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So I already have like five fanfics to continue? And even one to restore? And here I am choosing to start a new one? Oh I never learn do I?
Well in my defense, this idea was too neat to ignore, and thus this story was born. The next chapter will possibly (more like definitely) be longer, but the content is what matters after all. Anyway hope ya´ll enjoy it^ ^"
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Incognito - more like Finito
Prologue/Chapter 1: Unrequired housekeeping
Kyle's POV
"Marjorine I swear - if you as much as TOUCH that vase I- god dammit…"
The Redhead twitched when the sound of shattered glass filled the room. The small - or trather big, nest of fur jumped down onto the floor, elegantly tripped past the shards before leaving the room like he owned the world.
"Well shit, where's the vacuumer again…" Kyle shook his head in disbelief, searching through the room to try and get an idea on where it could be.
'Yes Butters I will check on your house each day. No Marjorine won´t be any issues at all.' Ugh the fuck were I thinking back then?! Hell I didn't know that asshole of a cat would end up being such a bother, god I could be back studying now!
He groaned, heading upstairs to search through other areas of the house.
Family Stoch found themselves back in hawaii for the moment being, and according to what Kyle had been told - it seemed like they would be gone for some time. Probably weeks. Much to his dismay. If there was something the boy would rather prefer spending his afternoon and weekends on, it would be reading a book or study economy.
This bullshit….. ugh I throw away precious time on what - looking after an half-assed cat and an empty house? How much did he pay me again - wait do I even get paid?! Oh god I don't get paid!
"Well that´s it! I´ll just clean up the mess this devil made - I don't doubt Cartman has been the influence - as the cat maniac he is. And then I´ll get my ass back home and study for the finals."
A soft sigh left him as he did his best to calm himself down, walking back and forth through second floor to find the required item. Though judging on how he had used a little over 20 minutes on that task, it was fair to say he was failing. Miserably.
Vacuum vacuum…. where the HELL do people store their vacuum?! Like isn´t it just in the, idk - spare bedroom or something? Or just in a closet of some kind? But nooo - it´s playing find Waldo with me! Fuck fine… where's my phone again - I´m dialing that nitwit…. just hope the call won't be too expensive, shit that wouldn't be any good… hmm did I put in in the bedroom or the living room….
The Redhead didn't use much time on correctly assuming where his phone were, as he soon rushed to the bedroom he was borrowing. Whom were Butters´ own personal room. One could easily say Kyle was one of the lazy ones.
"Phone phone phone…. where have you hid yourself - got it!" he snatched the phone with a grin, falling down onto the bed as he went ahead calling the boy. The luck seemed to finally be back with him when Butters answered the phone seconds later.
"O-oh hey Kyle… wh-what´s up?" He stuttered slightly. As he always did once in awhile.
"Dude - where the fuck is your vacuum? Your lil sh- cat broke a wase and I gotta clean it up."
"Vacuum? Oh boy I´m not sure myself, i-it's been some time since I used it, hold on for a second will ya?" Without waiting for any answer the mic was covered, and low mumbling was all Kyle was able to hear. Impatiently tapping with his foot.
"Ah yeah Kyle - d-ad says i-it´s in the basement. Heh boy know it sounds like an odd place for it to be, but he said something about things being too crowded and all. Oh! Could you check Marjorine for lice? I- I'm so worried about her fur getting all messed up and all - a-and it may be contagious."
"Lice? Yeah okay I'll do that, once I find the brush. Thanks Butters. Later."
Once the boy had responded with a 'bye', the Redhead hung up before gently placing his phone into his back pocket. Standing up to get right back into his task. Though half-way through the room, the sudden movements of the curtains caught his attention.
"Huh? Hmm maybe the window… fuck I probably forgot to close it if I know myself well enough."
He huffed, turning on his heels to walk straight back to where he started. Approaching the window to check it's status. Unexpectedly closed.
"Hmmm…." He shook his head. "Probably just my movements that caused a slight breeze - or could just be my stress. Who knows. Whatever I sh- AGH- "
Quickly gagged and blindfolded, Kyle soon found himself helplessly in someone's grasp. Pondering not over who it could be or why, but how they even entered the house. The main door was locked and all windows was closed. That's at least what he assumed.
omgomgomgomgomgomomg - Kyle relax! Wait no - fuck what do I even do in a situation like this?! Oh just wait until Butters hear about this I´ll-! more like IF he hears about it… maybe I never returns? Maybe I get replaced? Tortured and mocked? Killed?
nonononononono relax relax - I'M SURE - I'm sure that won't happen! Hell… how should I really know, I could die any second
The Redhead remained still, mostly out of being shocked and trying not to piss himself out of fear. Typical his luck, some bullshit always happened to the poor boy.
He could feel his heart going nuts and senses being sharpened while he lay in the grasp for, who knows how long. Having temporarily lost his sight, his perception of time were both confusing and unreliable. Could have just been a few minutes. Or hours. He had absolutely no clue. Though eventually, the blindfold were removed, as the boy needed a few minutes to recover the returned sight. Twitching at the light.
"Mmmm….. mmmpf?" Kyle mumbled muffled, blinking as he frantically looked around.
Hmm, seems like it's not that bright after all… ugh now it's too dark. So freaking uncomfortable…. okay okay maaaaybe I should rather focus on what matters here - GETTING OUT OF - wherever THE FUCK I AM.
When he eventually got used to the brightness - or lack of brightness, in the room he now found himself in, he managed to calm himself down slightly. Though that didn't last for long once something whom moved in the shadows caught his attention. Or rather someone.
"Oh sheet….."
A low and dark voice spoke up, mumbling something unrecognizable under his breath. Squinting, the Redhead managed to make out the stranger's appearance. Despite looking rather mature, possibly even older than himself, his height caused him to appear younger. A scruffy and opaque like brown hair softly framed in his rather sharp facial features. Eyes matching pretty well with his messy hair. Holding a piece of paper, he glanced between that and Kyle for a minute of so, in complete silence.
"Seems like we have a problem, merde."
