A/N Oh the dreaded "Truth or Dare" Fic. I am so sorry readers. There are tons of these but hey, this one's mine. Am I really this cliché? Yeah.
Anyways, this is the normal Truth or Dare run around. Submit Truths or Dares through review or PM. But if you wish, YOU CAN TRUTH OR DARE ANY OF MY OCS YOU KNOW OF!Just telling you that now.
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to South Park except my fanfictions, and my copy of the Stick of Truth game. SO YEAH DON'T THINK I'M IMPORTANT!
Two girls sit in a gigantic room on one of five couches. One, who appears to be in her teenage years, looks graphic and wears a red beanie covering light brown, braided hair, purple eyeglasses, a magenta t-shirt, a purple jacket, jeans, and black tennis shoes, she is sitting up and has a laptop off to the side and an iPad on her lap, she appears to be using both. The other girl seems to be made of construction paper, or something similar, and looks about nine or ten years of age, she has a magenta beanie covering dark brown, unbrushed hair with a purple stripe down the side if it, a light purple shirt with a dark purple star on it, a aqua jacket, jeans, black shoes, and a necklace with an aqua rock charm, she has a cigarette balanced in her mouth while laying upside down in her place, while a piece of string floats around in front of her face.
"Go get everyone." The teenager tells the small girl, not directing her eyes away from her electronics.
"Can you even move from that position?" The little one asks, balancing the cigarette while talking.
"Who's life am I controlling on these screens?" The teenager replies. She doesn't give the nine year old time to answer. "That's right yours, Julianna. Now go get everyone."
"B*tch." The little girl mumbles while getting up, her cigarette falls out of her mouth. "My name is J, and you should know that."
"Thank you." The teenager says. "Too bad, I'm calling you by your real name. And pick the stupid cigarette up, it's like you were raised in the wild."
"Sometimes I really hate you." 'J' says. She dissapears.
"Okay. Now that's gone." The teenager says. "This is my South Park Truth or Dare fanfiction! Ranges of characters are usable, even me or any of my OCs, like J, that you know of! Speaking of which, I am KennyDiedAgain, just call me KDA. Ground rules, nothing too violent (unless it's Kenny), sexual, gay, stupid, or completely above level. Have fun!"
J returns with more people. A handful of the South Park characters. "Can I go back to my story line now?" She asks.
"Nope!" KDA exclaims. She taps on the screen of the iPad, a leash appears around J's neck.
"D*mnit! None of them even know me here!" J tells KDA.
"Where the h*ll is here?!" A character, Kyle Brofloski, exclaims.
KDA starts laughing. She stops to catch her breath. "Hilarious you think I'm going to tell you! Let's just say, it's a complex web."
"We're in her head." J tells everyone, pointing at KDA. "KDA or KennyDiedAgain, decided to keep you all hostage for a game of truth or dare."
"Is her name really related to every single death that happened to me?" Kenny muffles out through his hood. He turns to his three friends. "I TOLD YOU SO!"