Chapter Notes
This fic's title is inspired by the album Chaotica by Fiction 8, as I saw the entire story with every song.
Note: I was able to clean this up, so any sex scenes that were in this are now gone. I'm happy about it.
It still is implied, though.
The mass text was sent to everyone three weeks before summer vacation. It was an invitation from an old ally, Buttlord himself, or as what he now referred himself as, Blink. It was addressed to the Freedom Pals, a call to arms, to defend South Park once again from a horrid evil.
Harrison had a lot to live up to, given that his legacy was the time-altering fartkour master, and even if he had long ended his fartkour carrier, he knew that recreating himself was something unheard of. He wanted to do it, though. He wanted to bring back the excitement of his childhood now that they all were one summer away from graduating high school.
He hoped he could get the turnout he desired, because he knew most of his friends were trying their damndest to make it into the college of their choice, but because of it their minds were obsessed with the future. Now of all times, was a great time to reclaim the here and now. The last summer before everyone went off into their own path would be one to remember, because if he didn't do it now, then there wouldn't be a next time.
A separate text was sent to a boy that was currently on house arrest, his phone blinking faster than the light on his ankle monitor. He assumed he had been forgotten, after having appeared before the court and pleading for a lesser sentence than what his victim had wanted. He managed to skirt the five years in prison with six months house arrest and twenty-five hours of community service.
She still hated him, but even though the girl didn't carry the curse anymore Eric Cartman still had those tormenting thoughts about her. The restraining order was still in play, however.
He unlocked his phone, reading the text that appeared from an unknown phone number.
It's time for The Coon to make a come back.
He grinned at that.
Blink gazed at the familiar house he was to trespass into, blinking as he studied the second-floor windows. He realized after a moment whose room was whose, getting up from the tree he was posted at and leaping from the branch, crouching as he came into contact with the ground below. He melded with the shadows, blinking, and suddenly he was inside the target home, in the spacious basement.
It looked impressive, in his opinion. Computers lining most of the walls, monitors displaying camera feeds of every point in the city, the target he came to deliver the message to had set up a great laboratory, one that rivaled Doctor Timothy's. He scanned the room, eyeing the open futon in the corner. It looked like it was just inhabited, and he stepped over to feel the sheets. They were still warm.
The basement door opened, and Blink stepped back into the shadows, eyeing his target as she made her way downstairs, clad in a simple tee and pyjama bottoms, the patch over her right eye displaying words that read 'I c u'. She held a steaming cup of coffee in her hand, her sharp green eye looking tired.
When she was in range Blink stepped out from the shadows, effectively startling her. Actually, she jumped so badly that the coffee spilled all over the floor, her eye wide as she took a step back.
"Who the fuck are you?" She cried out, grimacing at the very second that she remembered that she had the basement soundproofed. She cursed inwardly, taking another step back.
"I've come here as a messenger today, Alice Horowitz." Blink spoke up suddenly, offering to show her the manilla envelope he kept on him. "The Freedom Pals have been watching you for quite a while, and a fellow superhero has vouched for you, wishing for your assistance."
Alice's eye twitched. "What?"
"Mysterion thinks highly of you, Alice." He continued, "He wishes to invite you into the Freedom Pals' family, and in here, you will find the needed materials to forge your own identity." He stepped forward, offering her the envelope.
Alice reached over to take it, relaxing just slightly. "Mysterion…huh?" The name was familiar to her, and a sly grin curved her lips. "I know of Mysterion." She also had run-ins with the vigilante, and it always ended up with her in bed with the superhero, though he refused to take his mask off even if the man was nude everywhere else.
Blink nodded, "You will find everything you need in the envelope." He instructed, glancing towards the door. "I also have a message for your twin, however-" He looked hesitant to leave, with good reason. "Is Elizabeth armed , at the moment?" He asked nervously.
Alice let out a laugh, unable to help the grin from forming. "I can give it to her if you need to save your balls tonight." She ...winked?
"An ordinary citizen cannot deliver the missive." The superhero said harshly, "I cannot trust outsiders to handle such important details!"
She giggled a little, nodding. "I can always give her a heads up, if you want. Better than going in blindly, don't you think?" She stepped over to her computer table to retrieve her phone, shooting her sister a quick text. "Meet her in the kitchen, just don't touch the cookies." She said suggestively, "Those aren't for you."
Blink nodded, stepping back into the shadows and waiting for Alice to turn her attention away, blinking slowly, and stepping out into the darkness of the living room. The kitchen's light was already on, putting all attention to a plate of delicious cookies in the middle of the table. He stepped over to the table and reached for one of the cookies, curious despite his knowledge about the dreaded Horowitz confectioneries.
"I wouldn't touch those." A voice stopped him, and he turned back to see the sister stepping down the stairs, her unnerving smile shadowed while her green eyes cut through the dark. "Unless you're fond of uncontrollable bowel movements." She added with a small grin, her hand keeping the opening to her robe closed.
"No, I'm not." Blink said quietly, "I'm here as a messenger tonight." He turned towards her, holding out a similar manilla envelope. "The Freedom Pals have watched you, Elizabeth Horowitz. Your assistance is required on behalf of one of our own." He felt nervous under her gaze, like she was picking him apart without his knowledge.
She quirked her brow, stepping forward. When she did the light illuminated the hand that was at her side, and in that hand was a baseball bat. "Go on."
"I-uh-uhh-" Blink couldn't stop staring at the bat, shaking just slightly. "Haven't they told you-don't shoot the messenger?" He tried weakly.
She glanced down at the bat in her hands, only smiling. "Forgive me, this is just reassurance. I'm sure if your Freedom Pals have been watching me, then you should have been informed of this."
"Dude…no, not really." His character broke, "We kinda pulled straws and I got the short one, like they knew or some shit-" He cursed under his breath, regaining his composure. "I'm here on behalf of Call Girl, as she has vouched for you and wishes a quick response." He shakily handed her the envelope. "Everything you need to know, and everything you need to continue, is inside this."
Elizabeth used the hand clutching her robe to take the envelope, looking at how elegant her name was written on the top. "What do I do with this, then?"
Blink stepped back, just in case. "Look it over, fill it out, and I will return on Friday night to take it and give it back to the Freedom Pals. I will visit your sister first, so she can alert you like she did tonight."
She nodded quietly, holding the envelope close to her person. "You may return now." She said, which sounded more like a threat than a farewell.
Butters was officially living with the Horowitz family now, Alice having given her bedroom upstairs to the boy after Richard and the Stotches had a heated argument. Butters was apparently in trouble for allowing Richard to pay his bail and offer him a room, but since the boy turned seventeen he applied to be emancipated from his parents. There was a lengthy court battle, where the Stotches vehemently insulted him in various ways and trying to discredit him from being competent enough to live without them. Richard came to Butters' defense, and his new therapist, and because Gerald was his lawyer, Butters managed to get free from his parents' grasp. The months following the trial Butters was gifted with Alice's room, as he was unceremoniously kicked out of the house by his father and rendered homeless, with all of his stuff left on the front lawn.
He was doing better with his new family now, gaining some confidence he lacked before.
His happy whistling broke Alice out of her concentration, as she sat in the kitchen looking over the character sheet she was given. She already had a name filled out and the idea for the costume. She was impressed with the class choices she was given, hovering her pen over gadgeteer with a grin.
"Heya Al!" He greeted her cheerfully, "What'cha lookin' at?" He stepped closer to eye the sheet, his eyes widening. "Oh, so you're gonna play with us?" He looked excited, as ever since the mass text he had been working on his costume.
Alice nodded, "Yeah, Mysterion vouched for me." She looked over at him, "Apparently Liz has one too, and wants me to help her with it. I have a few ideas…"
Butters sat next to her, looking over the sheet, "Oh holy moly, a gadgeteer! That's what I am!"
"Oh?" She smiled at that, "I'm in the cool kid's class then." She teased, nudging his shoulder.
He chuckled at that, setting the paper down. "Yeah but I ain't in the Freedom Pals." He admitted, grinning nervously. "I'm a super villain!"
Alice quirked a brow, "My Buttercup is a super villain?" She couldn't see it.
His grin faded then, turning into a pout. "Yeah but I'm the only one. It's kinda lonely."
The brunette watched him, thinking. "That's a bunch of crap." She took her sheet back and looked it over again, "I'm getting inspired now," A grin formed, one that looked almost wicked. "Kenny won't be happy, but I think I'm better suited for evil."
His sea green eyes widened at that, "R-really? That'd be really neat, Al!" He looked genuinely happy about the decision, "I-If you want, I can help ya on your costume." He offered, "Liz too, if she wants."
Alice thought it over, nodding. "I think I'll take you up on that offer, kiddo. I have a couple of projects at the moment that require my full attention." She flipped through the other papers in her envelope and pulled out a diagram. "This is my costume, I hope you can work with that. I have the materials for everything, old dancing leotards and a pirate costume from two years back. The cowl is the one part I need to get fabric for." She tapped the paper.
He looked it over carefully, "Well gee, Al. Where's the eyepatch?" He looked over to her and laughed at her grin. "W-what?"
"I have a special project for that." She would have winked, but it didn't work with one eye.
Butters nodded, getting up from his seat, "I can whip these up in a jiffy, I got one of those heavy duty sewing machines for projects like this." He smiled proudly, "My costume is already hangin' in the closet. Ooh I haveta make plans for my minions!" He suddenly looked alarmed. "Oh hamburgers! I don't have enough money-"
Alice reached over to pat his shoulder. "If you need help, you know you can ask us."
He frowned at that, "Aw shucks, Al. Ya'll have given me so much already, I can't-"
"My dad's really into stocks, how do you think I can afford all those electronics?" She smiled reassuringly. "He won't mind loaning you some cash, you're already part of the family."
He looked unsure, "Mr. Horowitz won't be sore with me?"
"I'm positive, Buttercup." She insisted.
Butters launched himself at Alice then, hugging her tight and smiling broadly. He wished he could just stay in her arms forever.
Stan pinched the bridge of his nose, "He's refusing to play." He explained, looking over at his friend as he stood at her front door. "I tried already to convince him to join us but he's giving this excuse about having too much shit to do. So I thought that maybe you'd be able to…"
Elizabeth stared at him flatly, "We're not together anymore, Stanley." She said it factually. "Why do you think Kyle will listen to me?"
Stan groaned, scratching his head. "Because he still listens to you, Liz. He puts a lot of trust in you after coming out to you first and all…"
She smiled sadly, "That's because he was afraid you'd dump him as a super best friend, Stanley. I don't think that me being his ex is going to help him decide to play with us."
"Well, you and Wendy and Kyle are the trifecta of overachievers and if he sees that you're agreeing to join the game, then he might change his mind." He reasoned, putting his hands together, "I really want him to play with us, Liz."
Elizabeth leaned against the door, glancing at her car. "I suppose I could try…" She gave him a hopeful smile.
Twenty minutes later she was sitting in her car in front of the Broflovski home, regretting at once in her acceptance to help Stan talk to Kyle. She had effectively avoided the home like the plague after her and Kyle's amicable break-up, mostly because Sheila and Gerald weren't up to date on their first son being gay. Sheila still talked to Richard now and then, and still had the grand idea that Elizabeth and Kyle were a great couple that could give her brilliant grandchildren. Elizabeth didn't have the heart to tell her that she never wanted kids, or marriage. Kyle was just afraid of his mother's broken heart when he finally decided to tell them his sexual orientation, also acing his mother out of potential grandkids.
Ike, however…
"Are you going to come in or what?"
The fact that Ike was suddenly at her car made her scream in surprise, effectively jumping in her seat. "Isaac!" She hissed out, her mouth forming a thin line when the boy opened the passenger door and sat inside.
"Sup." He grinned, reaching for the exposed pack of cigarettes in her cup holder before she smacked his hand back.
"Get your own." She snapped, taking the pack and shoving them away.
"So, come here to battle against Hurricane Sheila or are you here for ulterior motives?" He questioned then, shifting in the seat to face her. "The longer you sit in here the more you come off as one of those stalker ex girlfriends, but I can totally see myself making out with you despite that." He grinned at her in the signature Kenny charm, as Ike looked up to the boy in the orange parka and wished to emulate him in every way.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, unbuckling her seatbelt. "I'm too old for you, kid."
"Hey, I like my women older, you know." He winked at her, "Wanna know about the time I banged a school teacher?"
Elizabeth finally got out of the car, refusing to answer the child as she stepped towards the house. He followed her, quirking a brow in interest. "I wouldn't go in there, Liz." He ran up to her and took her hand, leading her away from the front door. "Mom's been aching to invite you for dinner."
She groaned at that, "How the fuck am I supposed to talk to Kyle? His phone is on silent."
Ike lead her to the side of the house and ran back to the door, and Elizabeth stood in her faux leather jacket in the cold, waiting patiently while Ike retrieved his brother.
"What's so important that you gotta drag me out here?" Kyle's voice argued from the front door.
"It's a surprise, common!" Ike answered.
Elizabeth stepped back, turning towards Kyle when he rounded the corner. "Hey." She waved slightly.
Kyle didn't really expect to see his friend here, as he was mostly at her house and never the other way around. "Liz?" He frowned, "What are you doing over here?"
Elizabeth smiled slightly. "I tried calling you, but you never answered."
Ike leaned against the wall, "Kyle's been going over his SAT questions all day. He's getting really dull now that he's testing for Harvard."
"You can go now, Isaac." Elizabeth said finally, smiling at him.
"Why? I wanna see what happens." Ike argued, "Obviously you're not here to get back together with him now that he swings for the other team-"
"Ike!" Kyle shouted.
Elizabeth sighed, "This is about something else, Isaac. Shoo."
Ike rolled his eyes and made himself scarce, and Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. "Christ. You know he has a crush on you, right?" He asked then.
Elizabeth snorted in amusement, "He's got a crush on everyone with boobs over a size B cup. Anyway, I'm not here about that." She leaned against the wall, "When have you given yourself a break from the books?" She questioned then, quirking a brow.
Kyle quirked his head to the side, "What's all this about?"
"Well, I was visited by an amusing masked man the other night, and he invited me to play and interesting little game…" She smirked.
"Mother fuck-you?" Kyle looked at her like she was bluffing. "Please tell me you didn't accept."
Elizabeth shrugged, "Honestly, I'm quite intrigued by the concept."
Kyle cursed under his breath, leaning against the wall now. "Damnit Stan, did he send you?"
"Maybe, he thought I could convince you to come out of your shell for some fun." The brunette smiled, "I honestly think it's worth thinking about."
"It's childish and stupid." Kyle muttered, "Liz, what about Yale? You're also working on your studies. We can't just stop everything for a stupid summer game because of some kind of lost childhood thing or whatever Stan told me."
Elizabeth glanced at him, not answering.
"We're going to be seniors next year, Liz." Kyle continued, "We're going to be adults with responsibilities and we can't afford to drop this shit for something so trivial."
"Are you done?" Elizabeth asked, seeing Kyle groan quietly and nod to himself. She stepped away from the wall then, "You see it as something trivial, but what I see is something with potential." She began, turning to him. "Of course it's asinine and childish, it's supposed to be. At one point in my life, I'd be against this entire idea, but there's something different." She held out her hand, wiggling her fingers. "I no longer have a horrible curse hanging over my head, and I also have friends for the first time ever."
Kyle winced at that, remembering the start of junior year.
"Think of it this way. You're given an opportunity to do something great, Kyle. Even Alice is excited about this. Harvard and Yale, they're not going anywhere." She smiled at him, reaching over and taking his hands. "You're being given one last chance to make memories before we're all going our separate ways, so why not do something childish? I don't know what Stan told you but I think that's what he was trying to say."
Kyle managed a small laugh, squeezing her hands. "He told me this whole thing about reclaiming our childhood and having fun, nothing as thought provoking and elegant like how you said it."
Elizabeth gave him a challenging grin, "You have two weeks left, Kyle. When the clock strikes midnight, you're either a citizen or a player. I hope to see you with us."
Kyle slowly smiled, "I'll think about it, Liz. Your perspective on the game is something I never thought about."
Elizabeth let go of him then, stepping away. "I wish I could stay longer, but I don't want to chance Hurricane Sheila." She bid him a wave and ran back to her car.
Kyle watched her drive away, sighing and looking at his hands before sticking them in his pockets and returning to the door.
In the basement of Token's fancy mansion, five boys sat around the center table. Craig, Kenny, Token, Harrison and Stan, all of them looking over character sheets that they collected from potential players.
"Who vouched for the little guy?" Kenny asked as he read over Ike's sheet.
"Toolshed." Stan answered, grinning. "Kid's got a bunch of potential." He set aside the form in his hand, "It seems like Cartman's in the game."
Harrison groaned, "How did he get a fuckin' character sheet?" He reached for the form and read it over, "Christ, he's a supervillain now?"
Token shrugged, "I say let him be one, Professor Chaos is our only supervillain."
"Dude," Kenny didn't look amused, "He's fucking evil incarnate and making him a supervillain is like giving him a doomsday weapon."
Craig rolled his eyes, skimming over the next sheet. "Seems like we got a third supervillain guys, and this one's our own favorite prank queen." He grinned at the form, laughing when Kenny lunged over the table to snatch it from his hand.
"Christ." Kenny scanned the form, looking irritated at the announcement. "Dude, she told me she was going to be a hero! This is fucking horrible."
Token glanced over Kenny's shoulder, "I don't see the problem, man. I think she'd be great."
"That's the fuckin' problem!" Kenny almost shouted, "Guys, you know Alice. We all know what she's capable of." He slammed the sheet down, "Given the chance at being an evil genius, she can actually be as worse as Cartman. The last thing we need is Alice embracing the art of villainy."
Harrison set his sheet down, quirking a brow. "Dude."
"Never thought about that." Craig said evenly, "She is pretty evil already."
"Exactly." Kenny stood up, stepping towards the stairway. "I'm gonna talk to her."
Stan reached over to take Alice's sheet to skim it over after Kenny left. "Never thought I would hear Kenny say that his girlfriend was as evil as Cartman."
Token laughed, "That's because Alice is inherently nice, and uses her talents for good instead of evil."
"Kenny's dating a hotter female version of Cartman, then." Craig surmised, snorting in amusement. "That's hilarious."
"I wouldn't go that far." Token said seriously, "Alice is just an intelligent girl, that's all."
"So intelligent that she's still dating Kenny McCormick." Craig said blandly, dodging Stan's fist.
"Christ, Craig. Leave them alone, all you do is fucking shit on their relationship." Stan argued.
"Okay girls," Harrison spoke up, waving one of the forms. "Get back to sorting."The room smelled like burning ions, mostly because Alice was hunched over the desk, soldering wires into a board. She was meticulous with her work, checking a printed out sheet of paper with the diagram of the board every now and then as she melded chips and wires into their specified places. A doorbell went off overhead, and Alice stopped to glance at the main security feed, seeing Butters standing at the door to the basement with a box in his hands. She leaned over to press a red button, activating the electronic lock at the door and setting off a red light that alerted the boy to his admittance.
"Mail's here!" Butters said in a chipper voice, heading downstairs while Alice shut off the iron and covered her project. She smiled at the sight of the box, marked eBay on the cardboard. "Gee Al, whatcha buy that required a signature?"
"A prosthetic eye." She shrugged, and Butters set the box down on the table, blinking.
"C-can I see?" He asked, ready to open the box. When Alice nodded, he went about opening the box and dug into the piles of packing peanuts for a smaller box, holding a single blue glass eye. "Blue?"
Alice grinned, reaching over to it, "I thought my character deserved a heterochromia feel to her." She eyed it carefully, "I always liked blue eyes." She reached up to caress his cheek, smiling at his sea-green eyes. "You almost have blue eyes, you know. If they're in a certain light, they become a lovely shade of blue."
Butters flushed at the caress, tentatively reaching up to feel her hand and keep it there, enjoying her touch. "Gee Al, I kinda like your eyes too-they're like trees. Trees in the summertime, yanno? When the sun is up high in the sky an' shining down on them. Looking at you makes me think of summertime."
Alice managed to blush slightly at that, glancing away sightly and chuckling. "Kenny says they're something like emeralds. You actually put a great spin to it though, something not so cliche and more descriptive."
"Honestly, Al, I could stay here all day an' just look at ya." He was forcing himself to be calm, but his heart was pounding wildly. "You're just that beautiful."
Alice looked back at him, instantly shying her gaze away once again and not really knowing how to respond to that. She quickly removed her hand from his face when someone cleared their throat, both of their attentions switching towards the sight of Kenny at the top of the steps.
Butters suddenly look flustered, "Ke-Kenny!" He made some uncertain sounds and stepped away from Alice, whimpering out a quick apology and passing him quickly as he ran back up the stairs, leaving them alone in the room.
Alice's nerves washed away at the sight of her boyfriend, and she relaxed against her chair, putting her feet up against the desk. "So, what brings you by?"
Kenny didn't like how casual she was, not after what he just saw. Yes, he was jealous, Butters and Alice shared something that he could never touch. The boy even lived under her roof, and it made them closer than he wanted them to be. But he was always a jealous person, and this visit wasn't about calling Alice out on her too-close friendship with Butters. This was about her decision in the game.
"What's the deal, Al? We were supposed to fight evil together and now I learn that you're switching sides?" He didn't hide his irritation.
Alice quirked a brow, "Oh that? I suddenly felt like switching it up." She smiled cooly, "Nothing against Mysterion, Ken, but I think I'd be more useful to the dark side."
Kenny frowned, "Alice, you realize how evil you can be without trying, right?"
She removed her feet from the table, straightening up, "I'm not doing this for the sake of being evil, babe. I thought it over. I don't really think it's fair, that's all."
He stepped back and found the futon, sitting down. "What isn't fair?"
Alice followed him, sitting next to the blonde and leaning against him, "I don't like how Butters is the only supervillain, and so I decided to rectify that."
Kenny looked at her, sliding an arm around her shoulders. "You're doing this just so Butters won't be alone?" He asked incredulously.
She smiled playfully at him, hooking her arms around his waist, "But wait, there's more." She grinned then, a challenging one. "Imagine both of us being on the opposing teams, how intense the battles will become, and maybe Mysterion is cornered by Psychotique, oh poor Mysterion, how will he ever get out of this?" She leaned up against him, her hands sliding up his chest while she continued whispering in his ear, "Suddenly she overpowers him, and there's a struggle, whoever ends up on top is now in charge, you see, and it continues to get steamy when one of them has their way with the other…" She licked the shell of his ear, grinning when he shuddered in response. "Being a villain has it's good sides, Kenny…" She continued, laying a kiss on his cheek.
His resolve was breaking quickly, and she knew he was giving it a second thought. Alice continued whispering hot and enticing details about how the battle for dominance would go, and he couldn't help but groan at the right times. She already had her hand down his waistband now, teasing his growing erection and attempting to break him. Christ, they were already on the bed and it would be so easy to just grab her and take her then and there, but that's what she wanted. Truthfully, that's what he was starting to want to, when he finally turned his head to kiss her desperately.
Words went out the window, and Alice got her way. Kenny was pinning her to the futon and attacking her neck with his teeth and tongue, biting a mark into the pink flesh and making sure it wouldn't fade. She whimpered against him, her hands being useful and shedding him of his coat, splaying her hands under his shirt and making delightful sounds that egged him on. He only broke contact for a moment so he could finally strip, and goddamn her, all she had on was overalls and an undershirt. No bra, no panties, like she expected this, the conniving woman.
It was hard to tell who was in charge in the bed, because Alice pretended she wasn't in control perfectly well, however she maneuvered Kenny in a way that he sometimes wondered if she was the puppetmaster, and he couldn't help but groan at the thought that it was just the illusion of control. She was evil, and he liked it. Why was he upset again?
It wasn't fucking anymore, it used to be at one point, that time in the middle of the fucking school year when she effectively teased him into a horrible tormenting frustration, like it was some kind of game of 'Make Kenny Come Without Touching' or whatever was in her devious head at the time. The first time took five minutes, the second time was only an hour later and soon they were fucking three times a week, because he was growing keen on her tactics. He remembered a perfectly lovely moment in the janitor's closet after she made him aware that she wasn't wearing panties under her new fucking skirts. She hated skirts and dresses, but now found them quite useful for teasing Kenny with, and made sure they were short enough for him to have easy access.
Well, that one thought drove him over the edge and he came with a grunt, leaning down to attack her neck again and continuing to ride out his own orgasm. She had already came minutes ago, moaning his name lovingly into his ear.
They laid there for about fifteen minutes, catching their breath between sated hums and lazy giggles. Alice fit perfectly against his body, smiling in that way that told him she had gotten her way again. He didn't really mind if she got her way, as it meant he got laid because of it.
"Promise me you won't go too far." Kenny said then, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Alice giggled, "What do you mean?"
"The villainy thing, just...promise you won't go too far with it." He repeated, kissing her shoulder.
She thought it over for a moment, humming softly. "I won't."
He smiled then, closing his eyes for a moment.
Neither of them noticed the basement door being open slightly for the entire time they had sex, and Butters made sure to keep himself quiet for the entire act.
The weeks were dwindling down, and Butters had finished with Alice's costume in the second week, the third dedicated to Elizabeth's uniform. She didn't want something like Alice was going for, loathing to show too much skin for a simple costume. Her costume matched her identity, a black form-fitting bodysuit that was high in the neckline and cut at the arms and legs, a gray dapper vest with pinstripes and a black and gray plaid skirt. She was using the long black satin gloves that she had on for Homecoming. Black stockings that stopped at her thighs and boots to match. She had to go to a craft store for her mask, a white one that was chiseled vertically in half to match the one from Phantom of the Opera, covering her face while contacts replaced her glasses.
Alice's costume showed more skin, but it fit her personality. A blue leotard with white stockings, thigh-high brown leather boots and a matching brown leather utility belt, small brown leather gloves on her hands. She also had a cowl made of metallic blue fabric that dropped to her ankles.
Butters' costume had evolved over the years, replacing the tin foil of his Professor Chaos outfit with silver metallic fabric. Putting it on made him feel invincible, like he could do just about anything. Seeing Alice in her costume sent a shiver up his spine, especially when she put the blue eye on. It made her look real, and he yearned to take her gloved hand and kiss the top. Her name was Psychotique, yes, but in his heart she was Lady Chaos.
Elizabeth's name was Masquerade, and a half-hour before the game was about to start Alice had finally gifted her sister with something special, an electric violin. It was finely crafted and had more to it than the fine metal of its skeleton, and Elizabeth ran her fingers across the metal strings, humming in delight as she looked over the craftsmanship.
"It doesn't need to be plugged in." Alice said with a grin, "I've installed a battery pack that lasts ten hours, and charges faster than twenty minutes. There's a frequency generator that activates whenever the strings are played, and the effects depends on how you play the violin."
Elizabeth nodded slowly, smiling wickedly. "Informative."
"You're unaligned, aren't you?" Butters asked her, and Elizabeth nodded.
"I'm neither good or evil, couldn't really choose one." She shrugged, adjusting her cloak.
Butters attempted a smile, "We could use more villains, you know."
Elizabeth weighed the bow in her free hand, "I'll think about it, Leopold."
Alice checked her phone, grinning excitedly, "Fifteen minutes."
Everyone in their respective houses were suiting up. Cartman became Coon and Stan became Toolshed. Wendy became Call Girl and tweeted out a selfie. Kyle had waited until the last minute, but became the Human Kite with no more hesitation, while his brother became the infamous H4cK3r.
Everyone who was playing waited in bated breath as the clock ticked down to midnight. Mysterion, Mosquito, and Blink, in their own separate homes, itched to escape into the night. Tupperware was inside the Freedom Pals' lair, waiting patiently. Fastpass was gearing up to go and Doctor Timothy was ready and prepared for what was to come.
Super Craig and Wonder Tweek were together, keeping an eye on their clock and sharing a kiss when the last minute struck.
Midnight arrived, and South Park was suddenly transformed. Colors became bolder, the air became clearer. The mood was set as the players of the game stepped out to take their places, each of them saying goodbye to their former identities to begin the game. They no longer were Kyle, Wendy, Stan, Cartman, Kenny. They were Human Kite, Call Girl, Toolshed, Coon, Mysterion.