I don't own South Park or it's characters. The only thing I own here are my OCs who are going to be in the next chapter. So without futher ado, I present to you, Camp Sucksabunch! Enjoy! :D


Fourteen year old Kyle Broflovski stretched his arms for the first time in three and a half hours. The car ride to Camp Sucksabunch was long, and even though he had shared it with his best friend, Stan and his other friend Kenny, he was more than grateful it was over. Cartman, thank God, had gotten his own ride with his mother. Kyle shuddered at the thought of a three and a half hour car ride with the annoying fat boy. Stan was glancing over the camp with a critical eye.

"Dude…two weeks without video games." He lamented.

"Two weeks without electricity." Kyle added mournfully.

"Two weeks without porn." Kenny moaned.

"We have to live like Kenny for two weeks?" A third voice chimed in, announcing the largest of the four boys. Kenny glared at him and offered him his middle finger in reply.

Kyle sighed. Two weeks stuck in this awful camp while their parents enjoyed their absence. Kyle and Stan's dad thought it would be a great idea to send them off to camp where they could learn "how to rough it in the outdoors." as Stan's dad had put it. Kyle could almost hear his own father's voice in his ear: "When we were your age, we spent time outside! We didn't sit in front of a TV all summer like you boys do; we went hiking, fishing, and built campfires, what you need is a good outdoor experience."

Could this get any worse? Kyle wondered miserably.

"But maaaaaam! I don't want to stay here! I want to go home!" Cartman whined.

"Now Eric, you'll have so much fun here with all your little friends!" Ms. Cartman smiled sweetly at her son.

"But maaaaaam!"

"No buts, Poopsykins." Ms. Cartman chided her son in the same sugary, sweet tone. "Now let's go find the counselors and get you boys settled in!"

"C'mon, boys." Mr. Marsh added, leading the other three reluctant boys.

When they entered the camp, Stan saw a very familiar raven-haired teenaged girl. "Wendy?" Stan exclaimed, his baby blue eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Oh my God, Stan!" Wendy squealed and ran over to where her boyfriend and his friends were. Stan and Wendy hugged each other like they haven't seen each other in several years. They pressed their lips against each other and kissed passionately until Stan vomited on Wendy's new halter top. Wendy laughed. She was used to having Stan's breakfast, lunch, and sometimes dinner all over her.

"Oh wonderful, the bitch is here too." Cartman spat at Wendy.

Wendy's dark brown eyes narrowed and shot daggers at him. "Look, I'm not thrilled about seeing your fatass here either, but if you don't want me beat you to a bloody pulp again, I suggest you keep your fucking comments to yourself, or did you not learn your lesson the last time?" Wendy threatened, one of her French tipped fingers pointed at Cartman.

Cartman flinched, remembering the brutal fight he and Wendy had when they were nine.

Stan smiled at Wendy. He thought maybe summer camp wasn't such a horrible idea.