can be your way in,” Bebe questioned.

               “I have a name and it’s (y/n) thank you.” You interjected with a small raise of your hand, not exactly enjoying being called the new kid.

               “Shit, you may be onto something,” Cartman declared while smacking one fist into his other open palm.

               “What the hell are you talking about Fatass?” Kyle sighed, rubbing his forehead in irritation as if a headache was about to form.

               “We take (y/n) over to Tokens place; use them as our slave to get in. Make it a bargain. We’ll give you someone to help you do work tomorrow if you let us come party at your place.”

               “That seems a bit harsh to use (y/n) as a pawn in a skeem when they haven’t even been here for more than a week!”

               “Actually,” you spoke, kicking at the floor, “I wouldn’t mind, it means I don’t have to touch my room and I’ll get to see new people.”

               Everyone looked at you a bit surprised, Kyle almost looked at you with pleading eyes as if to say you shouldn’t even open your mouth and agreed to his stupid plan. Cartman shouted happily in joy and declared to the girls who had run into them that they’d all be at the party. You sent your mom a quick text, letting her know your plans for tomorrow. You explained to her in simple text format that you were going to help new friends set up a party, which wasn’t exactly a lie, or the total truth of your situation! So things should surely work out.

               The girls parted on their way only after making sure you would take part in the party yourself, have some drinks and dance with them and meet more of their gal pals. Butters, wanting no part in the current plan, though promised to be at the party, departed on his way home with the excuse of last-minute winter break homework. The other four pulled you off and dragged you toward Kyles house and into his large car. You screeched as you went running, crying “GUN” before running, causing some of the boys to freeze and even drop to the floor. You smirked as you easily hopped into the shotgun seat and stick out your tongue.

               “Shotgun that is,” you hummed. Stan, Kenny, and Cartman all glared at you while you just smiled happily like a little kid who had not done a single thing wrong. Kyle just chuckled to himself before hopping into the driver’s seat and starting up his car. Kenny and Stan decided to sit together in the back while allowing Cartman all the space in the middle by himself. After everyone was buckled in, Cartman got dangerously close as he leaned in glaring at the side of your face.

               “Alright listen here, new kid---.”

               “It’s (y/n), Cartman,”

               “Yeah, whatever new kid--.”  You groaned loudly before Cartman spoke up again.

               “We get to Tokens lavish house, and you’re going to play the broken and depressed damsel, or knight, your choice.”

               “Broken and depressed, got it, already got that down since I was born,” you joked.

               The boys looked at you worried save for Cartman before you panicked.

               “Kidding, I’M KIDDING!”

               “No matter what bargain he gives us, you counter back with, you won’t do anything unless he lets US in tomorrow night. Got it, new kid?”

               “(y/n),” you corrected.

               “GOT IT?!” Cartman yelled at you, causing you to flinch and Kyle to swerve a bit on the road as he was driving.

               “I fucking got it, jeez, you’re gonna make Kyle crash,” you cried. Cartman sat down with a smug smile on his face. You sighed softly rubbing your arm before trying to melt into the seat and disappear. You sat in silence for the rest of the ride, watching houses pass by in a colorful blur just outside of the window. The car was pretty clean saving for a wrapper from some fast food joint and some straw wrappers. You began to pick at your nails a bit while thinking before feeling the comforting vibration of the car stop beneath your body and you re-registered your eyes to notice the big, nicely gated house. Oh, so he was a rich boy. Maybe you could push some certain buttons if you needed too.

               “Alright, we’re here, let's hope we don’t get banned and put on restraining orders,” Kyle grumbled. Undoing your seatbelt, you carefully popped open the door and hopped out, taking in the fancy black gate and watching where it connected to a cement fence that couldn’t be too easily climbed. You followed the boys up to an intercom system that must connect to the house. Kenny quietly pressed the doorbell button twice and everyone stood to wait for an answer.

               “Hello, who is this?” Came the voice form the small speaker just beside the doorbell button.

               “Heyyy, Token,” Stan spoke nervously after pushing down the talk button.

               “You aren’t invited nor are you being let in tomorrow night! Not you Stan, and none of your other three friends,” Token barked loudly.

               You quietly shoved Stan aside softly and pushed down on the button that was titled speak just below it and felt nervousness creep up on you.

               “Um, h-hello?” Damn you, you stuttering devil!

               “Who is this..? You don’t sound like any of the others if this is you guys pulling a voice prank I’ll get you arrested!”

               “No! Oh, god no, none of them have the voices to even sound close to mine, I’m too flawless,” you joked nervously, “I’m (y/n), the new kid who just moved in. I don’t know these guys that well, but they seem like nice people, could you let them go to your party tomorrow?”

               “Oh, you don’t know the half of our history. Besides, the last party they trashed my house, I was grounded for weeks,” Token scoffed. You glared slightly at the boys who all looked guilty but Cartman.

               “Look, how about we break a deal between us. I’ll, I don’t know, run errands with or for you for your party and you let them come? I’ll pay for anything they break if you let them in too and I’ll take all the blame.”

               There was silence on the other end for a long time. You felt dread crawl across your skin, had you just ruined their chances? You let go of the speak button and felt sorry for the boys, about to turn and apologize till you finally got a response.

               “Fine, but anything they break tomorrow you pay what it cost and a tax my family deems appropriate, got it?”

               The boys cheered happily, all of them focusing on the fact that they were allowed into the party tomorrow night before you felt dead on the inside. If they broke anything expensive tomorrow night? You were honestly going to kill all of them. You reached out to the button with a smile, forcing yourself to sound happy for your new friends.

               “Deal, what time you want me over here tomorrow? Come over about two or three in the afternoon, the party is at seven. Oh, and it’s just you coming tomorrow, don’t bring any of those losers with you.”

               “Fair,” you stated. The boys yelled in anger and disagreement before you glared at them and put a finger to your mouth, signaling them to shut up.

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South Park High School Jokester

                                                       Chapter ~ 1

               “Butters, there is no way the new kid did that. You probably making shit up,” Stan muttered with a sigh walking with his group of friends towards the new kid’s house. Butters, the young blonde man who had visited your house just the day before was stammering and looking nervous.

               “I’m not making it up! I could feel the base in my bones while the music was being blasted, and they had, t-they had these huge bongs while screaming at us!” Butters cried in agony, doing his best to convince his friends what he had seen. All the others just rolled their eyes, there was no way someone like that just moved in. Sure, South Park was known for the unknown showing up but the people were normally, well, normal.

               You quietly poked your head out from behind your curtains and could see a bunch of boys making their way down the street. Seeing the young blonde boy from the day prior, you gave a hum of happiness and closed your curtains. This time, you decided, you’d play another joke on all the new guys. This one would be more tame, as to not scare away some of your new probably friends. Your room was still littered with plenty of boxes you needed to unpack, but all you had pulled out was a bunch of your gag gifts you’d gotten from friends. You pulled out the iconic horse's head and starred at its black, dead eyes before slipping on the mask.

               Since yesterday, your mother had taken the stereo and moved it downstairs, though it was yours, she liked to use it to play music for the company when they were over. Before the boys could get there, you grabbed your phone and raced downstairs, quickly plugging in your phone and letting it connect before search through your music library and finding the folder that said “Ironic Memes” on it. Scrolling through each song, you finally found “Trapped in the Drive-Thru” by Weird Al Yankovic and fast forwarded it, keeping it paused at just the right timing. You looked at yourself in a nearby mirror and adjusted the horse mask appropriately and stood at the front door. Your mother, coming in from the backyard stared at your back for a while, trying to figure out you were doing before shaking her head and deciding it wasn’t worth the time of her day to figure out what you were doing.

               Soon enough the knocking on the door sounded and you couldn’t help but hold back your giggles, taking in a deep breath and holding it to hold back your laughing before answering the door.

               Stan looked around at the top of the house with a hum, hearing the door open, he opened his mouth to speak before looking at who answered the door and froze. There you were, standing in some oversized pj’s your favorite band scrawled all across the pants and a boring, plain grey t-shirt with a horse mask on. The silence seemed to go on forever, all of his friends standing quietly behind him, questioning the situation and what was going on. Just as Stan opened his mouth, you hit the play button on a little remote in your hand; the song picking up you had set it on.

               “But he looks at me.” You paused it again, watching the boy startled by the sudden music. Watching him move and about to say something again, you started it back up again, inching closer to him.

               “And I look at him.” Pause.

               Stan took a nervous step back; you could the blonde shaking from where he stood. He truly did not understand what the hell you were doing.

               “And he looks at me.” Pause. Another inch closer.

               “And I LOOK AT HIM!” The rubber plastic of the horse's open mouth was now kissing Stan’s face as he and all the other boys looked at you like you were crazy. Soon enough your mother came running over and shoved you backward, muttering and begging for apologies as she unplugged the stereo and kept you shoved behind her. You couldn’t help but fall on your butt and laugh, rolling around with the horse mask still on.

               “What the absolute fuck,” the green hated one yelled in confusion.

               “I’m SO SORRY, about this you see, they… Ugh! Damn it (y/n) introduce yourself normally for once!” Your mother demanded as she turned back to your rolling around figure. You sat up and sighed, blowing a raspberry at your mother before standing up and pulling your mask off and tossing it onto the couch. The guys all seemed to stare at you, no longer in shock but mostly in confusion.

               “My name is (y/n) and I live here now. I’m kinda gonna go to your high school unless you guys go to a different one. I like to mess with people if you couldn’t tell,” you smiled.

               You could hear one boy in the back losing their shit, and a sudden wave of embarrassment ran over you. Maybe they were laughing at how you looked? Or maybe your joke was really lame? You rubbed your arm nervously, growing embarrassed as the laughing in the back continued.

               “S-Sorry if that joke was really lame,” you muttered. God, you hadn’t even been here for a week and these guys probably thought you were really lame now. Your image at school was going down the shitter faster than you thought it would. Though, it wasn’t like you really cared about your image at school. All you cared about, was not being bullied or picked on, and you were chill with that. If word got around your jokes were old, washed out, or even lame? Well, guess it was time to just yeet back home to where dad lived.

               “Lame? Are you fucking kidding me? That was hilarious! All of their faces? Like ‘what the fuck is going on?’ and then you kissed----pft HAHAHAHAHAHA.” The largest boy in the group was almost doubled over laughing, stopping his feet and holding his stomach as he laughed his heart out.

               “Sorry for our shock we just um.. We didn’t know you would greet us like this, nor did we really know that you were um.. A girl?” Green hat spoke up again, looking around confused.

               “You see, our friend Butters here told us about his run-in with you the other day--.”

               “You scared the Jesus outta me and my parents! I thought I peed my pants,” the blonde cried.

               “You looked like you did when I saw you and your parents run outta here,” you muttered with a small laugh.

               You rubbed the back of your head before sighing, your mother grabbing and pinching your ear out of nowhere caused you to cry and whine, grabbing her wrist and begging her to let you go.

               “Apologize,” she demanded.

               “Ow, FUCK! Okay, I’m sorry!”

               “For what?”

               “For making you make out with the horse mask!” The pudgy one began laughing harder.

               “AND?!”

               “Gah, fuck this hurts! And for scaring you and your parent's blondie, those were fake bongs! It was a MEME—FOR FUCKS SAKE LET ME GO WOMAN IT HURTS!” Your mother sighed, letting you go before making you face her.

               “You will go over there and apologize to his parents. Do I make myself clear?”

               “Yes ma’am,” you groaned. You turned to the boys and hummed.

               “It’s cold out there. You can come in and sit in the living room till I’m dressed and then we can get the old introductions outta the way. As you know, my name is (y/n), have fun waiting for me.”

               You galloped upstairs with a sigh as the boys entered the home and took a seat in the living room or kitchen. You quietly entered your room and hummed, going over to the half-open box of clothes and pulled out whatever was on top. You lazily tossed on a plain t-shirt that wasn’t used for sleeping in, your pair of favorite jeans, and a jacket meant for going out in cold weather. You slipped on a pair of fuzzy and thick socks before grabbing your shoes and slipping them on. You looked in the mirror and lazily fixed your hair so it was presentable and made your way back downstairs. Your mother was quick on her feet to present warm beverages and snacks. You rolled your eyes and shrugged on your coat quickly before stopping at the end of the stairs.

               “Now, you be nice to those people okay? We just got here and I, as a grown adult, would like adult friends not scared off by their kid,” she smiled. You hummed, smiling back and giving her a quick hug as she kissed the top of your head and shoved a plate wrapped in plastic too you. Looking down, you hummed, moms famous baked goods. These won over just about anyone.

               “I promise I will, I love you, I’ll see you when I get home if these guys don’t win me over and show me around town.” You nodded your head toward all the boys who, visibly, looked quite uncomfortable, except for the tubby one. Your mom gave you one last hug before you moved and opened the door, staring the boys down in your own way to tell them it was time to go. As they quickly emptied their cups and thanked your mother for the drinks and snacks, they ushered themselves out before stepping out into the freezing cold.

               As the last one out of the door, you shut it carefully and checked your pocket it for your phone, reaching back inside and jack it form the stereo before declaring you were now ready to go.

               “So, who first? I guess the blonde kid since I made him almost pee his pants in my house,” you smiled. Watching him grow embarrassed and uncomfortable, he rubbed the back of his head nervously while smiling.

               “Everyone calls me Butters, my parents' names are Stephen and Linda. They aren’t angry at you for what you did, but they were, concerned,” he muttered. As you reached up to the front door, you knocked on it softly, quietly tapping your foot and waiting for an answer, deciding it would be a polite thing to do instead of asking Butters to waltz you straight into his home and up to his parents.

               As his parents opened the door, you gave them a shy smile and gave a slight shrug of your shoulders.

               “Sorry Mister and misses….?”

               “Stotch and it really is no problem at all dear. We were just, quite spooked,” Linda spoke with a gentle laugh. Stephen sighed softly before carefully taking the case and looking it over.

               “What is this,” he asked.

               “Oh, those are my mom’s famous baked goods; there are a couple of different ones in there. The cookies are the best. Please, don’t be afraid to come over and talk to my mom, she gets lonely without any friends,” you said with a smile. The two adults simply smiled and thanked you for the apology, explaining that they just had been spooked and wanted to make sure their son wasn’t about to become friends with someone who was an actual drug user. You explained to them the only drug you used was life, and you got mega high off of it. That and your anti-anxiety medication.

               After accepting your gift, everyone turned around and backed themselves onto the sidewalk, the sound of an occasional car going back caused you to shiver at the extra cold wind you didn’t need feeling.

               “Right, so my name is Stan. You know, the one you made make out with the horse mask,” Stan mused with a smile. You gave a few chuckles, apologizing to him now for having that happen before he waved his hand dismissively, explaining how it would be a first meeting he wouldn’t forget.

               “Green hat is Kyle, the tub of lard over there is Cartman, and the orange parka is Kenny. He’s a lady killer, not literally though. He likes to girl hop.”

               “I’m not fucking fat!”

               “Please tell me you aren’t going to do the freshman fifteen,” you muttered while pointing at Kenny. His only response was a smirk and you could only roll your eyes. He suddenly moved in close, grabbing your hands and starring you down with a coy smile on his face.

               “You wouldn’t want to be my first victim, would you,” he muffled. You laughed, easily slipping from his hands and pointing at him.

               “Good joke, but I’m a junior. Soon to be senior my guy,” you hummed. Butters seemed to smile a bit.

               “Well, then that means you’ll be in our graduating class! Oh, I hope that means we can be friends,” Butters spoke. You looked at him confused, suddenly feeling a weird spike of nervousness shoot through your system. You hummed, looking down at the floor and looking at the cracks and holes in the cement beneath your feet. You gave a little kick to some snow before glancing up at all five boys before you before smiling nervously.

               “D-Does this not make us friends..? I’m sorry, I’ve been friends with the same people for so many years,” you blabbered. Oh god, word vomit. You hated it when you began to word vomit. Quickly trying to shut yourself up, you chewed on the zipper on your jacket, grinding it painfully in your mouth to keep yourself from talking again. Stan looked a little surprised before chuckling, suddenly play-punching your shoulder.

               “Of course dude! Oh, that is, if you don’t mind me calling you dude.”

               “Not at all, as long as none of you mind me calling you weird things that relate to the internet and the memes it produces,” you shrugged your shoulders.

               “No, I don’t think we’ll mind at all.”

               “Great, now show me around this dump. Or maybe even new people.”

               Okay, so maybe getting to know people wasn’t going to be such a pain in the ass after all.

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Kyle: B-Day

I don’t know if you can tell but I just kept losing focus and motivation near the end and I’m like three days late. Shoot me.

Warning: Strong Language

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 You looked down at the cake before you with a nervous sweat running down your back. Was it possible the monstrosity in front of you could even be called a cake? You weren’t the only one scared of the sugary monster on the counter in front of you. Standing to your left wearing a very pink and flower apron was Stan marsh, also known as Kyle’s super best friend, and to your right was Butters who had come to help the two of you bake. However, you had no skills in the kitchen; Stan wanted to be captain of this horrendous group project so he was always battling with Butters who actually knew how to bake anything from a singular cupcake to (probably) a seven layer cake. You stood there, watching the cake slowly fall to the side and onto the counter, leftover egg splattered across the countertop dripping over the edge with shell mixed in with it.

Today was Kyle’s birthday, and you had gotten Stan to join you in on the idea of making him a homemade cake. However, due to your sour thumb in baking the two of you had enlisted the help of Butters. Now, with the kitchen, practically a mess, the superb party for the ginger was about to go on everyone was in panic mode. You still wanted to make something homemade for Kyle, you loved him after all. Looking at the toxic goop beginning to bubble and form on your counter, you felt your heart sink into your stomach as you crouched down and fought back tears.

“O-Oh hamburgers, are you okay?! We can fix this, really we can—“

“No, we can’t Butters! The party starts soon and we don’t have enough of ANYTHING to give Kyle… I just wanted to give him something hand baked made with the love of my heart because that’s, ya know, what they do in the cheesy animes and movies but this,” you pointed to the leaning tower of sweets in your kitchen, “this is just a fucking abomination!”

You continued to crouch in the middle of the kitchen floor, crying softly to yourself at the fact you were unable to do something as sweet and as simple as making the love of your life a cake. As you sat there crying, Stan felt a bit guilty for all the fighting and arguing he had done with Butters. If he had just let him lead like originally planned maybe this wouldn’t have turned out as bad as it did.  Stan walked over to the counter, staring down at their monster baby before carefully picking it up from its pan and just dropping all of it into the trash can. Hearing the clattering, you looked up and witnessed your friend throwing out the failure of a cake before returning to you and crouching down.

“Listen, we have some batter left we can maybe salvage with the help of Butters, it’s not over yet. Besides, I want to make something for my SBF just as much as you want to make something for your crush,” Stan smiled. Butters seemed to look around at what was left, grabbing what he could and cleaning up some of the mess before looking back at the both of you.

“Well, if we start now we can have a small first batch out and iced when people get here. If we play it right we can bake until people are full, so it’s not completely ruined!” You couldn’t help but smile, using the sleeves of your shirt covered in flour and other cake ingredients to wipe off your tears before standing with a nod of your head in determination. You were going to give that Jew the best cupcake he would have in his whole life.

As time rolled by and you listened to Butters like he was your Lord and Savior, you and Stan both followed his instructions to the T, mixing things appropriately and even triple checking with him that you guys had measurements right and things filled correctly. You had decided to use your house for Kyle’s birthday since your parents were conveniently out of town for the day, so you guys could do almost anything while they weren’t here. As the doorbell went off, you carefully set the large mixing bowl down on the counter and wiped your hands hastily on your baby blue apron before leaving Butters and Stan to fan down the fresh cupcakes so they were cool enough to be iced. As you ran over to the front door and opened it, you were only greeted by Token and his gang. You gave a wipe of your brow in relief, scared it was going to be Kyle with the ass-hat and Kenny.

“Oh, sorry if I look like dog garbage, I’m uh. Still busy in the kitchen with stuff, however normal food is ready, the sweets aren’t done yet. Help yourself to the TV, new games I bought for us, and any music from the stereo. If you go upstairs, stay out of my top dresser drawers and completely out of my mother’s room. Thanks,” you didn’t give the boys a chance to say anything back before you ran off back to the kitchen.

You could cry in joy at the sight before. Though the boys certainly weren’t the artistic kind, the cupcakes were cool enough now and being iced. You were giddy, excited to feed the sweets to everyone, considering how hard you and the three had worked on these fuckers.  You ushered Stan to go get changed and cleaned, telling him you would finish and he could hang out with Kyle when he got here. As he put the piping bag down, you took it up and began decorating in his place, the living room easily echoing into the silent kitchen as Token and Clyde began playing what you could only assume was the sound of Smash Bros on your TV. You stood there, decorating each mini-cake with a little determined pout on your face til you heard Butters stifling his laughter while looking at you. You finished up the current cupcake and relaxed your grip as you turned to him.

“W-What the hell is so funny Butters?!”

“Well it’s just, you’ve never been the super girly girl type, but for Kyle, you’re wearing one of your mother's frilly aprons, covered in flour from head to toe from trying to bake him a cake. It’s just really funny because it’s very unlike you.”

“Well, I just. I really like the guy, okay? He’s sweet but also a smart ass, and I think he looks cutest when angry and fighting with Cartman. Look, I’m, my heart is gay, okay? Like it’s weird, ignore me, can we finish?” You began to ramble without meaning too, trying to avoid eye contact with him and not wanting to talk about your feelings.

Butters simply smiled and went back to help you bake and decorate cupcakes. You decided to take it upon yourself and make a very pretty one just for Kyle. There weren’t any special colors, but you decided to simply try our very hardest on this particular cupcake. It felt like you were defusing a time bomb as you slowly covered it in beautiful swirls and curls. The doorbell continuously went off as you were in the kitchen, and each time you paused to listen in on everyone, hoping to catch names in the wind. Luckily, none of the outbursts were loud ‘happy birthdays’ which meant Kyle still wasn’t here yet. As you wrapped up the little Cupcake you personally decorated for the ginger, you set it aside before turning to Butters as he finished up the last bitch just minutes before Kyle walked in.

“BIRTHDAY BOY IN THE HOUSE!” You froze in your spot as everyone began cheering and laughing. Oh god, Kyle was here, he was here and you looked like fucking shit. You had batter smeared all across your apron from the first monstrosity birthed from your oven as well as floor and icing caking, pun intended your hair and face. The last thing you had wanted to do was look like a fucking wreck in front of the one person you actually gave two shits about. Deciding to take a makeshift bath in the kitchen without getting completely undressed, you tossed the apron across the kitchen and told yourself you’d have to wash it later. Turning the sink on to MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE, you let the water becoming scalding hot before washing your hands and doing your best to get the crap out of your hair and off your face, though it was awesome because now you’d be smelling like the Pillsbury Doughboys asshole for the next few days. In the meantime, Stan was busy occupying his group of friends, doing his best to keep them from the kitchen.

“Stan why the fuck is your hands covered in girly Band-Aids,” Kenny muffled. Kyle grabbed his friend’s hands and raised them. Multiple Band-Aids with the little face of Hello Kitty was on them and cursed Butters for being a piece of shit sometimes.

“I was helping out in the kitchen with food, before you guys got here, (y/n) really wanted to make a cake for you Kyle, though in the end, it looked like a monster from a movie in the 1970s so they salvaged what they could with mine and Butters help,” of course he would never admit to playing around with a knife and then getting hurt from his stupid actions. At this information, Kyle seemed to brighten up just a bit, the sound of you making something just for him? He couldn’t wait now.

You managed to run into the living room, looking decent and greeted everyone with smiles and hugs. As you reached Stan and the group, you gave Kyle a tight hug from behind before popping up in front of him with a little jump and shouting ‘BOO’ and watched as he faked his fear. The two of you shared a little laugh as Cartman gagged in the background and rolled his eyes.

“Sorry it took me so long to get out here I was busy in the kitchen.”

“You’re fine, Stan was just telling me you were baking me a homemade dessert,” Kyle smirked. You felt nervous and your heart melt. You felt your face growing warm and panicked, was your face red? Could they all see that you were embarrassed? You gave a nervous laugh.

“Y-Yeah, I guess I should go get those for you then, shouldn’t I? Sorry, it’s not a cake and instead cupcakes, but I hope you enjoy them.” You ran off to grab the tray of multiple cupcakes, the more decorative one in the middle surrounded by nineteen candles. As you heard Stan call for everyone to gather around, you carefully lit each candle as fast as possible before picking up the tray and moving slowly as to not blow out the fire. When you began to peak around the corner, everyone began to sing quietly to Kyle, who had a big joyous smile on his face as you walked over. As you set down the tray, the little candles flickered from where they were resting, and you carefully sat down across from Kyle.

“Happy birthday Kyle, make a wish.”

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South Park High School Jokester

So I’ve had this story up and running on my quotev but I’d figure I’d post it here. It’ll update every Saturday whether no one reads it or not so bite me. If you do read it, I hope you enjoy. This story broke me out of like a 10-year artist block/depression.

I didn’t draw, I didn’t write, I didn’t do anything because I just hated myself so much and thought I wasn’t good enough. But you know what? If anyone tells you you’re bad at something? Tell them to eat your cheeks. The best way to get better at something is practice and hard work. Post that fanfiction, post that OC, no matter marry sue or not. Someone out there, whether it's good or not, is GOING to like it or is GOING to want to help you improve.

Anyway, enjoy the prologue.

                                                         Prologue

               Tapping and swinging your foot to the timing of your upbeat music, you watched the trees fly by as you sat in the passenger’s seat beside your mother. Your headphones were practically shaking as they sat over your ears, the volume set to the maximum level. You quietly looked down at your phone’s screen, pressing the power button and reading the title of the current song and began bobbing your head to the beat. Your mother couldn’t help but sigh, tapping her finger against the steering wheel while driving. How many times had she told you to not listen to your music so loudly? It was a small surprise to suddenly hear you singing along loudly to the music, dancing in the seat while yelling the lyrics in happiness.

               “We go hard, till you get it, get it. We go hard, we so in it, in it,” You yelled. You shook your shoulders to the beat of the song, rubbing the funk off in your seat. Why were you stuck entertaining yourself in the car? Well, it was because of the cliché of moving to a new town because the author couldn’t think of a better way to start this story. You were moving too South Park, a place you had never been too. A change of pace wasn’t exactly a scary thing to you, you just hated that you had to leave behind some good friends from your old home. It wasn’t like you weren’t ever going to see them again however; there was Discord, Skype, plenty of platforms for you to still communicate to your past friends.

               As you felt the car pull to a stop, your mother suddenly grabbed one side of your headphones and carefully pulled it up so you could hear the outside world.

               “We’ve made it, so you better get to unpacking the car,” she spoke. You nodded your head once she let go of your gear and you shoved your phone into your back pocket as you climbed out of the car. You grabbed your purse and slug it over your shoulder before shutting your door and making your way to the back as your mom popped the trunk. You began humming to your music as you grabbed a few decorative items for the home and a box with your books.

               As the two of you unpacked the car and pulled heavy boxes out carefully one by one, you got a good look at the house. As you first walked into the house, you entered the living room, attached to that was an open kitchen, giving it an open concept. Close by the front door was a set of stairs that lead up. You could only assume the bedrooms and bathrooms, if there was more than one, was up there. With a shrug of your shoulders, you trudged upstairs and looked around, opening door after to door in order to find your bedroom. Luckily, the walls were white, making it easy for you to want to paint them if you wanted a change of color. Other than that, the room was really void of any personality. You couldn’t wait to spice this bitch up. You walked over to your bed and sat down on it, boxes covering most of the floor and walls. Looking at each scribble of words on the box, you found the one that had “Electronics” written on it and smiled; pulling out an old stereo system your mother had given you and set it up on your bed, plugging it into the nearest outlet and setting up your phone.

               “Oi! (Y/N) the neighbors want to meet you! They even offered to help with the last of our boxes,” your mother called. With a sigh of dread, you stood from your bed and almost grabbed the door handle before pausing, an awful idea forming in your head.

               When your mother didn’t receive a reply, she turned to the guests currently in your new home and gave a nervous smile.

               “I’m so sorry about this if you’d like you can come up there with me to see her. She’s normally very polite and comes down to meet the guests.” Your mother gave a nervous laugh before currently cursing you in the back of her mind. Just once couldn’t you be a normal adult? Not once had you acted normal when meeting new people. You either let your social anxiety control you or your anti-anxiety medication. Both outcomes could be, very annoying.

               The older blonde woman standing with her current husband and son just smiled and waved her hand dismissively.

               “Oh it’s no problem at all; I’m sure none of us mind and would love to meet her!” Your mother gave a quick nod and had no problem leading them to the stairs. Halfway up, she could hear the music playing in your room softly, and knew something was up.

               “mou sonnan ja hora,” the song continued. You quickly pulled on your squid hat that had the red, tired eyes and quickly broke open the box written “gag toys” on them and pulled out two large fake bongs and clambered onto the top of your bed.

               “Kokoro wa shinka suru yo,” you could hear the door rattling as your mother tried opening it.

               “Motto motto.” Right as the door swung open, you jumped off and landed on the floor in a deep crouch as the beat in the song dropped the base boosted version playing. It felt as if the entire house was shaking from how loud the current song was playing and it didn’t help that you had decided to download and play the ear rape version of it as a meme. You could hear the young man screaming in fright as you shook around the fake bongs while screaming “REEE” as the house continued to shake as if an earthquake was going off.

               You couldn’t hear what the couple was saying, but they ushered themselves and their son out of the house quickly as the music continued on. You danced in your little crab-like position, continuing to shake the bongs before your mother stormed over and unplugged your stereo.

               “We haven’t even been here for more than a few hours and you’re scaring the neighbors off by just, by being you!” Your mother yelled, stomping her foot as you carefully stood up and placed the toys and hot on your bed. You gave a roll of your eyes before smiling.

               “Come on mom, if they’re nice people and they’re willing to get to know us then they’ll come back over again to talk to us and won’t be scared off by something I did. Though, the blonde boy looked like he pissed his pants as his parents ran off with him,” you snickered. With an exasperated sigh, your mother stormed off to go continue unpacking her own room. You giggled and chuckled to yourself at the amazing joke you just pulled off and looked out the window, seeing the family just now entering the house right across the street from you. With a few taps of your fingers, you calmed down from your overwhelming joy and just thought to yourself, wondering if they would actually come back.

               Deciding it wasn’t something worth moping over; you went back to unpacking your bags. An occasional anime poster was hung on one wall while a band poster was hung on another. You need to seem somewhat normal to outdo your own ridiculousness. A small stuffed rabbit you had been given when you were born was placed upright on your dresser carefully, smiling as you remembered how simple being a child was. But now, being a high schooler in their junior year, nearing senior?! It was crazy. It didn’t help that you didn’t even get to finish your junior year, but the situation with your stepfather just, wasn’t working out and you and your mother knew it was for the best if you decided to leave, but that meant packing up during winter break, and leaving right after new year’s, leaving you almost no time to enjoy the holidays. You picked up your phone from where it had been resting connected to the stereo and checked your calendar. You had about three days left of winter break to just relax, but knowing your mother it would be spent looking around the town and getting to know your neighbors, which you thought was pointless.

               Clearing off your bed with a quick shove of some half and completely empty boxes, you tossed yourself onto the bed and decided to scroll through social media in order to pass the time.

               Yeah, getting to know people was going to be a pain in the ass.

The first song is KDA from League fo legends, the second song is this one: but it’s really loud, and I mean REALLY LOUD.

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Dazai Osamu: Russian Roulette

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     "How about a game with me? Will you entrust yourself to destiny?"      "Completely fed up with you, I have no idea what goes through your mind." 

  It wasn't often that Dazai and Kunikida would walk into a bar. The place was surrounded and filled with much tougher looking men than the brunette and the blonde combined but yet, they didn't come here to start a fight with any of these men. In fact, Kunikida had no idea what Dazai had wanted from this bar, it wasn't like either of them drank often and even when they did, they surely didn't do it around each other. Kunikida watched Dazai walk across the building with the confidence only to stop at the bar where a single person was sitting. Taking a good look at the person, Dazai simply smiled knowing full well who it was that he had walked up to. As your name left his lips, you turned to look up at Dazai and his partner in crime smirking. Kunikida could only question how he even knew such a woman to begin with. You continued to smirk up at the both of them as you crossed one leg over the others, causing your already too short skirt to slip up just a bit and reveal even more leg than necessary. You set your shot glass down while carefully slipping the cigarette from your plush, pink lips while continuing to look up at Dazai from behind the lens of your glasses. Puffing out smoke directly into his face, he hardly flinched and when you didn't get the reaction you wanted, all you could do was scoff. As you stood from your seat at the bar and shoved the cigarette into the ashtray in order to put it out, you suddenly walked off with Dazai following in tow. All Kunikida was watch in confusion and simply follow. 

     "Between me and your hobby, which is more important? Yes, I'm being this blunt." 

     "You say our views are different, but can't you understand my feelings for once?"    Things had seemed so calm in the bar, yet after a few minutes had passed and everyone had stepped outside, two guns were drawn. One from you pointed at Dazai and one from Kunikida now pointed at you. The brunette raised his hand to let Kunikida know he was in no real danger and, he reluctantly put his weapon down.        "You should be die. Do not deceive me."      "Fall into the hell. This is the end, isn't it?"      "Shoot head with gun. I've cocked my gun, so farewell."    You simply pulled the revolver close to your chest as you opened the chamber and shoved a single bullet into it before closing it up and giving it a good spin. Pulling the gun up to the side of your head, you pulled the hammer before plucking the trigger and a soft click could be heard, signaling that the compartment it had first landed in was empty. You soon repeated the action only to point it at Dazai. Another 'click' to signal his own safety. Dazai simply stared at you for a while with that same smile on his face while you scowled in anger. What a disgusting, calculating gaze.      "Spin the Russian roulette. It will shoot right through your head."      "If my feelings will never reach you, then your very existence is a nuisance."      "Once you have spun the Russian roulette, what kind of expression will you put on?"      "As a breeze softly blows by, that dapper smile of yours is rather annoying."    The game went on for about three more times before it was his turn. Your ability didn't make this game hard. Lady Luck everyone called you and your power. Oh, how this used to be your favorite game to play before you found out why you normally won. Why didn't this man ever turn off your ability when playing? Maybe then it would be more exciting. You shifted the gun just a bit to the side when pulling the trigger for the last time that night, a final shot ringing throughout the air and all Dazai could do was watch you with that same expression on his face that pissed you off. Giving a huff and putting the gun away in your jacket, you simply walked past him and back into the bar. You always hesitated, he knew this and you hated how he played you. When would your heart just finally give in or give up? Opening the door and stopping, just before you were completely in the door, you turned to the two of them while looking at the brunette. "Since you're nothing more than a brainless scum, why are you still alive? You always seem to be in high spirit, so are you just going ignore my feelings?" you asked suddenly, making him just a bit aware of your feelings. Dazai looked up at you as he became puzzled by your words, leaving you satisfied before you walked back into the bar and shut the door.      "You should be die. You lied again."      "Fall into the hell. I can tell just from your face."      "Shoot head with gun. I pretend not to notice, but I can't forgive again."                   It had been days since that last encounter, however, it didn't take long for the Port Mafia to show up and decide to take the both of you by surprise and have you locked up beside each other. Your cheek hurt as you began recalling the events, having been walking home from your daily visit to the bar for one drink and smoke till you got jumped. Recalling the memory caused your mind to surge with pain, while at the same time one of the men who had jumped you looked a bit amused as he had about two other guys with him to ensure his safety while he suddenly cut you and Dazai free. You were tempted to punch him square in the face but your ability wasn't offensive and you were pretty sure your ass would get killed if you moved wrong. One of them seemed to order Dazai to cut off your ability before handing you a gun.      "Spin the Russian roulette. It will shoot right through your head."      "I don't think I'm the one at fault. You hold full responsibility."      "Even if you spin the Russian roulette, I can no longer be comforted."      "I didn't wish for this kind of development, but I don't want to speak my true feelings."    You looked down at it before looking at them a bit puzzled by what they wanted you to do before you checked the chamber and noticed a single bullet. You did well to hide it, but if Dazai had truly cut off your power then there was a high risk of you getting shot this time around when playing the game which scared you. Sighing, you gave it a good spin before shutting the chamber. Having never been able to tell him of your true feelings worried you but maybe you'd be lucky if you both got reincarnated after this? Pressing the gun to your head, you pulled the trigger and felt your body shake with relief when the soft 'click' resounding in your ears before handing the gun over to Dazai.       "You should die. Am I selfish?"      "Fall into the hell. I love you wholeheartedly."      "Shoot head with gun. I have no regrets. Now let's be on our way."    His face was expressionless and he showed no smile this time compared to his first visit days ago. Yet, without that cocky smile of his, you didn't know if everything would work out in the end. That's how he always did it, he gave you that same annoying ass smirk or irritating smile to let you know that he knew things would be okay. He knew you would never pull the actual trigger on him but he was expressionless this time. Why did him, looking so calm like nothing was wrong with the situation, scare you so much more than the men who could kill you? After he pulled the trigger against his head, he looked at you and held the gun out to you. You could see it in his eyes, the pity and the small fear. He knew the next shot was going to be your last before he suddenly gave you that quick little smile and you knew...      "Once you have spun the Russian roulette, you smile at me."      "Then, you hand me the trigger, as I accept your determination."    Stealing a small glance off to the side to see the dark smiling faces of the Port Mafia, you smirked and took the gun from him, no longer feeling scared which didn't please the men who were watching in amusement. You suddenly tilted your head down to make it look like you muttering some sort of prayer or hold back tears while you actually scanned the room with your eyes quite quickly through the locks of your hair.      "Spin the Russian roulette. It will shoot right through my head."      "I probably didn't hate you. Thank you for all our past memories."      "Loved by Russian roulette, this is as far as I can go."      “With strength, my finger pulls the trigger. Well then, see you in the next life."    Carefully raising your hands to wipe away the fake tears you never truly shed, you carefully raised your hand with the gun to your head, shutting your eyes and thinking quietly. You looked up at them and chuckled, quickly shifting your hand to point up and pull the trigger at the only light source in the room to darken your surroundings, causing yells of anger and annoyance to ring out. Dazai quickly tackled you and kept your head down low and covered with his trench coat in order to darken the two of you and blend in with the inky blackness now shrouding the room. Both of you worked quick, him managing to take out two out of three of the men while you reloaded the gun. Managing to see well even in such a black room, you casually walked over to the man who had tripped and was now on the floor. Pulling out you're lighter from your bra, you flicked it on while pointing the now completely loaded gun down at his head.

     "Die!"

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South Park (Kyle) War

               Your heart hurt, aching from the sadness and the fear that seemed to swallow you whole. Why couldn’t you help, why couldn’t you stop things? Why did fate have to do this to you? As you stood on the battlefield in your gear, dead bodies littered the blood-red field that stretched out long ahead of you. Looking down at your fellow comrades who had just been fighting beside you moments ago, you sobbed over their dead bodies. You walked over and dropped down beside your grand wizard, his face caked with blood, his staff lying dormant beside his body. You leaned down pressing your ear to his chest, a small glimmer of hope shining at the end of a dark hallway. When you couldn’t hear anything when you could smell the burnt air around his body from his used up magic, when you felt the cold touch of his lifeless skin against yours, the light of hope was quickly diminished. You bit your lip, trying so hard to hold everything in till you were pushed past your breaking point. 

You tossed your head up to the sky, screaming in agony as if hoping that God could hear you and would bring back your friends and loved ones. You shrieked and sobbed, continuing till you felt your throat growing horse from exhaustion and couldn’t yell anymore. Moving over, you tried grabbing hold of your friendly paladin, his eyes open and void of life. You shook him desperately, watching his hair shift and his other arm simply fall to the side of his body. Nothing you could do would wake up your family.

“(Y/n) that’s enough.” You sat there in silence, feeling your tears slowly pour from the corners of your eyes tear after tear. You turned your head to the voice that had just called out to you and was faced with none other than the king who had just killed everyone you cared for. You stared at him quietly, listening and watching. Thousands upon thousands of men stood behind him, most of them damaged from the battle that had just been waged on. Seeing that bastards face fueled you full of resentment, like adding gasoline to an already uncontrollable flame. You grabbed your sword from its sheath and charged at him while screaming.

Your attack was easily deflected, knocking you on your back and the sword to go flying. You were too tired; your adrenaline run dry and any determination diminished by the deaths of your comrades. You looked up, seeing the elf king’s human right-hand man wielding his sword in a defensive position. Bastard couldn’t even fight for himself. You felt so tired; maybe taking a nap would do you some good. You tried to sit up and look at your body, looking at the scratches and dried up blood across your bare legs. You let your head rest back down on the cold grown and stared up at the sky, watching a single bird fly by. What would it be like to fly away from this situation, living free of any destiny, of any wars? The elf king quietly walked over to you, kneeling down by your side with tears in his eyes.

“Things don’t have to end like this, we can go back to what we once were,” he whispered. You looked into his green eyes as he cupped your cheek. Memories of times passed flipped through your mind like an old time movie. The times he held you close and promised you safety, the times he kissed you and promised his love to you, the times he swore to never hurt your friends. All of it, those false words were nothing but lies at this point. Looking up into his green eyes, you reminisced the good times. Stan watched from a few feet away, feeling his stomach wrench as he watched his king and his forbidden love converse.

“Not after what you’ve done to my family,” you spit. With a frown, Kyle shut his eyes tight and clenched his teeth. He grabbed your hand gently, placing a kiss onto your fingertips, remembering all the times you held his face close and promised to stay by him.

The elf king turned to his second-in-command and gave a silent nod of his head. As Stan walked over and raised his sword, you watched the circling birds quietly. Would death be swift and painless? Or would it be agony and feel like hell itself was dwelling within your body? You weren’t sure what the answer was. You slowly shifted your eyes over to Stan and forced a smile before closing your eyes. In your own personal heaven, you could live your life happily between both kingdoms, where no one would have to fight or die; where you could live happily with your elf king.

As Stan brought his sword down and the floor began to color red with your blood. Kyle stayed hunched over your body, his outfit dying with your blood. Finally breaking down, he sobbed, holding your hand close and feeling the warmth slowly drift from your body. Stan felt sick, seeing one of his own friends die by his hands. He turned his head away, holding back tears. Kyle screamed to the air in anger just like you had done.

They had won the war between the rival kingdoms, but was any of it worth this much pain?

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Rimuru Tempest: No Longer Alone

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Starring up at the trees above from beneath the deep water, you waited and listened. What was there to do when you were stuck, constantly swimming in a never-ending circle all alone at the bottom of your dark home? Being an Ashray wasn’t very much fun, not when your family and relatives had left you long ago. The dark sky was beautiful, and you could see the shining stars just barely through the tree leaves casting a shadowy abyss over your pool of water. You wondered, who among your family was alive and how many had become puddles in the sunlight. As your eyes continued to scan the stars in silence, you flapped your translucent wings and descended to the bottom of the water, quietly resting against the lake floor and closing your eyes. Daybreak would be soon, and that meant it would be time to sleep. But with nothing better to do, going to bed early seemed to be the best way to make time pass.

It wasn’t normal for an Ashray to wake during the day, or be awake at all during the sunlight shined. All the fish at night cowered away from you, hiding in multiple little holes within the floor and the side of your lake home. This also made it hard for you to eat when you got hungry so starving had to be another one of your favorite pass times. Yet, loud noises from many beings seemed to echo from above the water of your home, someone probably about to intrude upon your dwelling. You cracked open your eyes slowly, fish swimming around happily in peacefully, in plenty of bunches. Dark green figures seemed to kneel close to the edge. Their conversation was muffled due to the distance, but it didn’t sound like they’d be jumping into your waters soon. With a slight huff, you close your eyes once more and went back to sleep. On the surface, the ruler of the Tempest Alliance was standing away from the edge of the new-found lake they could use for fresh water and food resources. However, despite Gobta getting close and sticking his hands into the cool water, there was a power here he could sense. It felt like it could be strong if it was in a pack, but the power belongs to a single being, and almost felt lonely. As the blue-haired man stepped forward, he looked down into the water and quietly scanned it, none of his skills working in finding out where the current power was coming from. “I remember this area, this lake used to be guarded by many Ashrays, but it seems they’ve all disappeared. Whether they’ve left of their own accord or were killed, this lake looks safe enough for us to use now,” Benimaru spoke. Rimuru quietly turned to the Great Sage in his mind, questioning what Ashray’s were without having to embarrass himself in front of his own comrades. “This area used to be home to a large pack of Ashrays, which can often be mistaken for sea ghosts. They are completely translucent and nocturnal. If exposed to sunlight, they melt and become a puddle of water.” Rimuru nodded his head in understanding. Though invisible for now, the single power he felt must have been a leftover Ashray. With a smile, Rimuru turned back to his companions and nodded his head happily. “All right everyone, we’ll be setting up camp here for the night, we’ll fish and eat happily,” Rimuru exclaimed with a raise of his fist, everyone else cheering in happiness alongside him. Everyone set up tents as friendly chatter filled the air. Rimuru quietly stared down at the lake before walking away, deciding on helping with raising tents. As they raised the tents and a few creatures rested, the night rolled its way across the sky and small lamps and they created fires to see within the dark. Rimuru watched happily as Gobta and many others of his people ran and jumped into the water, enjoying the cool water on the hot night air. Sighing gently, Rimuru leaned back against a tree with his Kijin sitting peacefully beside him. “Hey Benimaru,” Rimuru spoke, trying to catch the attention of his subordinate. “Yes, Lord Rimuru?” “You said Ashray’s used to live here yet you couldn’t feel here anymore. Would there be a reason for a pack to leave one behind?” Benimaru quietly pondered of his King’s words, thinking and tracing back to all the information he knew about the creatures before giving a gentle shake of his head and facing Rimuru. “Ashrays hardly ever separate from their pack, much less a single person. If there was one left behind, it was by accident or on purpose. Either all the Ashray’s that once belong to this lake got named and walked off, forgetting someone, or they voluntarily didn’t want a name and stayed. Why they would do something like that is beyond me,” Benimaru shrugged before facing the lake and watching his comrades play. The slime in human form nodded his head in understanding, watching his friends swim around happily and splash water at one another. His eyes seemed to zero in on Gobta as he was suddenly yanked under water, causing Rimuru too suddenly stand from his position. “I think they left one of them behind,” Rimuru muttered. He shed most of his clothes quickly, keeping his pants and shirt, and his sword as he rushed over to the lake with a small smile, he jumped up high before falling into the lake, others quickly getting out of the water to grab their weapons. As Rimuru fell into the water he quietly stared at your form, holding Gobta wrapped up in your tail that seemed to hold a dark purple glow too it, the Great Sage speaking up in his head once more. “This Ashray’s barbed tail can scratch enemies and inflict them with poison.” Rimuru gave a small smile before pulling his sword, easily dashing and shooting himself down out through the water, grabbing Gobta carefully and avoiding a scratch from the tail. Both of you raced through the water, Rimuru quickly shooting out of the water and into the air, quickly mimicking wings to stay above the water, only for you to come to a quick halt, your form visible to all of those around the lake, your body almost the entire size of the entrance. Rimuru smiled gently and turned his head in a questioning way. “If you’re willing to calm down and talk we’ll listen to what you have to say, but starting a fight with someone like me is not a wise idea,” Rimurur called. He returned Gobta to the floor beside the lake and easily jumped back into the water, descending to the height of the Ashray before him and smiled gently. “So you’re an Ashray, and from what I’ve been told you live in packs. You should know better than to pick a fight with someone like me,” Rimuru smiled. You stared at his friendly smile and you didn’t feel any aggression from him. You calmed down, flapping your gentle wings gently in the water to stay in place. “I don’t know who you are,” you spoke. Rimuru’s eyes widened in surprise before pouting. “I’m Rimuru Tempest!” “Oh, the one the Words of the World told had formed a new nation, I’ve never seen you before, or really heard of you.” Rimuru seemed to cross his legs in the water, carefully sitting in place in front of you beneath the surface of the water, all of his friends staring down at him and yelling for him to come out. The blue-haired boy seemed annoyed, and you held your small wing out too him. “I can take you deeper, and talk with you in peace if you’d like,” you mumbled. Rimuru smiled gently and nodded his head. Listening to you speak, he could hear the sorrow and the sadness, and the slight hope of finally finding a new friend. He questioned, have you been here alone for a long time? As he quickly held onto the back of your form, you dove deeper, the light slowly dimming as you both reached the bottom. Rimuru stepped off and sat down on the floor, the noises of his patrons now a distance whisper up above. “My family left a long time ago… I stopped counting the days and wishing for their return, I knew all of my family and friends had become puddles in this world by now. Someone came by and gave a few of my pack names, granting them actual bodies to move around outside our body of water. They promised to come home, and they never did. The same man came back and granted more of us names, and more of us names. Everyone said to stay behind, watch the lake, protect it from people trying to destroy our home but now, now I’m the only one left,” you cried gently. You large body flattened against the lake floor in silence. Rimuru could sense the pain you were feeling, the loneliness, the abandonment. To be left behind, waiting, only for no one to ever return back home. Rimuru stretched his hand out and pet you softly with a small frown. “I’m sorry to hear they have abandoned you. I know you have a strong connection to this lake, but it appears to be a dark cage. How about I make a deal with you, and you’re free to reject this as you’ve done before,” Rimuru laughed gently. You picked up your head and looked at him quietly. “I’ll give you a name, and you can join me and my nation. You can come back and check and see if any of your family finally came back as many times as you like. In return, we only wish to fish here and use fresh water. I will bring no harm upon your family once they have returned here, in return you won’t be trapped here waiting alone anymore. You will have a second home and family to lean on,” he spoke. Holding his hand out gently to you, the sudden welcome-ness of his arms and thought of being able to escape and maybe even travel to find the rest of your family was exciting and overwhelming. With a quick shake of your body, you agreed, and he smiled brightly back at you. “Come, then.” Rimuru stood from the bottom of the ocean and shot up quickly, pulling himself out of the water and sitting on the grass, laying down on it with a sigh. He was quick to sit up and look down at your form, only inches from the top of the water. He placed his hand on his chin and thought quietly. He couldn’t just give one person a boring name like Fiela – 45H like he had done with the orc tribe after the Orc Lord had been defeated. As he thought and mulled names over, one finally stuck out as he looked at your form, reaching his hands back into the water to carefully pet your head. “Your name will be _____,” Rimuru smiled. His smile seemed to falter, giving a weak chuckle as he suddenly fell forward into the water with a splash, easily blacking out.

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D.Gray-Man: Agliphobia

Agliophobia: The fear of pain Life was nothing but numbers and strict calculations. There was no room in your heart for anything else to occupy it. At a young age, you had come to simply dread the idea of pain. Thinking about it made you itch, scratch, and tick at just the idea. At the age of seven, you fell over and scraped your knee, before that you had been a painless child, doing exactly what mom and dad told you not to do. At the age of fourteen, you found out what emotional pain was when your crush had mocked and laughed at you for your feelings. From then on, you locked your emotions away behind a dull and expressionless mask. You cleared your mind of any feelings of love and became a scientist under the Black Order. You left your family behind one day without looking back and decided without family ties the chances of pain were less.

It was no problem being taken under the wing of the Black Order, they trained you, raised you for the second part of your teenage life. You focused on books, keeping yourself fed, and getting proper sleep. You even asked for the chef to keep your food cold, far too worried about burning your tongue when eating hot food, or told the cook to prepare your food a certain way. Many people would get angry and yell at you. After that, you simply avoided eating till near the end, so it wouldn’t take up the entire line or cause the cooking to take forever. The cook was very accepting of your specific needs but you didn’t bother to remember their name. Remembering people, their faces, the way they acted around you, it would only hurt you in the end. However, the feelings and emotions within you became harder and harder to keep to yourself when you met them. “Oi! We’re going to go do some training! We thought maybe if you weren’t busy you’d like to come hang out with us,” some called. You looked up from your cold bowl of food and saw the many people who you bothered to remember. Their faces made you smile, their voices made you feel welcome as if part of a family. This was bad though, they were exorcists, people who went out and fought and killed Akuma, people who had a higher chance of never returning. Lavi stood there with a smile on his face, Allen and Lenalee standing not too far behind him with Kanda at the door in the distance with a glare on his face. It wasn’t too long before he walked off, clearly uninterested in a group around him. You shut your eyes, thinking quietly to yourself. Getting close was dangerous, this meant pain, this meant to hurt that would never be fixed by anyone if they all died. But ever since meeting them, you felt invincible, if one of them was there, just maybe you could make it.

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Sal Fisher: First Steps

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It had to be no later than four in the morning when you were roused out of bed due to frequent nightmares that began to plague your gentle mind when you moved into the Addison apartments. What scared you the most when you woke was there wasn’t anything you could remember about the dream. Ever since you had stepped through the main doors of the Addison apartments you had felt off, like nothing about anything was correct. As you lay in your bed struggling to catch your breath, the damp air in the room felt like a heavyweight, endlessly pushing down on your chest making it a fight just to gasp for air. You rolled over onto your side and carefully pushed yourself up, your feet meeting the floor of the cheap carpet that was laid out all over the building. Looking down, you could see the collar of your nightshirt was drenched in sweat from the warm air and possible tossing and turning you could only assume had taken place in the midst of whatever had shaken you so badly to wake you. As you stood from the bed and shuffled over to your dresser, you fumbled through whatever lean clothes were still folded and put away neatly. It was way past due for laundry to be done, but when things got too hard during the day, the only thing that would cure the never-ending emptiness in your heart was a decent nap which almost always lasted way longer than you ever intended it too. Finally finding a matching pair of clothes and some clean underwear, you walked into the bathroom and set the pile of clothes on the counter and grabbed the clean towel off the door rack to set it near the way-too-small tub. Turning on the water, you stuck your hand under it and waited for it to warm before undressing, tossing the dirty clothes in the middle of the floor before climbing in and allowing the warm water to run over your tensed nerves.

Everything was going to be okay; you just had to remind yourself that. Leaning back and closing your eyes, you let the hot water soak into your hair, and allowed it to press and stick to your skin. Closing your eyes and enjoying the sound of the running water, a sense of calm was finally able to crash over your body. Sleep was beginning to flood your system again and you felt at ease like nothing was going to go bad. It wasn’t too long before the feeling faded. 

All of a sudden the room felt colder, despite the hot running shower. Was someone breathing behind you? It felt like a pair of beady eyes was staring daggers into your back, and there was nothing you could do. This wasn’t the first time you have had this feeling. It happened when you were in the elevator by yourself or when you were at the end of a scarily vacant hallway, but now you felt completely and utterly defenseless. What good could you do, naked and soaking wet, with nothing to cover you but a shower curtain? Soon enough the threatening cold chill on your spine was gone and you could finish your shower. Rushing to finish and get dressed, you felt hot tears of anxiety and fear burn in your eyes. You dressed hurriedly, not even bothering to dry off your hair or style it in a way to keep it out of your face, you raced over to your phone and curled up in the corner of your bedroom, turning the light on and keeping your eyes open and watchful in all directions. The person whom you had dialed took a while to pick up, they sounded tired, and of course, they had every right to be. You quickly glanced over to read your clock, the red numbers displayed a crude shaped “1:32 am” and you felt the pit of your stomach churn. How could you, of all people, burden your friends with problems that were probably nothing compared to others? “_____? What the hell are you waking me up so early for dude?” They were only met with silence at the end of their question. You dug your nails into the palm of your free hand, trying to reduce the anxiety by distracting yourself with some form of pain. Hot tears shredded their way down the sides of your face as you opened your mouth, yet was unable to say anything. You couldn’t do this too them. You weren’t going to make them suffer because of you. You kept your mouth shut and fought with all of your might to speak in a tone where it sounded like nothing was wrong. The only way it came out was in a sob choking whisper. “I’m so sorry.. Never mind,” you whispered into the phone, fighting with yourself to hang up. A gentle sigh could be heard on the other end and there was a lack of response for a few minutes. “Listen, ____.. You had another one of those freakish; can’t-remember-dreams didn’t ya?” You nodded your head on the other end of the phone before only humming a response a couple of seconds later when realizing your receiver was unable to see you. No longer focused on keeping your eyes wide open on the whole room, you focused on the opposite corner of where you were sitting while listening to your friend. Another sigh came from them on the other side of the phone before one last response came. “I’ll go grab Sal and wake him up before bringing him over, alright? We’ll be there in 10 minutes, everything will be okay,” came a tired, yet hopeful response. You let out a sudden sob while exclaiming ‘thank you’ before both parties hung up the phone. You were quick to head out into the main living room which was attached to the open kitchen. Paranoia scratching at the heels of your brain, you were quick to turn on all the lights to every room you could see. The hallway light was on, thankfully your parent’s room was closed shut and they were dead asleep, unbothered by the little movie of emotions you were going through. The kitchen light was on, and last, the living room light was on. You were quick to turn your light off but close the door, making sure none of the imaginary demons could get you if there were any in the room. Throwing yourself onto the couch that was pressed up against the wall beside the apartment front door; you turned the TV on and put on some kid cartoons that were running. You made sure to keep the volume at a decent level that wasn’t loud enough to rouse your parents but loud enough for you to hear and put yourself at ease. After watching cartoons for a solid twenty minutes, you felt a little more at ease again, though your adrenaline was still pumping you and keeping you on alert. When the soft knocking came at your door, you got up from the couch carefully and looked around, making sure nothing was out to get you before turning your back to the open apartment and unlocking the door to let your friends in. Smiling nervously, you rubbed your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes before opening the door large enough for your friends to come in. First was Sal Fisher, the blue-haired boy who loved to wear his hair in pigtails and wore a prosthetic mask. Though his face was unreadable, the two large pillows and blankets he was dragging along with him and the slouched posture gave away how exhausted he must have been. Beside him stood Larry Johnson with a goofy smile on his face, he had been the one you called. You were still warming up to Sal, and to be quite honest you weren’t one hundred percent sure if the guy had a cell phone or if you were on a good enough friend level to share numbers yet. As you stepped to the side, to let them in, they took up seats on the couch and made themselves at home. You suddenly shuffled your way quickly back over to them, fretting over them like you had invited them over for a house party. “Do you guys need anything to drink? Any snacks? We can watch anything you guys want but don’t turn the volume up too high or my parent/s will wake up and then they’ll be upset,” you muttered nervously. Larry just mustered up a tired chuckle before shaking his head slowly, you took a quick glance at Sal who just closed his eyes and shook his head in the same manner. Larry gave a small yawn before waving you over to take the empty seat between him and Sal. Taking the seat between them, you were quickly smothered in warm blankets, Sal and Larry both doing their best to wrap you up in a blanket burrito with the smaller blanket they had before tossing the second over all three of you. Sal gently placed a pillow behind your head to maximize your comfort before turning and resting his back against the couch arm and looking at you quietly. “You okay to tell us what happened?” Sal spoke in such a soft tone it surprised you. Quietly scanning Sal’s mask for any movement indicating they were bothered was useless, so you turned to Larry. He looked tired, ready to pass out any moment, but forced his eyes open and smiled weakly at you as he patted your blanketed shoulder in comfort. A hot batch of tears burned their way back to your eyes, causing you to struggle to keep in control of your emotions. Despite knowing Sal for only so little, he was willing to come with Larry just to make sure you were okay through the rest of the night and it hurt your heart to know you could be blessed with such wonderful people. Swallowing down the sobs forming in your throat, you managed to free your arms from the blanket burrito before beginning to explain to the two what’s been going on. The nightmares you could remember, the horrible ones that you couldn’t, the sweating, and the irregular sleep pattern. Sal looked at you quietly, watching as you explained all your problems to them. Though Larry was intent on telling you everything was fine, Sal barely caught himself from telling you about everything that’s happened up to this point before you’ve moved here and everything they’ve found out. He could see the little red marks and small bruises on the inside of your hands, the dark circles under your eyes which must have doubled in its shade since the last time he’s had the chance to get a good look at you, and the decrease in color of your skin. Had you been eating correctly? Drinking as much water as you should? “Everything will be fine, we’ll even stay the night if it makes you feel better!” Larry’s voice had cut Sal off from his multiple questions running through his head. You had been unaware of his staring, too busy in telling your story and your feelings without sobbing like a baby. You smiled in reassurance, your tears now ones of relief as you leaned back, rejoicing in your head over the sudden stress being freed from your shoulders. Your brief inner party of happiness was soon cut quick when you remembered that Sal was currently apart of the group and you turned your attention towards him. “Are you sure Sal is okay with staying? I would hate to invade his privacy by having him stay here and seeing his face in the morning,” you bit your tongue, knowing full well that sounded worse than how you thought it would sound, “what I’m trying to say is I don’t want to see his face without his permission! It would be awfully rude of me since we aren’t super close friends yet.” Sal quietly gripped the blanket over his lap a bit tight as you spoke to Larry. He wasn’t hurt by your words, not at all! In fact, it made his chest flutter at the fact you were so thoughtful of him and his situation. Sal greatly feared that if you saw his face, it would ruin chances with you. What chances specifically? He wasn’t sure; he thought it wasn’t fair to like you right off the bat just for your looks, so starting as friends would be a good first step for him in order to get to know your personality. If being there for you through a night of anxiety, depression, and terrors were going to be one way of getting to know you then he had no problem staying. “I’ll be fine, it won’t be a big deal at all. I can sleep with my mask on,” he spoke with a shrug. You looked over at him, a frown set deep on your lips as you stared into his blue eyes. This was a slightly uncomfortable first start, but you had to take chances before you missed them. As long as he could be there for you as a best friend, then that was all he was going to need. Smiling in relief, you leaned back, adrenaline no longer pumping through your veins as you leaned back and slowly fell to one side, completely leaning on Larry while watching TV as you began to fade in and out of dream world. With a small laugh, Larry shoved you over onto Sal before finally getting in a comfortable enough position so he could sleep. Before you could really fall on Sal, you made sure to at least sit up a decent bit. Drowning out the rest of the world with cartoons and the comfort of your friends, you quietly held their hands, not looking at them, but simply enjoying the love and warmth of people you could lean on. As the beginning intro of the next cartoon began to start up, you finally zonked out, tilting your head back to rest on the couch and forgetting anything after that. It had to have only been a matter of hours later that your parent/s woke up, seeing the mess of teens on the couch. They only smiled, giving each one of you a kiss on the forehead before preparing for work and then leaving for the day, writing a small message on a sticky note for you in the kitchen. The first to rise was Sal, slowly opening his eyes to the sight of the dark ceiling, and rays of sunlight filtering through one of the broken blinds in the window. He struggled to sit up, looking down only to see a mess of bodies in some weird form of Human Jenga and you sleeping comfortably in the pit of the couch beside him. You weren’t beautiful, your hair wasn’t perfect, and you didn’t wake up with fresh makeup on or anything like that. You didn’t look anything like movies or books had described in situations like this but even so, Sal was happy with what was next to him. He reached out, gently patting your head in a comforting gesture before pulling the blanket up a bit and somehow managing to roll over. Yeah, starting out as friends wouldn’t be too bad of a first step.