I was watching South Park one day and just got inspired to write this (although I should probably be writing other stories), lol.

Anyway, South Park doesn't belong to me, sadly…yeah, you know, all this disclaimer stuff that belongs here.

Summary: It's been eight years since the establishment of the Coon and Friends superhero group. When Butters brings up the topic during class, the members of the C.A.F. can't resist pulling out their old costumes.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, alcohol, drugs, death, Cartman being himself, and slight mentions of yaoi/shounen-ai (you know I can't write a story without it, XD) (;

The halls of South Park High were quieter than usual, Craig Tucker noticed as he walked toward his classroom. He was supposed to ditch with the guys today, but they never showed up at their usual spot behind the school's bleachers. Pussies. As the tall, raven-haired, teen turned into his English class, his jaw nearly dropped at the sight of the classroom.

The desks, normally arranged in long, spaced out, rows, were set in a large circle, all facing inward. The desk closest to the door somehow held up Eric Cartman. The teen had lost a lot of his adolescent fat, but it was only turned into a little muscle. His weight would still shock anyone when they found out he was only seventeen. Even as a teen, he still wore a stupid red coat and that stupid blue and yellow hat.

Next to him sat Stan Marsh, who Craig had mentally scoffed at. The teen stopped wearing his hat when he turned eleven, and his black hair had grown until it almost reached the tops of his shoulders. He'd grown a bit more apathetic, as well, but he still had a side that was obviously influenced by Cartman's idiotic fat-ass self.

Of course, Kyle Broflovski sat next to Stan. The teen had also lost his trademarked green hat, but it was replaced by another green hat. His hair looked almost as long as Stan's, but it was wavy and curled in a few spots. He remained the most logical one of the four friends, but his attitude toward Cartman had changed a little. They didn't insult each other that often, though the occasional "fat-ass" and "Jew fag" slipped out, along with glares.

And then there was Kenny McCormick, the only one in their grade who no one really knows well enough to say if he's changed. He wore his fuzz-rimmed hood over his face until he turned fifteen, when he outgrew his second orange coat and didn't feel like trying to get his parents to buy him another one. His blond hair was shaggy and almost as wavy as Kyle's, but about as long as, or maybe longer than, Stan's hair. His cerulean eyes were almost impossible to read; even when he smiled, his eyes were the same. He had many piercings, as well. At least four on each ear, one on his left eyebrow, snake bites, even his tongue and belly-button.

Butters sat next to Kenny, rubbing his knuckles ferociously. His hair had grown just passed his ears, his height was almost hitting the six foot mark, and he stuttered a lot less. Though he still rubbed his knuckles together, and his eyes flitted back and forth sometimes while he talked, Butters had grown up considerably.

Clyde was still an asshole, Token was still just as weird, and Tweek was still a twitching spaz. Craig took his seat next to Tweek and continued to look down the line of students. Bradley doodled on his desk, probably day dreaming about something stupid all the while. Wendy and Bebe chatted and giggled, their eyes looking over different people in the room. Timmy Burch had moved away halfway through the year, so the seat next to Wendy was empty, but other than that, Craig really couldn't care less about the others in the class.

"Okay, now that we're all here," the teacher said, shooting Craig a 'you were really late' glare, and turning back to her students. "I can tell you why we're sitting in a circle today."

"We aren't going to talk about our feelings like fags, are we?" Cartman asked, folding his arms over his chest. The teacher laughed, her eyes almost mocking Cartman's tone of voice, and she reached over to give him a pat on the shoulder.

She stood from her chair and walked around the center of the circle happily. "We're going to go back to our childhood! To a time where magic and Santa and fairies were all real!"

"But, Ms. Joyce," Butters said, raising his hand slightly.

She held up her own hand, and sat back down in her chair, then clapped her hands together. "Wait your turn, Butters," Ms. Joyce said, pointing to Tweek. "Tweek, what is something you loved to do as a child?"

"Gah!" Tweek shouted, grabbing at his hair. "T-Too much pressure…!" He slammed his head down on his desk, making the students just shrug and Ms. Joyce laugh nervously. Craig rolled his eyes and gave Tweek a pat on the back.

"Well, we'll just start with someone else," she said, pushing her long brown hair behind her ear. "Butters, since you were so eager to go before, you can have your turn!"

The blond nodded and smiled at his teacher. "When I was a kid, I did lots of fun stuff," he said, his smile wide and innocent. He might as well still be a kid, with his voice and attitude the way it is. "My favorite was when me and all my friends played superheroes for hours and hours! Sometimes we played for days on end."

Cartman, who was teasing Kyle behind Stan's back, looked up and at the blond a few seats down. Stan, Kyle, Kenny, everyone looked down at him. "Ho, shit," Cartman said, laughing. "I forgot about that stupid game."

"I didn't," Butters said smiling. The blond looked over at Kenny, who was staring back, and he smiled as he scanned the cerulean eyes. "And Kenny remembers, too!"

Kenny almost flinched in surprise as he looked from Butters to the rest of the class quickly. Did his eyes give away that he did, in fact, remember his days as Mysterion? Or maybe Butters was just trying to get someone on his side?

The bell rang, releasing the students from class, and Kenny was the first to get up and out of the classroom. He waited outside for Stan and Kyle, and when they caught up, the trio began to walk. "Where's lard-ass?" Kyle asked.

Stan shrugged and looked at Kenny, who was walking ahead of the other two teens. "Ken? What's your deal, dude?"

Kenny turned around quickly and grabbed Stan by the front of the shirt, pulling him forward. "Look at my eyes," he commanded, his voice harsh. "What do you see?"

The dark-haired teen laughed and shifted his eyes from Kenny's to Kyle's. "I see…blue?"

The blond face palmed mentally, and turned his gaze to the redhead. "Kyle?" When the redhead gave no response and put his arms up defensively, Kenny sighed and turned to walk away.

Maybe it was just a coincidence that Butters knew he remembered it? Or, maybe, like he thought before, Butters was just trying to get someone on his side. No one can read his eyes; Kenny makes sure to keep them as unreadable as possible.

A sharp slap on his back made him turn around and glare at the attacker. When the boy behind him snickered triumphantly, Kenny rolled his eyes. "Damn it, Cartman," he hissed, rubbing his back.

"Not Cartman," the brunet said, pulling an item from behind his back. The mask looked like the eyes of a raccoon, and when the teen put it on, he posed like he was a superhero. "I am…the Coon," he said, smirking at the shorter teen.

Kenny's jaw nearly dropped at the sight of the seventeen year old posing the same way he had eight years ago, in the same mask he wore. The fat teen hadn't been seen in that mask since the day he faked the Coon's death, six years ago. "Cartman…dude, what the fuck?" Kenny said, his cerulean eyes confused.

Stan and Kyle walked up, mouths agape, and they also questioned the teen's actions. After a fit of laughter from the trio, Cartman glared and pointed at them in the order of saying their names. "Toolshed! Human Kite! Mysterion!" he hissed. "Go home and get your costumes, we'll meet at the Secret Base tonight at ten and re-establish Coon and Friends!"

Before the three could react, Cart…ah, the Coon was off and running in the direction of his house. "And tell the others!" he shouted, his back to the trio all the while.

As they stood in silence, they waited for Cartman to disappear from sight before they looked at each other questioningly. Stan laughed a little before he walked off, waving at Kenny and Kyle. "Should be fun," Stan said. "I'll tell the guys."

Kyle shook his head ferociously, his red hair bouncing with every twist of his head. "No way," he hissed, folding his arms over his chest. "I'm not playing any of the games fat-ass comes up with. I'm not going."

Kenny sighed and scratched at the back of his neck. Playing along with Cartman would almost always result in trouble, not that Kenny minded trouble, and sitting at home is just boring…but if Kyle wasn't going, was it even going to be fun? Stan was going, and if he told the other guys, Butters and Bradley were most likely going to show up. Clyde and Token would only go if they had nothing better to do, which probably meant they'd be there.

Kenny had no choice but to go home and grab the Mysterion costume that was neatly tucked away in his closet.

As the alarm clock on Kenny's nightstand clicked to read 9:32, the blond sighed and pulled himself off of his bed, grabbing the bag of clothes next to him. Before he got to his door, he looked down at the contents of the bag and gave it a small shake. With a sigh, he pulled the hood of the costume out of the bag and pulled it on over his shirt.

This is fucking retarded.

The fat-ass was just lucky he was out of weed, or he would have spent the night higher than a cloud. Kenny walked slowly out his door and down the road, pulling his hood over his eyes. He smiled at the nostalgic feeling and flicked the question mark glued to the spring on the top of his hood.

Before long, he'd reached Cartman's house and slipped through the front door. He moved silently through the darkened house, finding the basement door with ease, thanks to the many years spent here during their superhero phase. He went inside, closing the door softly behind him, and went down the stairs.

The basement, once full of all the gadgets and devices a superhero needed to save the world, was dusty and nearly cleaned out. A small and dusty fold-out table sat in the middle of the basement with a few chairs around it, while the rest of the basement was hidden behind stacked cardboard boxes and other junk-items thrown about.

Kenny heard the door close behind him and he turned around quickly, seeing Cartman walk down the stairs with only his mask and clip-on cape in hand. "Oh, Mysterion," he said, attaching the cape to his shirt and putting the mask on. "Good, you're here. That means you get first seat pick, after me of course."

The blond rolled his eyes and moved off the stairs so that the taller teen could move down them and to his chair at the end of the table. "Why did you want to do this, Cartman?" Kenny asked, taking the seat next to Cartman's.

"Pardon me?" the brunet asked, his eyebrow raising questioningly. "I know not of this Cartman you speak of. And why does your voice sound funny, Mysterion?"

Kenny huffed, rolling his eyes, and cleared his throat. "Coon, why did you want us to all meet here?" he asked, his voice deeper than normal. He wanted to smile at his ability to still slip into his Mysterion voice, like old times, but Cartman would just comment and piss him off.

"Because I can," the Coon hissed, folding his arms over his chest. The basement door opened again, and Stan came down the stairs, followed by Clyde, Token, and Kyle. "Welcome, friends," the Coon said, motioning for the teen's to take a seat wherever possible. Stan sat on Cartman's other side, across from Kenny, his belt of tools clanking against the chair quietly.

He pulled his yellow goggles off the top of his head and slid them over his eyes, then looked over to Kyle, who was adjusting the kite strapped to his back. A blush crept over his cheeks in embarrassment as he avoided Cartman's teasing gaze and took his seat next to Stan. Clyde sat across from Kyle, fixing his taped on wings and tied on nose, adding a small bzzt in and laughing.

Token sat next to Clyde, fixing the plastic containers over his head and arms, and also gave a small smile. "Toolshed. Human Kite. Mosquito. TupperWear. Welcome," Cartman said, folding his hands together and leaning back in his chair. He looked around his table of friends, from Stan to Kenny and back again, and let out a huff. "We're only missing Professor Chaos and Mint-Berry Crunch."

As if on cue, the two slid in and down the stairs, giving small apologetic smiles as they, too, filled their seats. After a few minutes of silence, Cartman stood and cleared his throat, putting his arms at his back as he paced around behind his seat at the table. "I've called you all here because I thought it would be nice if we all went out and saved the world again. Even if it's just once, or just for tonight, you have to play along."

The chubby teen turned and sent a sharp glare at the redhead. "That means you, too, Human Kite," he said, smirking when Kyle's face flushed and he averted his gaze. "There have been some break-in's down by that old car factory in town. We need to go and investigate."

Kenny rolled his eyes as Cartman started for the stairs with everyone following behind him. "Come on, Mysterion," Butters said, fixing the aluminum helmet on his head. He laughed at the feeling and nearly bounced up the stairs after his friends.

Kenny followed, reluctantly at first, keeping his pace slow and seemingly uninterested. It had been a while since he'd even looked at, or thought about, his Mysterion costume. And now, here he was, seventeen years old, playing superheroes with his equally aged friends like they were kids again. When they reached the factory, the group was stopped by a large fence docking a sign that said "no trespassing" in bold red letters.

Cartman put his fingers to his chin and studied the large fence carefully. Though it was probably ready to fall because it was so old and rusty, knocking down the metal structure would result in him losing his energy. And if he's going to save the day, losing energy is a no.

The top of the fence was lined with barbed wire, spiraling around straighter lines of the pain-causing wire, and gave the fence about another four inches of height. Maybe sending Mint-Berry Crunch over the barbed wire could work. Shaking his head, he began to study the bottom of the fence. Even though he was the Coon, there was no way he was going to dig underneath it.

Reaching a conclusion in his head, he spun around on his heel and pointed to the member slowly approaching the back of the group. "Mysterion!" he shouted, pointing back to the fence when he caught the blond's attention. "Find a way inside!"

With a sigh, Kenny moved to where Cartman stood and examined the fence. He didn't feel like climbing or digging, so he did the next best thing that came to mind. With a sharp kick to the door of the fence, the metal frame swung open and slammed against the side of the fence in a loud clatter. Mysterion casually walked through the open door, yawning slightly and sticking his hands in his pockets.

Butters was the next to run in, followed by Kyle and Stan, then Token and Clyde. Cartman stared after the group until Bradley walked by him and turned to face him. "Let's go, Coon!" he said, giving a twirl. "Shablagoo!" he rushed off after the others quickly, and Cartman gave a huff before following behind them.

The inside of the factory was…unexpected.

Sure, an abandoned car factory could only look so appealing; but it was even worse than anyone had imagined it would be. The old, rusty, cars and car parts creaked in even the slightest gust of wind, letting the sound of ghostly moans fill the building. Mice ran between the car parts, the scampering echoing off of the walls and sounding louder than normal.

Butters had grown to be extremely close to where Mysterion stood, his trembling making his helmet make scratching noises against his hair. Kenny rolled his eyes, feeling the other blond nearly press against him, and he turned back to face Cartman. "What the fuck are we supposed to be looking for?" Mysterion asked.

"Intruders," the Coon said, walking forward and looking around. The factory fell silent and none of the teens moved, looking around the darkened building for any sign of "intruders".

"This is fucking stupid," Kyle hissed, folding his arms over his chest. "I knew I shouldn't have come."

Cartman laughed and moved until he was in front of Kyle. "Yes, but you come every time, don't you?" he asked, his voice low. Even in the dark, Cartman could see Kyle's face turn a bright red.

"Gross," Stan said with a laugh. A large crash sounded from behind where the group stood, and everyone immediately huddled together and scanned what their eyes could see. Two people morphed out of the darkness, wearing neon yellow body suits, and stopped once they spotted the teens.

Kenny backed up slightly, being at the head of the group, and he felt Butters grab his shoulders like he was a human shield. The neon figures looked at each other before looking back to the teens. "Snamuh!" the one on the right said, pointing at the group.

"Yrruh!" the second one said, holding out his hand toward the group. The other person did the same, and Kenny watched as their hands appeared to glow. A bright light surrounded the group in seconds, engulfing them in a blinding white flash.

When the light faded, the neon figures ran out of the building and Kenny watched them go. His head was heavy and his vision blurred as he looked back at his friends. They had all fallen, unmoving, to the ground. Bradley was still swaying back and forth in his upright position, but it didn't take long for him to drop to the ground like the rest.

It took only a second for Kenny to join them, too, his blue eyes glassy and wide. The last thing he remembered seeing was Butters in front of him, his own blue eyes looking dark and empty.

Everything had gone black.

O: The suspense!

Lol, anyway, here's chapter one of my randomly inspired story. Chapter two will come along when I feel like finishing it. (:

Review and tell me what you think? Criticism is welcome, as long as its in small doses, kay?

Thanks for reading~
Kisan~