All around Me
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. I'm simply borrowing Matt Parker and Trey Stone's wonderful characters and using them for my own devices. Also, song credit goes to Flyleaf.
The intoxicating smell of cinnamon invaded his nose as cold hands caressed his cheeks gently, almost lovingly. A deep, smooth voice whispered in his ear, though he couldn't decipher the words. A comforting heat was wrapped around him and he sighed in pleasure. He shifted some, trying to get closer to whoever this person was when he had the sensation of falling…
Pip woke up with a start, realizing that he was facedown in the mud. "I must've dozed off again…really need to stop doing that." He thought before picking himself up. Pip brushed off as much mud as he could before deeming it as a lost cause, staring in disdain at the stubborn muck that had refused to vacate his clothing. He sighed and started to walk home.
The way home from Stark's Pond was long, but worth it. It allowed Pip to be fully involved in his thoughts without threat of being bullied. The path that he took was surrounded by thick trees on either side and shadowed by their foliage until it was almost black, but very few people knew about it, and that was good enough for him. While he walked, he tried to remember the dream that he had. It was recurring, he knew that and very pleasant. It was a shame that he always woke up from it though, the feelings that he got from it made him feel protected and happy and he simply wished that he could feel that way always.
He soon came across his house. The tiny hovel that he called home was situated out of the town's gate, and thus, no visitors came. That was fine with Pip since he lived alone, and all the bullying that he put up with made him detest people, although he refused to show it. Pip entered, taking in the darkness of the house. He flipped on the light switch. Mismatched furniture of the relatively same shade of brown soaked in the light. To the right of him there was the tiny antenna TV. Staring at that TV was the squashed looking futon that took the guise of a sofa. A coffee table using multiple books as legs made the division between the two. To the left of Pip was the small open kitchen. There was no table, and the mini fridge was half hidden behind the gas oven, but those appliances made sure Pip ate so he took good care of them. He walked, throwing his jacket on the couch and taking his shoes off, heading to the back where the bathroom was. With every step that he took, an article of clothing came off until he was completely stark naked and wiggling his toes at the cool white tiles of the bathroom.
He stepped over to the shower, turning the 'H' knob until it could go no further. He waited until there was a sufficient amount of steaming wafting around the bathroom and stepped inside, relishing in the painful feeling of the water as it pelted and ricocheted off of his skin. He grabbed a waning bar of soap and rubbed it all over himself, loving the way it smelled. He closed his eyes, enjoying the experience of his shower.
After he was done soaping up his body he grabbed for the shampoo, squeezing out a generous amount into his palm and massaging that in his hair. He stepped out of the spray of the water to do this, humming.
Some shampoo got in his eye and Pip recoiled at the sudden and painful sting that it produced. He turned around in a blind daze, arms outstretched. His arm got caught up in the shower curtain and it got yanked from off of the bar, wrapping around his body in a heavy cocoon. He yelled out as he was now falling. He landed underneath the running water, suddenly screaming. He felt as though he were being drowned with lava and spluttered which only succeeding in getting more hot water in his mouth. It burned his tongue and the roof of his mouth and he screamed more.
He was squirming, trying to escape but couldn't. The blanket was wrapped too tightly around himself. Well that's it…I'm going to die here…Pip thought miserably. And that damn shampoo was still in his eye. He relaxed, feeling the burning hot tile of the tub around him. His feet were conveniently placed over the drain of the tub as well, causing water to rise up. The cocoon that he was in was slowly staring to flood. Pip whimpered as he felt water rush over him. This was a ridiculous way to go, by all accounts. And with the way he was living no one would find him for weeks, maybe even months….he'd just be a decomposing mess by that time….mouth open in a silent scream with maggots crawling out of two gaping holes that used to be his sockets….
So wrapped up was he in the morbid thoughts that Pip scarcely noticed when the water was shut off; the ensnaring and damning shower curtain was so thick that he couldn't really feel the droplets actually dropping on him. He definitely noticed when he was suddenly lifted up and carried somewhere. Pip's breath caught in his throat, his eyes bugged and dilated. What the bloody hell is happening? OH DEAR GOD SOME RAPIST HAS BROKEN INTO MY HOUSE! I'M GOING TO DIE! Pip squirmed within his confines furiously, coughing up water in his attempt to growl. A rumbling made Pips whole body shake, but it was gentle, like a cats purr. It temporarily stopped him in his struggling to ponder what it was, but he resumed it again with renewed vigor.
He was set down on something spongy, making it increasingly hard for him to wiggle around. There was a tearing sound, like tape being ripped off of a piece of parchment, and suddenly Pip was free from the confines of the curtain. Pip looked around wildly, seeing that he was in his room. He looked around for his savior and possible assailant, but saw no one. The moon was high in the sky and its radiant light shone in through the window. The metal bars on the window created the same affect on his bed. Pip looked down and could clearly see the offending and possibly life ending article. He tossed it away from him in a huff.
He curled up in a ball, feeling definitely spooked. There was absolutely no way that he was leaving his bed tonight…not after that…whatever that was…Pip shuffled himself underneath the covers of his bed and curled up on his side, grateful that the sheets were thin. It wouldn't feel right to feel as though he were being smothered again.
He soon fell into a deep sleep.
That night, the dream came to him again, but this strong it was much stronger. He actually heard a few of the words and before dawn awoke, contemplating them.
"You will soon be mine."