Going Down To South Park

by Kaisae

Maisie Ogg is moving to South Park, a town full of conformists. However, things start to look uphill for her when she meets four other goths. But when something odd happens involving aliens and her own father, what can Maisie do? This is a South Park OC fan fiction. All characters except for Maisie Ogg and Mr. Ogg belong to Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

Maisie Ogg did not want to move. She already lived in a town full of conformist assholes. Why were her parents making her move to a town full of conformist assholes she didn't know? Maisie was pissed right the hell off. But then again, she always was. She scoffed and looked out the window of the car, flipping her white-blonde and black hair out of her face, only to have it fall back down. Maisie's father looked at Maisie in the rear view mirror. "Honey," he asked timidly. He had learned to be careful when speaking with his daughter; it was a dangerous game. "I'm sorry we had to move, but I'm sure you'll make lots of cool new friends in South Park!" She glared at him. He gulped. So far so good. Her pale face reflected in the window and her dark makeup clad eyes narrowed. He softly continued. "Maybe you'll get lucky and there will be some emo kids, just like you!"

He had said the wrong thing.

Maisie screeched and her father cowered and turned sharply back to the road, trying and failing to tune out his daughter's screams of rebellious protest. "Oh my god dad! No way did you just call me EMO! I am NOT a whiny, selfish, sick, poser conformist EMO! I am a GOTH dad, a GOTH! DUUUH! Can't you even tell the DIF?!" Mr. Ogg sighed as Maisie continued her rant about the difference between emos and goths. Maisie was wearing the same thing she always wore; A deep red skirt, black and grey striped leggings, black knee high buckle up boots, a black hoodie with a dead smiley face on it, black fingerless gloves, and an upside down cross necklace. She had used a self whitener to make herself pale and wore dark eye makeup. She didn't bother with lipstick. It made her look conformist, as she put it. She also had her nails painted black. Maisie was 12.

Done ranting, Maisie angrily huffed and shoved her earbuds into her ears, putting on some Evanescence. After about half an hour, the duo arrived at a two story red house with a blue roof. Maisie huffily put her iPod away and got out of the car. She grabbed the pet cage and her black duffle bag from the trunk. They went inside. "See honey!" Said Mr. Ogg "Not so ba-" "Where's my room." She growled. "First door you see upstairs, hon. I even had them paint in black. Just for my dark little empress." Maisie smiled faintly and pecked her father on the cheek. "Thanks dad." She said before going upstairs to unload her data Reaper and unpack her things. Mr. Ogg sighed. These moments were rare, but when they came, he cherished them.

Mr. Ogg looked out the window at the large office building soon to be his. South Park couldn't be so bad, could it? Why, it was just a quiet little mountain town, completely harmless.

Boy, was he wrong.