[EDIT] So I went back and fixed up the prologue with my new dialog layout, as I shall be doing with the next chapter too. [2] I had the really stupid idea of putting a "Villains OC Form" somewhere here, so yeah, that was retarded and it's gone.
So, as you have probably noticed from the name of the story, this is going to be based around Kenny McCormick, and his superhero persona Mysterion.
This will be somewhat of an origin story, taking place mainly in a South Park, but I might have Mysterion in Denver for maybe some larger-scale crimes.
This story will also be in Kenny/Mysterion's POV, unless I state otherwise.
What my plan is for this story, is for it to kickstart a series of superhero fanfics that I shall make (hopefully), involving Mysterion, The Coon, Mint-Berry Crunch, and maybe all of Coon and Friends.
As this will be my first fanfiction, I'm probably not going to do something incredibly amazing, but I'll certainly try. Here is a sneak peek/Prologue of what I shall be doing!
I would wake up in my room, just like every other time this would happen to me. No scratches, no bruises, no broken bones or anything. Nothing. No evidence of what happened to me the day before.
I'd look into my wardrobe and see my big, orange parka. I always wonder how this isn't covered in my blood every time this happens, but I guess it doesn't matter anymore, considering no one remembers when, where, or how I die, they just seem to shrug it off as it had never happened. How could they not remember seeing me die right in front of them?
It doesn't matter anyway, as I'm 16 now and nothing has changed ever since my first death. Heck, even I don't remember what my first death was. Sometimes I think of it as a curse, sometimes I think of it as a blessing. I need answers, but I know I probably won't get them anyway.
After I got dressed, I went into the kitchen to grab my breakfast. My sister Karen was already there, quickly eating whatever was on her plate. She does that with any food she gets, as she is always hungry.
"Morning Kenny." she said to me, "Morning Karen, you sleep well?" I asked her "Yeah, I guess.." She's 13 now, but she still occasionally has to come into my room to sleep sometimes.
I read the headline on the newspaper, "Crime Rate up by 15%". I sighed, thinking what could be done about crime in South Park now. The cops are about as good as Cartman in Gym class, they can barely stop any crimes at all.
After I finished eating, I headed out to the bus stop, where Stan, Kyle, and Cartman were already waiting.
"Hey Kenny." they all said in unison. "Hey Guys" I would say to them. I don't wear my hood anymore, so they can hear me clearly now. They didn't even acknowledge my death, but then again, they never do.
A/N: Anyway, that's the start to my Mysterion story, I hope you all enjoyed it!