All rights and privileges to " South Park" are copyrighted trademarks and property of Trey Parker, Matt Stone, Comedy Central, and all peoples associated. The characters of these fictions are used WITHOUT permission for the entertainment purposes only. This work of fiction is not meant for sale or profit. As if anyone would actually pay money for this thoughtless drivel. And even if they like it, it's right here and money is not required. So there! Bottom line: I don't own them I just like to play God with them. Like an ant walking back and forth across my feet for what seems like miles upon miles. Or a bug with a magnifying glass as it slowly burns into nothingness. Ahem Yes, I don't own them. Never have. Never will. Sigh…
A/N: Do I even need to mention this is slash? Drabble 100 words. I have a twisted mind.
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Déjà vu
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"Did you bring the rope?" Christophe demanded.
"Yes." Kyle rolled his eyes impatiently, not understanding exactly what this was all about.
"The mirror?"
"Yes."
"Your watch?"
"No."
"Good." Christophe leered. "The butfor?"
"What's a bu– " Kyle caught himself in a bizarre sense of déjà vu, but he quickly latched onto Christophe's train of thought. Keeping a straight face, he asked, "Yes, what is a butt for?"
"I'm so glad you asked." His grin threatened to split his face. Christophe snatched the rope and in one swift motion tied Kyle's hands to doorknob of his room. "It's for wicked things."
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The End...