Disclaimer: I do not own South Park
This is a little insane Pip fic inspired by the song "Run, Run" by Minuit.
And Damien appears in it coz he somehow works his way into every fic with Pip in it.
Enjoy!
This was always Damien's favourite part of the movie. The movie being humanity subtly manipulated by his hand.
A petite blonde boy was being beaten. There was nothing new about this. He had been picked on his entire life. But, unknown to his attackers, today was different. These attackers happened to be the fat boy, Cartman, The one who always flipped the bird, Craig Tucker, and the one who was only mildly slimmer than the first one, Clyde Donovan.
Usually the suffering of an innocent soul was enough to appease Damien. But he knew that today he was in for a treat.
He had visited the blonde boy, the one bleeding on the floor, just last night. He had whispered words in his ears, and these words had been allowed to circulate and echo in the boys mind. And when Damien was sure the seed had been planted he gave the boy a very special present.
"Is that all you got, you French bastard!" Cartman sneered at the broken boy on the floor. It was a lot more fun when Frenchy attempted to defend himself.
"I am not French" It came as barely a whisper from Pip's lips, one not even noticed by the attackers. What was noticed was when Pip pulled a gun from his pocket.
"Uh hey Pip, I didn't know that you had that, we'll just be leaving" Clyde Donovan was nearly reduced to tears as he backed away, and then turned to run. But you never turn your back on your attacker. Pip had learnt this lesson many times. And now, as he shot Clyde in the back of the head, he reckoned he knew it too.
"I may be down but I am not out" Pip muttered as he shot the other two dead, covering the walls in the blood of his tormentors.
From his prime seating position in Hell, Damien chuckled. "Oh how I do love when the innocent sin"
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