The easiest part was driving into Colorado. The hardest part was locating the South Park biosphere. As he seemed to near his destination, the amount of snow hindering his path only increased, and he was sure, when he checked his map next, that half the signs on the road were buried underneath the drifts. When he'd initially accepted the job, he'd been sure that his eight year old memories could supply the directions to his old house. Now, when he looked back, most of his memories had been of dying.
One thing he hadn't forgotten, however, was how damn cold the place was. Each house he passed as he advanced towards the gate that separated the small town off from the rest was topped with snow, the pavements covered in brown slush from the numerous passers-by. It would almost have been picturesque if it weren't for the fact that the silence had intermittent breaks of arguments. The words were indecipherable, but the message was clear enough, and the more he went deeper into his old territory, the more the feeling of animosity grew towards him increased.
When he was eight, he had been in one of the poorest families of South Park, the sort who were rumoured, when they grew up, to start getting into drugs, or whatever new thing was on the market, a mixture of chemicals that could ransack the mind so thoroughly. The users became a gibbering mess, contributing nothing to society, except for filling the pockets of dealers. Then an unexpected windfall landed his way, in the form, as it often was, of a distant relation's will and when he was sixteen, he had caught the first bus out of the snowy hellhole, intent on climbing out of the poverty well.
The first place he'd ended up in?
New York.
What struck him about the capital city was how open it was. Even he, who had always had a tolerant view to most things, (for, after all, South Park wouldn't be itself without a strange happening each week,) hadn't realised how hemmed in he had been by the restrictions, and now, with a budding career as a journalist after pulling some strings, and a stable income flowing in every two months, could feel the difference between the two places. It wasn't physical; the feeling was intangible, but oppressive, and rolling down the window, he waved his pass at the soldiers standing on guard.
It started, mainly, with Kyle Broflovski.
Maybe his unholy love for technology as well.
But mainly Kyle Broflovski.
This is an AU, and some facts may be wrong, due to the fact that one, I have not watched all of the episodes of South Park and am currently working my way through seasons, and the second is that I am not from the US, so the terminology may be confusing. There will be eventual slash and het pairings, and the final pairings are known, but have yet to fit in. Please tell me (politely) whether there is anything I need to correct.