South Park: The Untold Truth

The New Addition

A/N: Good evening, stormtroopers! computerman275 reporting, and we're landing for the very first chapter of South Park: The Untold Truth, a story that will feature some original characters based on ones from other series, as well with certain background characters.

So some of you who read this might've noticed I have two other South Park stories sitting around. And some may wonder 'Why aren't the other two stories not getting any updates?'. Well, for 'The Second Chance', that's because of the reasons provided, that, and I was growing less and less interested in my OCs older backstory, so I cut it. I may update the other one at some point, but that may not be until I get the feeling for it.

Anyway, this story is set before, and within a timeskip, during the events of the game 'South Park: The Fractured But Whole'. However, there are going to be some differences between this and the actual game. For instance, the farting in the game is going to be replaced. Not entirely, but mainly the concept of farting. It's going to be replaced due to both story and limited toilet humor reasons. There may be some farting moments in the game, but they won't be done for power purposes.

Secondly, the story itself is not simply going to be a retelling of the events of the game, because I myself truely dislike how you have no choice in the game as the New Kid, which is sad since there was an ad for the game where you could choose sides, but it was cut out in the final release. The lack of choice for the game is a great disappointment.

Lastly, even though this is not a crossover, this story takes a lot of inspiration from BioShock, although the reason why will be explained much later in the story. And like an RPG, or similar to BioShock, there will be choices that the main character makes throughout the story, he won't always simply just do the basic thing he's told to do.

Anyway, I think I've spoken enough, let's begin now!

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, or BioShock. The only things in the story I DO own are my OCs and the concept. That, and the idea of a multiverse.

South Park...

Cartman's basement, day. Coon and Friends are reunited...

Coon and Friends had just returned after a huge battle against Professor Chaos, finally defeating him after having Mark Zuckerburg shut down the website and revealing to his father the truth of what he was doing. Things however, weren't going well...

Due to changes to the franchise plan, there was now a heated argument going on between the teammates, mainly because some members ended up getting downgraded and others didn't. Mysterion for example was supposed to get his own movie, but he was soon downgraded to just having a video game.

"You go with the plan!" Toolshed argued, fed up with going with the Coon's plan of the franchise. "Maybe we'll just...go and do our own franchise!" It was the only option the team really had since this entire plan seemed rigged to them, and unfair.

"Yeah!" Wonder Tweek and Mysterion agreed.

"Oh! You want civil war! Is that what you want?!" The Coon dared, feeling that this was coming.

"Yeah dude, Civil War. Fuck you!" Toolshed replied, angrily getting out of the table and leaving the basement.

"Oh fu- oh fuck you!" The Coon cursed back, irritated as hell. "Get out of my house!" He ordered Wonder Tweek, Mysterion, and Tupperware.

"We'll make way more money on OUR franchise!" Mysterion remarked, following Wonder Tweek and Tupperware out of the basement.

"Go ahead!" The Coon dared again. "I bet you won't even get halfway through Phase 1 on your franchise, DC Comics!" A few moments of silence passed after the door was closed, leaving the Coon to grumble as the four left.

"I thought Civil War wasn't supposed to happen until Phase 3." Super Craig spoke, speaking again in his monotoned voice despite his now ex leaving and now that the group was torn apart.

"Shut up, Super Craig." The Coon replied, speaking deadpanned and totally uninterested in speaking to his teammate. This was it, now the franchise plan had a split, and there would have to be another way to gain up top.

Paige Residence...

Same time...

A lamp had smashed onto the ground...hard. A $230 lamp, now the top was broken, including the light bulb that was in it. As the black entry had just laid there still in one piece, the top half was now on the ground, now just a bunch of glass shattered into a million pieces. And the light bulb, still there, but not able to work anymore.

A middle aged man, who was sitting on the couch in the living room, the same room where the lamp was destroyed, looked up from his seat. He noticed that the lamp was broken, and he then turned to look at where it fell. There, he saw his stepson, whose expression turned to that of anger, to one of fear, as the stepson knew what was to follow.

The man in question was wearing a slightly stained brown buisness suit, a black tie, and had yellow buttons on his suit as well. He also seemed to have an average build, and was about 6'1 or '2 at best. He was middle aged, like about 45 years old, had brown hair that was greying and blue eyes. He had Caucasian skin, seemingly of Russian descent, and had a moustache, although his style of moustache was an english one. His name was Michael Paige.

"You...have destroyed my lamp." Michael confirmed, starting to look really angry at his stepson. He began to get up from his seat, and took out his leather belt, preparing to give the boy some manners.

"AAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!" The boy screamed. Before Michael could start moving towards the boy, the boy sprinted towards the middle aged man, and shoved his fist into his stepfather's groin area really hard. Michael groaned in pain, as he fell onto his knees, dropping the leather belt onto the ground. He wasn't sure if he just felt testicular rupture, but he most certainly wasn't feeling good from that one.

Once Michael had fallen onto the ground, the boy took to his heels, and ran to the door. He tried to open the door, but it was held back due to the lock. He jumped up, trying to reach it. As he looked behind him, he saw his stepfather reach for his leather belt, as he tried to crawl on his knees towards him. His eyes widened in fear, and he put his left hand on top of the door knob. He then pressed down on the knob, and reached the lock. He managed to unlock the door, but now his stepfather was coming close to him. Wasting no more time, the boy undid the last lock, and he opened the door. He managed to run out of the house just as Michael was trying to grab him, but the boy ducked and soon enough, he was out of the house.

The boy ran out, and he kept on running...and running...and running. He didn't stop running, never again did he want to keep on going through the abuse, no longer did he want to keep staying indoors every single day...no more...no more.

Eventually however, the boy had to stop. Stamina can only last him so long before it will be depleted and he's got nothing left inside of his being. And that sadly was where he had to end.

The boy turned around, examing how far he went. He seemed to have gone far, his house was nowhere in sight, and he was in front of an alleyway. He didn't keep watch of where he was going, so it's likely he just ran in a circle around his home or something. But at least it was better than being present only a few meters from his house. The boy breathed through his nose as he kept on panting, trying to regain his stamina as he stood near the entrance of the alleyway. Little did he know, there was someone waiting for him, and what the boy was about to experience would be another horrifying factor in his life.

The boy had blonde hair, in the style of a cowlick, although it sadly was starting to get a little messy due to the trouble he had been enduring. He had a pair of blue thick-rimmed glasses, since his eyesight was very poor, which was single vision. Like his stepfather, the boy had caucasian skin, and his eyes were blue. He was dressed in a red jacket with two breast pockets, and it used a zipper instead of buttons. He also wore a green scarf, and green pants to match them, as well with some black shoes. He also appeared to be around 9 years old, making him just old enough to be in the 4th grade.

"Psst...psst, hey kid." The boy heard. The boy nervously peered to his left, hearing the voice as if it was leaning on his shoulder. The alleyway, despite it being the day, looked slightly dark, there was junk on the sides, and the main area was empty.

"Kid, come here." The voice spoke out. The boy began to feel frightened. Despite his reluctance, the boy walked into the alleyway, glad that the gate wasn't closed. If it did, he would've screamed rather loudly. But he had to keep himself together, he may not know anyone in the town, but he had to try speaking to someone. He just hoped the voice was actually a person, and not some random voice in his head.

The boy looked to his left at one of the dumpsters in the alleyway, and spotted a man sitting beside the dumpster and a trash can. The man himself appeared to be old, but he likely was much younger than he appeared. He was caucasian, and had many wrinkles on his face, with a graying beard. He was dressed in a torn light green shirt, and in torn purple pants, no sign of a sock or shoe in sight. He also had a goatee of sorts since his gray moustache tied in with his beard. He had an average build, but he didn't seem that strong. "What are you doing out here, kid? I haven't seen you around town before." The man didn't seem to have any alcohol or drugs with him, although if he did, he may've had them elsewhere.

The boy was very nervous, as this was a new person he was speaking to, and he was still scared over earlier. "I-I...I ran away from home." He stuttered, playing with his hands as a way to calm down.

The man's eyes widened in surprise. "Ran away? Ain't your papa gonna be upset when he realizes you just took off?" The man didn't really care if the boy was found or not, but to have such a young boy to run off was not something common.

The boy looked down at his hands, then back at the man. "Well, Papa may already want me dead. He was going to hit me with his leather belt. I - hit him. And well, I ran out. I didn't wanna get hit again." The boy was beginning to tear up, but he tried his best to hold himself together.

The man pulled out a dirty hankerchief from his pocket. It wasn't clean, but it would have to do. The boy took the hankerchief and he blew his nose into it, as he began to sob. "Why was he gonna hit you?" He asked quietly.

"Because...I did something bad." The boy replied, wiping his now forming tears from his eyes.

The man was beginning to smirk a little, but he kept it to himself. "What'd you do?" He asked, wanting to know more.

The boy looked at the hankerchief, thinking of what to say. He then smacked his lips and looked at the man. "I smashed a lamp." He admitted. "I came down the stairs...I was so...angry. I was going through so much and...I wanted it to stop." Although he wasn't having the feeling to cry, the boy wasn't feeling any better knowing of what he had done. If anything, he felt even sadder still.

The man nodded quietly, taking the hankerchief back after the boy handed it to him. "Well, kid, you sound like you are right out of luck." Although it didn't seem like it, the man was planning a certain attempt on the boy, but he couldn't do it just this moment. He had to make sure the boy trusted him before he could do anything. "How long has shit gone down?" He asked.

The boy looked at the man again, still worried of being certain whether to trust the man. He seemed nice, but could he be planning something? Not all homeless men were pigs, were they?

The boy sighed, then continued. "Two years?"

The answer made things a bit harder for the man. "You didn't tell anyone about this?"

The boy shook his head. "Papa told me if I did...nobody would believe me. They would believe I was making it all up, and they'd take me straight back to him." The boy began to tear up again, although he was secretly wishing he could truely stop crying, as it was getting slightly on his nerves. It just made things harder to think. But he couldn't, he was too upset to not stop crying.

The man nodded. Deep down because of the boy's answer, he smirked to himself. This would be much easier for him since he was an orphan and no one would listen if he revealed he was raped since he would be scared if he did. "I see, kid. What's your name?"

The boy wiped his tears with his eyes. "J...J-...Jamie." He answered.

"I'm Patrick." The man introduced himself. "I've been homeless for a few years. Ain't so bad when you can find the best place to nap in. Not much, but at least I can sleep at night."

Jamie nodded, trying to be really quiet.

"Kid, shut the gate." Patrick commanded.

The boy obeyed, although this was done since for the last two years of his life, he had been told to do something. If he didn't, he would be hurt. He guessed it was now a natural instinct in his being now.

"Good." Patrick grinned, starting to put his plan into fruition. No one else was there, and no cop was there either. He had what he wanted, and he wasn't going to let the opportunity die out. "Kid, do you want some candy?"

Jamie's eyes blinked at the response. He was now giving a neutral look, confused. "Um...candy?" He asked. "Well, I'd like some." He admitted. He was getting the feel for a snack, so if there was some candy involved, maybe he could relax a little.

"Great." Patrick smiled. He then stood up from his spot. "Turn around." He commanded. Jamie obeyed, not wanting Patrick to raise his voice if he disobeyed.

Jamie kept his back turned, waiting patiently as Patrick would get some candy ready. This was beginning to be a good turning point for him. He had spent the last two years of his life in agony, and now, someone was beginning to care about him. Not hurt him, or try to actually get rid of him, but someone who wanted to be his friend.

However, just as he was about to smile for the first time in a while, he heard some noises. He heard a *zip*, and then heard a *plop*, along with a more quiet *plop*. He wondered what the noise was, as it didn't seem right to here these kind of noises when looking for candy.

He turned his head to his right, although immediately after, he began to regret it. Patrick had some candy...but it wasn't that chocolate kind of candy...

"Alright kid," Patrick started, "Stay still. This might hurt."

Jamie fully turned around to look at Patrick. "NO!" He yelled. He rushed over to the entrance. He opened the gate and off he ran.

Meanwhile...

Mysterion, Wonder Tweek, Toolshed and Tupperware were now walking down the street, wondering of where to set their next move, since they had agreed on developing a new franchise plan different than what Coon instructed after the defeat of Chaos. While they were indeed going with their own franchise plan, they still needed a way on how they could start it. They had Token's house that they could use as a base, but they would need much more than that.

"GAH!" Wonder Tweek twitched, being the third in the line of four. "What are we gonna do?! We just left, but now we no further plan! Too much pressure!" He was the most anxious due to how he was totally unaware on how to proceed since they currently had no other plan.

Mysterion, the one in front of the line, stopped. He closed his eyes for a few moments, breathing through his nose, trying to think. He then reopened his eyes. "We fight Coon and Friends! It's the only way how we're going to able to gain any leads, or gain any sort of reputation or way on gaining that recent $100 reward for Scrambles!" It wasn't much, but it was a start for the new plan.

Toolshed nodded. "Alright, but where are we gonna have a base? We don't have one."

"We'll use my basement." Tupperware answered. "I have more than enough money to use for training, ways on how to make the base look fantastic, and powers. It'll help out very much when we need to fight." And indeed it would be, once everything was set.

"Good!" Mysterion complimented. "We'll need it if we're going to be able to stay in line with Coon and Friends. But what should our quote be for people to recognize us?"

"I don't know." Toolshed shrugged. "Fight for justice?"

"No, that's boring." Tupperware disagreed, making it feel weak towards the team. "How about...'Retribution, but with inclusion?'"

Mysterion looked down, but then looked back up. "Yeah, that works." Toolshed nodded in agreement, so did Wonder Tweek.

"Well, even if we are going to do this whole plan, we're still about one member short." Toolshed added. "Should we call in Timmy? He's a big Xavier fan." He wasn't wrong, Professor Xavier is a character that Timmy did indeed like, since he proved to be powerful despite the lack of his legs. It would heavily help out to have a physic in their team.

"Yes. Give Timmy a call. He'll help us a hell lot with his involvement." Mysterion agreed. Right after he had said that, there was a loud scream that he had heard. The scream was one of fear, and very much a call for help. Crime was noticable for having random times, and this was no exception. "Did you guys hear that? I think someone's in trouble!"

"I heard it, too!" Tupperware agreed. "Come on Freedom Pals, let's save the day!" With that, the team ran off to where the scream came from, not slowing down the slightest.

It wasn't long before Freedom Pals arrived. It was close to the Community Center, at the very end of the sidewalk. When they reached their destination, they were shocked and horrified. There was Jamie, laying on the ground, with his pants down and Patrick was there raping him. It seemed that Jamie managed to keep himself away from Patrick for a while, but Patrick eventually caught up with him.

"Oh god! Wonder Tweek, get this kid out of here. Tupperware and I will beat up this fucking sick man!" Wasting no time, Mysterion landed a punch onto Patrick's chest, knocking him off of Jamie, and triggering an attack.

Despite the orders, Wonder Tweek stayed. He used his ability of Supreme Thunder and electrocuted Patrick, putting the man at a disadvantage since it was becoming two against one, if the other two members joined in, it would be four against one.

"Ugh, I'm gonna make you regret that, you little shits!" Patrick took out a beer bottle that he had stocked somewhere secretly and whacked Wonder Tweek in the head with it, causing massive damage to Wonder Tweek, and also causing a piece of the glass to be nudged into his head, making him bleed.

"Wonder Tweek!" Toolshed cried in worrisome, seeing his friend go down.

Wonder Tweek didn't stay down for long. He soon got right up despite the pain he had endured. It wasn't easy, but he wasn't gonna stop right there. "Ugh, I'm alright, gah. Mysterion, quickly, get this kid out of here before it's too late." Soon after Wonder Tweek got up, Patrick felt a pulse of electricty, shocking him.

Mysterion nodded and he ran over to Jamie's position, pulling the boy's pants up before looking at him again. Jamie had a really wet face, crying heavily as he was really scared out of his mind due to what he was feeling thanks to Patrick. His glasses thankfully were still in one piece, but the lenses were wet. He opened his blue eyes, looking at Mysterion. "M-Mysterion?" He wondered. He had seen the superhero a few times on TV, but never in real life.

Mysterion nodded in Jamie's belief. "No time for introduction, I need to get you far away from this weirdo as possible." He took Jamie's arm and pulled him away from Patrick, running all the way from their location to the playground. Toolshed had followed him, while Wonder Tweek and Tupperware kept on giving Patrick the beating of a lifetime.

Mysterion kept on going, making sure that the boy, whoever he was, didn't have to endure another moment of that terrible assault he had just witnessed. He couldn't bare the fact he had to watch someone get raped, it reminded him of when Indiana Jones got that with the fourth installment in the franchise.

Regardless, Mysterion made it into the playground. He made it onto the basketball court area, and released Jamie, allowing him to lay on the ground and reclaim his thoughts.

Toolshed arrived a few moments later, following Mysterion while he let Wonder Tweek and Tupperware handle Patrick. He was a bit exhausted due to the excessive running he had to do to get to Mysterion, but he didn't break a sweat. He wanted to make sure Mysterion had back up if any sort of person was waiting for him.

Toolshed panted a bit, tired from the running, but he regained himself. "Man, I can't believe just after we left Coon and Friends that someone was getting raped." He let out, surprised at the outcome.

"I know. It was so out of nowhere." Mysterion agreed, checking on Jamie as the ladder laid on the floor, crying quietly as his tears slid down onto the ground.

Toolshed came closer. "Is he alright?" He asked Mysterion.

Mysterion shook his head. "He obviously isn't. He just got raped by some homeless creep." Strangely, despite Mysterion only knowing the boy for a few seconds, he was beginning to feel a strange instinct inside of him. It was one of...protection? How could he be feeling protection about someone he knows nothing about?

Mysterion then looked away from Jamie and looked around the areas, making sure no one else was watching or even seeing what was going. Strangely, no one was present at the playground. Besides the three boys, the entire area was empty. Not even kindergarteners were seen on the playset. 'That's odd. Helpful, but odd.' Mysterion thought to himself.

Toolshed came over to where he could see Jamie's face, who was sobbing quietly as he continued to lay on the ground, and beyond worried out of his mind due to what just happened. His eyes were shut tight, not wanting to witness what was going on around him.

As he looked at the boy, Toolshed noticed something. The boy seemed to have blonde hair, a very golden like blonde to add, and seemed to have very similar facial features, like a slightly similar face, although it was a bit different as well. Toolshed blinked in surprise. "Kenny, I think you'll wanna see this." He said, calling Mysterion over.

Mysterion blinked out of his patrol, looking back at Toolshed. "Uh, what?" He walked back over to Toolshed. "What is it?"

"Look at his face." Toolshed told him, looking back down at the boy. "I can't be the only one to notice this."

Mysterion looked down at Jamie, and sure enough, Toolshed was right. The boy seemed to look a lot like Kenny. Sure he did have some differences, but he had just enough to show that he did indeed have some relation to him. "Holy shit." Mysterion said in surprise, "You're right.".

Soon enough, Jamie opened his eyes, worried of what was going on. His blue eyes reflected back at Mysterion, whose face only gave more confusion.

"Holy shit." Mysterion said with a loud voice, making Jamie squirm due to the noise. "We're near identical enough in features. How is this even possible?" Never had Mysterion before seen a person who looked so much like himself. Even the other blonde kids had features that showed difference. But now, here was a kid, whom he had known very little about, looking like him, and staring right at him in the face.

Toolshed recognized who Jamie was though. "How didn't I notice this before?" He had seen Jamie at least once before, but a good look at the boy made him wonder why he didn't get more into the details.

Mysterion looked at Toolshed, confused on what he meant. "What?"

Toolshed took his attention off of Mysterion and back to Mysterion. "Kenny, I know who this guy is. It's Jamie."

Mysterion looked confused even more. "Huh?"

"He sat in the far back." Toolshed explained to him. "He also didn't talk very much in class. If anything, the only person he did talk to was the teacher. The dude was noticed because he once completely aced a test, and he was given a free Diet Dr. Pepper. You were there when he got it."

Mysterion slightly nodded, remembering only a bit of the event, remembering much about it as much as he remembered the underneath part of his desk. He didn't really remember Jamie's name because of the boy's silence, combined with how he didn't hear his name being announced very well. "Huh." He only said, dumbfounded on what to say.

Toolshed just blinked. "Look, I'll explain more. Right now, let's get the guy to the hospital." He looked back down at Jamie, then pulled him up just by a pull of his arm.

Mysterion looked even more confused. "Wait, why are we taking him to the hospital? Maybe some bandages, but why exactly?"

Toolshed sighed. "Kenny, I don't know if this is the last thing you want to hear, but he's going to get a DNA test. I think there's more beyond just him being an ordinary dude. It's only from what I'm seeing, but he could be related to you."

Mysterion's look of surprise returned. "So...you're saying that this kid could be my...my..." He stuttered, unable to finish what he was currently hearing.

Toolshed simply nodded, not needing to speak in order to confirm Mysterion's belief.

Had he been just in his normal attire, Mysterion would've screamed in horror. He almost did, but he didn't. Never in a million years would he ever expect to have more than 2 siblings, his family was really poor, he couldn't bare to have another. His parents once tried to go for another baby, and Kenny did everything he could to prevent them from doing so, including shattering his father's balls to stop him from fucking his mom as well as using a plunger on Carol, all in order to prevent more and more problems that he didn't need. Now, in the most unexpected events, Toolshed had the belief that his parents, or at least one of them, had brought another bastard son into the world, somehow without him even knowing. And to add more pain and injury, Jamie in question seemed to be about 9 or 10 years old, just around Kenny's age.

Before he could scream in fear, Mysterion regained himself, and breathed through his nose. As much as he was afraid of the ultimate outcome, there was no time to freak out. He really hated the whole idea, but now wasn't the time. "Fine," He finally spoke, "Let's get this test over with." He waved over to Toolshed to follow him, and he proceeded to walk to Hell's Pass Hospital. 'Mom and Dad are going to need a big FUCKING explanation.' He thought to himself.

Toolshed nodded. "Come on Jamie," He said, "Let's get going." Toolshed noticed that Jamie was shaking a lot, and he had a very scared look on his face. He almost seemed as if he was scared to take another step, as if the ground would form a pair of hands and crush him with just one iron grip. The body language the boy was giving gave Toolshed the impression that a lot more than the rape just happened, but it could also be that he was worried that someone would be out to get him again.

Knowing that it was very likely that the boy would be very hard to relax during the trip to the hospital, Toolshed sighed. He walked over to Jamie, and just as he did so, Jamie took three steps away from him in a very fast speed. He offered his hands out as a way to show he wanted to help. Jamie flenched, scared he would be attacked by him.

Toolshed closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, trying to keep himself together and calm, as yelling at Jamie would likely cause him to move even further away from Toolshed, if not just take off running. "Jamie," He said, speaking very softly, "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Mysterion and I are just going to get you to the hospital so you can get treatment." Jamie didn't move from his spot, but he moved his hands down and he looked back at Toolshed with wide eyes.

Toolshed took a step forward, but he noticed and immediately took it back, not wanting to scare Jamie and instead have him come closer to himself. "Relax. I'm not here to hurt you, Jamie." He said softly.

Jamie finally put his hands down, and he lowered his right leg, standing on both feet. He still didn't move, but he looked back at Toolshed's gloved hands, then immediately back at Toolshed's eyes, not wanting to seem like he was insulting the boy in front of him.

"It's gonna be alright, Jamie." Toolshed said quietly. "We're just going to get you a test. Mysterion and I won't let anyone hurt you, but you need to trust me." He was starting to feel a little impatient, but he wasn't going to drop everything and scare the boy. Hell would break loose, and he would run off. He didn't like this anymore than what Jamie was going through, but he couldn't stop just yet.

Jamie eyed both Toolshed, then his gloves. He repeated the motion twice, his look of worrisome slowly melting away, even though that didn't clean up the tears that were on his glasses and slowly sliding down from the frame. Soon enough...he took a step foward, then took another, and another one, and another one. Within just 2 seconds, he was within arms reach to Toolshed.

"Do you...um...do you want me to hold you?" Toolshed asked. "I know that's...probably weird to say, but...if you want me to, I can." It probably would feel very weird for him to endure, but as long as Jamie was calm and felt safe, it would pay off for him doing so.

Jamie nodded, his hands fiddling with one another as he looked past the hero and instead at the ground.

Toolshed sighed. He slowly wrapped his arms around Jamie, applying very little pressure so he didn't crush him. "Come on." He said quietly. With that, he and Jamie walked with Mysterion. Luckily, Mysterion stopped at the entrance, waiting for Toolshed to finally come along.

Later...

Hell's Pass Hospital...

The four members of the newly made Freedom Pals sat in the waiting room of the hospital, waiting for one of the doctors to arrive. They had set everything up, from the room, to where Jamie would be getting the DNA test. Now, because the test required the usage of a parent, they now had to wait for Stuart McCormick to arrive, as a call was placed for him to come by.

Tupperware simply pulled up a magazine from the stack that was sitting on his right and began looking into it, although he didn't have much interest into what he was looking at since a lot of it felt like the same stuff he read in previous ones. But it helped in passing the time.

Toolshed took out a screwdriver and tossed it into the air, then catched it as he sat in the chair, totally bored. It was now over half an hour, and the test still hadn't been done. This was obviously not what he was expecting, to just sit in a hallway and wait for a man to arrive and prove whether or not he has another son. Regardless, he kept on tossing the screwdriver into the air, and catching it as it fell into his palm.

Wonder Tweek drank some coffee, twitching as he usually did.

Mysterion was the only one who wasn't doing anything. He just sat there in his chair calmly and up straight, waiting for Stuart or at the very least someone to give a notification of what was going on right now.

Soon enough, the phone on the receptionist's desk rang. The lady sitting at the desk answered the call. "Hello? Yeah. All right, I'll let them know." She then hang up. "He's here." She said to Mysterion.

Mysterion sighed in relief as Stuart entered from his right. Stuart was dressed in his regular clothes, his red hat with 'Scotch' labeled in gold, dirty shirt and mucky blue jeans. He was surprisingly walking very normally, almost as if he didn't have a single drink before he arrived. Perhaps he was doing something else than drinking, or maybe he just didn't drink enough to enter a drunken stupor. Whatever the reason, he seemed to be moving just fine.

"Alright, I'm here. Why was I called down?" He spoke to the receptionist.

The receptionist smiled. "I'm glad you arrived. Go down to the second door on your left. You will have some blood removed so we can start the test." The smile she was giving didn't seem very genuine, probably just one she was giving for politeness.

Stuart didn't reply. He sighed as he hung his head, then proceeded to enter room D-115. About 8 minutes later, he left the room with a bandage on his arm, which had a massive bloody spot in the middle.

When he looked up, he was surprised to see Mysterion. "Whoa, Mysterion!" He put his hands up in surrender just by the sheer appearance of the boy, unaware that he was his son underneath the mask. "Look, I did everything you told me to, I didn't do anything wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong?!" Mysterion angrily questioned. He got up from his seat and approached Stuart. "You went out and had an affair with another woman! And you didn't even tell anyone about it!"

"W-what?" Stuart asked, looking confused. "What do you mean?"

Mysterion punched Stuart in the crotch, making the man grasp his area and fall onto the ground, groaning in pain because of it. "You well know what I mean! And now because of you, you've brought another kid into this mess."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Toolshed intercepted, getting up from his seat and tugging Mysterion's shoulder. "Mysterion, the test isn't done yet. Maybe there's a chance he isn't and I was just seeing things. I don't know, but it's not finished yet."

Mysterion turned around and looked at Toolshed. If looks could kill, Toolshed would've been turned to stone. But Mysterion didn't jump, he simply glared at Toolshed. "Fine." His tone of voice was rich and dark, meaning there might be more coming for Stuart.

"Mysterion, please. I know you're pissed, and you should be. But if it comes back positive, you can't give more anger towards this. The poor guy sitting in that room has already been through a lot." Mysterion looked at the room, at the very end of the hallway, the silent room which held the boy of topic that was closed. Mysterion breathed through his nose and closed his eyes, then reopened them.

"Fine," He answered, "I'll save it for later." He then turned around to Stuart, who was groaning as he held his crotch with one hand. "You! Sit down!" He ordered. Stuart wasted no time and sat down in the seat next to the one Toolshed was sitting in. Mysterion then turned around to Toolshed. "I'm gonna get changed. Even if we aren't related, I still wanna meet him face to face." He whispered to Toolshed.

Toolshed smirked. "Lightening up, huh?" He whispered back.

Mysterion shrugged. "Even if there is some financial problems, Jamie may not be that bad after all." He whispered. With that, he went down to the entrance, and went into the bathroom. Soon enough, he changed back into his regular clothes.

2 hours later...

Due to how long the procedure was taking, the sun was beginning to go down. The lights of the hospital beemed as it felt like it was taking forever for the results to go. Kenny of which would've compared this to how long he was stuck in hell whenever he died, which felt like forever. Only the torture wasn't done with things like burning or lack of water, but instead by a massive wave of boredom. Even the other members felt like this was going slowly.

Finally, a doctor emerged from the closed door. The doctor was holding a note board, and judging from how there was a piece of paper coming from the side, there was a lot of papers in the board. He seemed nervous, and tugged his shirt. "Um, Stuart? Stuart McCormick?" He asked politely.

Stuart looked up. "Ya?"

The doctor sighed heavily, feeling some sweat go down his face, but he went on. "This might be the very last thing you need, but you are now the father of four."

"Sounds cool." Stuart began, "Do you have a place to get something to ea...WHAT?!" He had caught onto what the doctor said, and he was beyond shocked.

The doctor looked at the notes on the note board and he continued. "Mr. McCormick, you are the proud father of three sons and a daughter. Congratulations." He handed the note board to Stuart so he could read the papers.

Stuart took the board and began looking into it. "This must be a joke! My wife wasn't pregnant with a fourth child...was she?" He wondered, although this question to Kenny was obviously stupid since the doctor just admitted that was completely wrong.

"What?" Kenny asked, shocked at everything he heard.

The doctor gulped as he looked at Stuart. "Sir? Um...judging from the test that we just ran, you seemed to have had an affair with Jamie's mother, a woman named Madison Paige. So while Jamie is indeed yours, he's not your wife's child." Kenny had no idea who this 'Madison' was, but this still shocked him beyond belief. He first denied that Jamie was actually his brother, and still had some doubt that it was true while the test went on. But now, he couldn't deny it. Toolshed was right all along, he was his brother!

Stuart stopped looking at the papers in the note board and placed them aside. "Doc, can we speak in the hall?" He asked, getting up from his chair. The doctor nodded.

Toolshed slid over to Kenny. "Holy shit, Kenny. Your dad cheated on your mom."

"NO!" Stuart yelled, hearing Toolshed's comment since he was within hearing range. "It was a one night stand and I was drunk...I didn't know she got pregnant!" He argued in his defense.

Kenny rolled his eyes. ("Of course you were. You're always drunk!") He muffled underneath his hoodie.

"Everyone, please!" The doctor interrupted. "We can't allow arguing in the waiting rooms. There are patients here in this hospital that need their rest. Yelling will only cause them to be exhausted." He calmed down a bit and took a deep breath. "Anyway, Mr. McCormick, come with me." He then turned his attention to Kenny. "Kenny McCormick, is it?"

Kenny nodded. "Well, you can go on in and see Jamie. Please be gentle with him and don't yell, he's very scared." He turned his attention to Stuart. "Come on, Mr. McCormick, we can now talk as you wish." Stuart nodded and followed the doctor into the hallway.

Kenny watched as the two walked away. He looked over to Stuart's seat and picked up the note board. The papers present on the noteboard seemed to be the results of the test, although that was only the first page.

"What's it say?" Toolshed wondered. Wonder Tweek twitched.

Kenny shrugged. ("I dunno. But I'm going to read more later.") Kenny got up from the chair and walked over to the door at the end of the hallway. He stopped at the door, taking a deep breath, before he entered the hospital room.

The room was an ordinary room, with a computer at the side, a medicine cabinet, posters of the inside of the human body, and even a bed. There was more than enough light to show the room, mainly from the lights in the room if the sunset wasn't able to produce enough. It reminded Kenny of being in the hospital himself, when he was dying, and then he was taken off of life support for real. This was different though, since he was the one who needed help, here it was the new member of the family. Speaking of the new family member, he noticed Jamie sitting on the bed.

Jamie's face was bright red as it seemed like he was sobbing hard. He took off his glasses and used his scarf to clean the tears off of them before putting them back on. That didn't stop his tears though from continuing to pour from his eyes. On his right arm was a bandage with a small patch of blood drying off.

Kenny frowned, beginning to feel sorry for the sobbing child. He walked over to Jamie and sat down on the bed. He looked at him. ("Hey, Jamie.") He greeted.

Jamie turned his head to his left, hearing a muffled voice. He noticed how the kid next to him was wearing a parka. He was a bit surprised, but his attention was paid more to the boy talking to him. "Huh?" He wondered. His voice came out brittle and quiet, as if he was worried he would be hurt due to an incorrect response.

Kenny blinked a bit. ("Hey, Jamie.") He repeated, a little louder than before.

Jamie looked confused again. "I-I-I'm sorry, I-I c-c-can't hear y-you." He stuttered, worried of how Kenny would react.

Kenny looked confused. He never had this problem of talking with other people before, so why couldn't he hear anything? He paused, then found a pen sitting in the note board, convenient that, before he wrote onto an empty space of the first piece of paper. 'I said "Hey, Jamie."' He wrote it small, but still able to see.

Jamie looked at the note. "Oh..." he jumped a little. "U-u-uh, hey?" he was no longer sobbing, but he still looked worried and his tears were stopping.

Kenny wrote into another empty section. 'Why can't you hear anything?'

Jamie read that as well. "B-b-b-because y-you...s-s-sound a-all m-m-muffled a-and..." he gulped, "I-I-I c-c-can't t-tell what y-you're t-t-trying to s-s-say."

Kenny listened. He sighed, he didn't want to remove his hoodie, but he had to if Jamie was going to understand what he was saying. He put the pen back into its spot and set the note board aside. He then removed his hoodie, revealing his face for the first time to Jamie, as well as his messy blonde hair. "Is that better?" He asked, his voice a lot more clear now. Jamie nodded, although he was more glazed at seeing Kenny's face, which looked rather nice to see.

Although that soon left when Jamie looked away, back down at the ground again. This made Kenny curious. "What's wrong?" He asked.

Jamie gulped, then looked at Kenny again. He soon followed it with him pulling up both his jacket and shirt underneath. What was on Jamie's body was NOT what Kenny expected.

On Jamie's chest and tummy area, and also his back were various scars and bruises, all different shapes and sizes. Some of the scars seemed to go deeper, while others seemed to only have cut the surface. The ones on his back were the worst though, as each scar seemed to be very long, and half of them were cut in deeply. The ones on his stomach seemed to be old, indicated by how the blood on them seemed to be dry, and they were closed to all healed up. The chest had far more bruises than the other two areas, which made it almost seem the boy's entire chest was just one blue rectangular object surrounded by pink skin.

"HOLY GOD!" Kenny exclaimed, obviously scaring Jamie, who had taken his jacket and shirt down and then hid at a corner due to the loud noise.

Kenny was shocked, but his eyes turned to Jamie. The boy was uttering noises of panic, fearing that something violent would follow. But Kenny didn't, he simply got up from his spot and went over to Jamie. "Dude, what happened to you?" He asked, trying to be more quiet. Jamie didn't answer, looking at Kenny with worried eyes.

Kenny crouched down to Jamie. "Buddy, it's alright. I'm not gonna hurt you." Jamie was still worried, but he made sure to be quiet and nodded, trying to understand what he was told. "It's gonna be okay, Jamie. I won't let anything happen to you." He promised, holding his hands out.

Jamie looked down at his legs, then back at Kenny's arms. He repeated the process a few times as if he was expecting a punch to be thrown. Eventually, he trusted his gut, and got up. Kenny stood up as well, getting up really slowly so Jamie wouldn't flinch. Jamie then came up to Kenny, and allowed him to hug him.

Jamie made a small whining sound emerge from his mouth, although he slowly began to calm down in Kenny's embrace. He didn't know what to think, but so far, Kenny seemed to be gentle and nice, contrary to what his papa told him. "Papa...told me not to...t-to...t-talk to a-a-anyone. P-p-people al-al-a-always l-lie." He stuttered, although he didn't twitch the last time he did so.

Kenny was beginning to feel angry from what Jamie was saying. "Your papa...did he do this to you?" He asked, although his tone of anger was what he kept quiet the most in his voice. The only response he got was a small whine, a weaker one than anything he'd hear from Karen. "I'll take that for a yes." He sadly confirmed.

Meanwhile...

"Doc, are you sure he's mine?" Stuart asked as he walked down with the doctor. It confused him on how he managed to get a son out of nowhere. Even if he remembered Madison and their one-night stand, he never expected a kid to be the end result of that night.

"I'm sorry, Mr. McCormick, but the DNA came back and the DNA doesn't lie." The doctor confirmed, shrugging. "We ran the test about five times, and the results were the same. They were both your blood and his." He breathed a bit, then continued. "I know this is hard on you, since you're not the best with income. But I don't recommend giving your own child away. He doesn't seem well, and needs a home. Sending him away would likely make things worse for him."

Stuart raised an eyebrow. "How do you know that?" He asked.

"He was shaking. And he was crying heavily. He didn't seem very connecting and he also seemed unable to simply think about getting some blood extracted without thinking he would be killed. I had to get him into the bed by my own hands just to get it done." The doctor sighed.

Stuart gulped. Deep down, he began to feel some deep hatred glowing in his heart. No one should ever hurt a kid, not even one that was his. "Well, um...can I go see him? This already feels rather...fucking horrible."

The doctor nodded. "Just one more thing and I'll let you go down." And he continued.

A/N: Well, that's the end of the first chapter. This was becoming extremely long and I felt like this was going to be really too long to the point I felt it was going to become filler to set things up. Don't worry though, the rest will be continued and wrapped up in the next chapter.

Fellow readers, I'm sorry for not following my schedule. College work is becoming a bit of a kick because my classes occur in the afternoon, but I can try writing on the weekends. I really hate my lack of updating schedules.

If any of you are wondering why Stuart is acting the way he is in the story, it's because I want him to be a father figure that he's supposed to be. He doesn't commonly act like that, but you do see that in the show at least once in a while.

Anyway, enjoy your night troopers, and I'll see you on the battlefield. This is computerman275 signing off.