Victor K. Chess was "that weird ghost guy". He was "unapproachable". He was "unpredictable" and he was "emotionless".

But he was not unnoticed.

Funny how those who wish to disappear become the spotlight.

And that's exactly how it was for him.

After moving to South Park, he expected no friends and no enemies, to be left alone entering the high school so late.

Well, he was wrong. He wasn't usually wrong, but he hadn't read up on this place before the move- considering there was nothing to read. It was too secluded, too isolated. There was nothing on it.

Not that he really cared. The pestering was pretty irritating though.

All he wanted to do was get to his locker and get to class, but nooooo, some fat kid had to waddle up with three other students.

"Hey."

He ignored him, face still and voice silent as he dumped his textbooks into his new locker.

"Aye! I'm talkin' to you!"

He wasn't going to answer, why couldn't he see that? All Chess wanted was to be left alone, and it was pretty obvious. He had made it clear when he had turned down all those girls earlier.

"Respect my authoritah!"

His nose wrinkled at the thought. Slutty clothes, lying smiles and faces caked in makeup. Manicured nails that bit into his skin as they clung to his bare arms. He nearly groaned at the memory and suppressed a shudder.

"Hey! Earth to checkers!"

Against his better judgement, he turned, absolutely done with this guy. Who even was he? Was he stupid or something?

He was rather... Fat, fatter than he first though from his sideways glance earlier. He wore an old red sweater and a blue hat with a yellow rim and matching puff ball at the top.

The three boys behind him all wore colorful clothing, almost hurting his murky red burgundy eyes.

The shortest of the group was pale, wearing a simple green ear flapped hat that had obnoxious red curls sticking out from underneath above dark green eyes. He wore an orange jacket that made him feel like his eyes burned in their sockets.

The second tallest was wearing a worn old orange parka, lined with brown fluff. The hood was up, drawstrings pulled out as far as they could to hide away all of his face but his sky blue eyes. A blond curl or two still stuck out from beneath however. All of him was orange, including his pants and shoes except for brown gloves.

The third, the tallest was a fair tanned boy, a blue and red poof ball hat holding down straight black locks that shifted over his dark blue irises. He wore a simple brown coat and black jeans. Red gloved covered his hands which were shoved into his pockets.

He stayed quiet, resorting to just staring to let them know they had his attention... For now.

The fat boy smirked.

"Finally." Beginning to think you were ducking deaf or some shit." He rolled his eyes, continuing to screw around with his books.

Knowing he was still listening, the fat boy kept talking.

"Welcome, new kid. Ah am Cartman. Yew may address me as "king Eric". This is the poor kid, Kinneh, Stan, and Kahl. Ignore him, he's Jewish."

"Shut the fuck up, fatass!" 'Kahl' must have interrupted.

"Aye! I ain't fat I'm big boned!"

"Just get on with it Cartman." Stan must have said, judging how 'Kinneh's parka would most likely muffle him and he already knew 'kahl's and Cartman's voices.

"Whatevah. Anyway, this place has rules, new kid, and yer gonna follow em."

Chess allowed his eyes to flick over to him, silently questioning him.

Cartman laughed. "Here's rule numbah one, I rule this place. Yew can't do shit till you come to myah. Second, hall fee is 5 bucks. You can just pay 15 each day for the three times of passing period in advance. Third, respect mah authoritah! Now pay up the fees checkers."

He looked up again to see the boy holding out his hand expectantly, chubby face lifted in an ugly smile. Chess stood up to full height, although being just about 5 ft, he was still pretty short. "I don't follow orders." He said simply, turning back to his locker and closing it. Throwing his backpack over his shoulder, he walked away, smirking to himself as he heard the boy sputter out enraged curses.

First period was simple, easy and quick. He had algebra, which he was already good at. Introductions went smoothly, and he was happy to see that only the Jewish guy, what was his name, Connor? Chris? Whatever, was in the class.

Second period was a bit more annoying, being science. He was neutral about it, not liking nor hating and had an average grade. None of the group were in this class, thankfully.

However, all the sluts from the morning were giggling and tossing notes onto his desk, asking if he was single or wanted to go out and shit. He just threw them all away, wishing he had brought a lighter to burn them behind the school. Too bad he didn't smoke.

Third period was PE, which also went smoothly, considering how all they did was explain the rules of volleyball. He didn't bother paying attention, knowing he'd just pick it up from watching the others when they actually played.

Lunch started and he walked into the cafeteria, eyes scanning the room. He didn't know anyone, but it wasn't like he brought a lunch anyway. Shrugging to himself, he stuffed his hands into his vest pockets and turning on his heels to stroll back out. Maybe he could just hang out in the library and read comics or something.

That thought was eradicated as hands grabbed his shoulders and wrists and led him through the room to a table, shoving him down to a sitting position.

Blinking confusedly and stunned, he looked at his captors and nearly scowled.

Them.

Of course it was.

Noticing his irritation, the parka guy patted his shoulder but was shrugged away and sent a dark look. " mphm mph...(sorry dude...)" He mumbled apologetically, looking down at his hands. Chess almost felt bad and reminded himself that he could not feel such a pitiful emotion and remained stoic.

They sat in a tense uncomfortable silence, him glaring at them and them fidgeting where they sat.

Just as he moved to get up and leave, more students sat at the table, squishing chess between two boys. One was a messy haired red coated brunette and the other wore a blue and yellow poof balled chullo.

All eyes fell on him as the chatter lessened and cartman spoke up. "That's checkers. He's the new kid." The chullo guy turned steel grey eyes on him, looking disinterested. He spoke in a nasally voice as he glanced him over. "what kind of name is checkers." A small boy with blonde hair and innocent baby blue eyes smiled nervously. "Well he wears a lot of checkers!"

"What's with the tie?"

"Is that a barrette?"

"Cool, his eyes are red."

"A-a-are y-you a-Ack!- v-vampire?!"

"Nice boots."

"You don't talk much."

"What is your actual name?"

His fingers twitched in his lap and he slouched forward, the questions annoying him further. He settled for boring a hole in the table with his eyes instead of answering.

"That's Victor K. Chess."

His head shot up in surprise, practically twitching, and eyes widening to prove startled. His head turned towards the speaker, cringing internally when he saw it had been the blonde girl who had flirted with him earlier. What was her name again? Beatrice? Betty? Ah, Bebe.

"Chess? Is that why you wear so many checkers?"

"Thought his name was Victor."

"What the fuck ever."

"Victor, huh?" A black boy, the only one he'd seen so far at all said, as though testing the name. Chess found this the appropriate time to finally introduce himself. "Aka Chess." He muttered.

Fatass cracked up. "Wow, yew wear so muh checkers and yer name is Chess?! Hilarious!" Chess turned towards him and spoke in a nearly monotone voice. "Says fatass." He shot back, although quieter.

The boys mouths made an O shape. "Ooooooooohhhh..."

"Mhp!(burn!)" Kenny cheered, pumping his arm once. Cartman smacked him. "Shut the hell up, Kinneh!" He whined. Turning, he glared at chess. "I'm not fat, fag."

Chess raised an eyebrow. "Your gaydar must be malfunctioning. I though gays were supposed to be able to sense other fags." "Oooooooh!" The boys cheered again, leaning in to watch the exchange.

Cartmans face flushed with anger, standing and pointing obnoxiously as he opened his mouth to reply. But Chess just stood as well, albeit awkwardly as he brushed past the two beside him and flipped him off. "I'm done here. Leave me alone, fatass."

"AYE AH AINT FAT YOU FAHKN VAMPIRE!"

Ignoring him in favor of blowing a bubble out of his gum, he stuffed his hands into his vest pockets and strolled away just as the bell rang for class.

He didn't go to his last three classes, opting instead to sit in the woodland beside the school, letting off a low whistle and spinning a long carrot between his fingers. Eventually, to his satisfaction, he saw the Snow White rabbit bound out from around the roots of a pine, shaking snow from its fluffy pelt.

Although he was supposed to be mad, he couldn't help but smile at the furry creature now perched obediently at his feet, little red nose twitching.

"Marsh."

Perky little red beads shot up at him and he chuckled without his usual restraint, petting his furry little cheeks as he offered the carrot.

"You followed me from home again, didn't you?" In a rabbit way of a nod, his ears flicked up and down once, peering up at him almost apologetically. He chuckled again, but softer, letting his hood that he had pulled up fall back down against the back of his checkered vest.

"Marsh, I know I usually take you everywhere, but I don't know this place well yet. What if something happens when your out with me? The other students might hurt you, and I heard there's a hunter around these woods..." He shuddered at the image of his rabbit butchered and bleeding into the fluffy white snow and grimaced, scooping up the bunny. Noticing he shook slightly, not used to the cold he gently placed his little rabbit feet inside of his hood, grinning when he felt him lean forward to place his paws onto his shoulder and nibble at the white strands of his hair. "Yeah yeah, I forgive you! Schools over, let's get ho-"

"You named your rabbit Marsh?"

Chess froze. Oh god.

No.

Not them...!

Yay, first chapter!

I had started obsessing over watching SouthPark a little while ago, and as all things I obsess watch, I ended up writing fanfiction. OC fanfics first, then smut. I didn't watch it long enough to reach smut level, but I got a not-failtastic-OC-fic! Does that make up for it? No? Oh well...

I've already written up to chapter 8, but I'm going to post them slowly instead of all at once to keep balance...

-Author