Hey, guys. I'm writing yet another fic, disregarding the fact that I need to finish a bunch of other ones. Well, I'll say that the reason is due to the fact that I've had laptop troubles and I've recently gotten used to my new one.

This is a POV story BTW. MY POV!

In order to respect privacy, I not included my family member's names, but instead replaced them with different names. And also I will not refer to myself as SpongeFan257, but as Kieran. But SpongeFan257 may appear in future chapters.

Enjoy!


SpongeFan257 Starring In… South Park

Today I moved to South Park. But why we did I'll have no idea. My parents only said that they wanted to live in some quiet little mountain town, but when you have two sisters, aged seven and three, that's hardly the case. But really; why did we have to move to South Park, of all places? Not that I'm not a fan of the town, it's just… nothing actually seems to be happening. It's all too boring.

I'm at my desk in my new room. I'm probably grateful I get a room to myself, because my sisters are sharing a bedroom together. They never objected to the idea, but if I were one of them I would have. But they have some sister bond that I will never understand. I'm simply going through all my moving boxes while sitting on my office chair.

"Oh, Kieran!" Mom calls me from downstairs, "You doing OK?"

I groan, "Yes, Mom. Everything's fine." I seem to hiss the last word out of my mouth.

"Don't give me attitude, young man!" Mom scolded.

"Whatever," I mumble as I resume going through my box of pictures.

One of the pictures catches my eye; it's of me and my two best friends, or at least, until I moved. I'm nervous about making friends in this new location. What if the kids are different? I can't deal with that kind of pressure.

My seven-year-old sister Janet walks into my room. I swear, that bitch is a complete asshole. Why I haven't killed her yet is a marvel.

"Hey, Kieran!" she screeches with a smile. Sickening. "How you doing?"

"Get the HELL out of my room!" I bellow at her.

"No." she says with a smirk, "You can't tell me what to do!"

"Wanna try me?!"" I ask as I approach her. I'm quite tall for a ten-year-old, and she is a little shorter than average girls her age. I raise my fist as I stare at her angrily.

But still she won't budge, "You can't hit me! I'll just tell Mommy again!"

"Not if your mouth is sore you won't!" Instead of punching her, I decide to push her out of my room. She's a little heavy for her age, but still she's pretty easy to shove.

But then my other sister Anna walks over. Can this day get any worse?

"Mommy says you can't push me or Janet around, Kieran!" she states as-a-matter-of-factly. This child is the one I refer to as "jackass".

I turn my attention over to Anna, still keeping a hand on Janet's chest, "Oh, really?"

"Yeah!" God, the way she said that is annoying.

But then I turn my attention to the stairs, where my dad comes over to witness me pushing Janet while insulting Anna.

"Kieran, stop being rude to your sisters!" he demands.

"Why should I?" I mutter, but then look at him, "Janet came into my room without permission and Anna is being a smartass again!"

"Watch your mouth!" he says. Umm… did you pay attention to what I said BEFORE? Apparently, my foul mouth is "more important" than being pissed off by a bunch of brats.

"What the hell does that do with my situation?" I ask, because I actually do want an answer, "I'm stuck in this house until I finish unpacking and I'm stuck with these two morons. Why the hell should I have to be nice if I'm forced to be here?"

Dad only sighs. Don't know why he's sighing. I'm the one who's goddamn pissed! "Why don't I just go sort out your stuff while you make some friends with some kids down the road?"

I beam, "Really! Great!" I practically dash out the house and slam the door behind me. But now, who do I become friends with?

Luckily for me, I see a boy with blond hair walking along the road. He looks like he's my age, so I walk over to him.

"Ummm… hi." I say as he turns around.

"Hey there!" he greets in a cheerful tone. He seems to gaze upon the picket sign on my front lawn, that says SOLD, "Are you new to town?"

"Yeah, and I'm expected to go to the local elementary school on Monday, so uh… yeah, I'm new."

"Well, it's nice to meet you." He then offers his hand, "Name's Butters Stotch."

"Kieran." I respond as I shake his hand, "Nice to meet you."

"So, Kieran," Butters says as we start walking along the road, "What do you do for fun?"

I chuckle, as I look down at my shirt. My shirt has a picture of SpongeBob SquarePants on it, with a yellow background. I'm just a huge fan of SpongeBob, and nearly everything in the boxes in my room was something to do with the show. "Me? Ummm… I'm a collector…"

"Oh? What of?"

"SpongeBob merchandise." I simply say. Normally I'd let people slowly let on that I was a fan of SpongeBob, but now I'm in a new town I should at least try to be a little different.

"Cool!" I couldn't tell if he was just making me feel good about myself or really meant it, "I mean, er, I kinda collect too. I like gettin those Hello Kitty accessories you can get in the jewellry stores and places like that."

Ummm… I'm gonna just go with the latter option.

I shrug, "That's cool, I guess…" In all honesty, I'm wanting to tell him what I really think of his… strange hobby, but I don't wanna upset this guy. He seems pretty nice, and he didn't judge me, so judging him could kinda be unreasonable. I look on at the open road, and see that we're walking toward a shitty part of town. This area seemed rather rural, and only one house stood in the area. "Butters, where are we?"

"Oh, we're at my good friend Kenny's house." Butters smiles, "He's been feelin kinda poorly lately and I was going to come over and cheer him up."

I sigh. Butters is my only friend at the moment and he planned to do something at the moment, "Oh. I guess I'll just get back home."

I turn to leave, but Butters turns me around again to face him. OK, I did sorta willingly turn around just so he didn't have to hurt himself trying, "Wait! Why don't you visit with me? You're already here."

"Ummm…. I guess I could." I smile.

Butters then pulls on my arm and drags me to Kenny's front door. Even though I'm kind of shocked that someone could live here, in a shithole. He rings on the doorbell and waits.

"Kenny lives here?" I ask,

Butters chuckles for like the fifth time or so, "Of course, silly!"

The door opens, and me and Butters seem to be standing in front of a woman, who I am going to presume is Kenny's mother. She looks so filthy and unhygienic, like the rest of their little area. But even though she lives in such a crappy area she looks fairly happy, especially when she saw Butters. "Hello, Butters. You here to see Kenny?"

"Sure am, Mrs. McCormick!" Butters beams. McCormick… what an odd name.

"He's in his room." She steps aside, "But be quick. He still ain't feeling too good."

We quickly make our way around all the trash in the living room. It was kinda gross, but still different. How is someone able to live with crap on their floor? Even their TV looks pretty beaten up! Something smells like blood in here, but I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut.

We then enter Kenny's room. Oh my god, it's worse in here than it was in the living room. Oh, well. It at least looks as if Kenny took care of it. On the wall were pictures of women you'd expect from a Playboy magazine. I guess Kenny's a perv. Speaking of him, I think I see him on the bed. Well, more like a torn out mattress. He's oddly wearing an orange parka indoors. Beside him is a little girl roughly around Janet's age and that I think may be his sister.

"Heya, Kenny. Hi, Karen." Butters greets warmly to the two.

"Hi, Butters." Karen also greets, "Since you're here I can go back to doing my hair." She then skips out of the room happily in a way that reminds me of Janet. I shiver in disgust before turning my attention to Kenny and Butters.

Butters puts a hand on Kenny's forehead. "How you feelin?"

"Like shit." Kenny groans. Go figure. But then he looks over at me. "Who's this kid? I've never seen him before."

"Kenny, this is Kieran. Kieran, this is Kenny." Butters looks over at me and Kenny simultaneously as he says our respective names. But he's still smiling, even though a good friend of his is sick.

"I don't get why I'm still sick," Kenny starts to explain something, "I mean, Clyde and Token were sick a week ago and now I'm sick. You don't think I caught it from them do you?"

Butters waves his hands around frantically as if to say no, "Don't worry too much. But you probably did, Ken. You need to take it easy for a little longer."

"But I was gonna play basketball with the guys this afternoon."

"I think you should stay here and get some rest, Kenny." I say to assist Butters.

"Yeah." Butters nods in agreement.

Kenny sighs, then turns over on his side, facing away from me and Butters, "Fine. But I'm not staying in this hellhole tomorrow."

I look over at Kenny, unsure of what I should say. I've never actually known what to do when someone was sick or ill or something. I then speak up, "You'll probably be better by then anyway."

Kenny turns back towards us. I guess he's not really mad or anything. "Thanks, Butters, for visiting me." He says to Butters, "And thanks too, Kieran. I'll be sure to talk to you when I don't feel like crap."

"Sure." I reply. At least he's gonna be better. Me and Butters turn and leave the room, "Bye, Kenny! It was fun meeting you!"

Now outside, me and Butters begin to walk along the neighborhood, "So, uh, Butters." I say, "What'd you normally do in South Park?"

Butters rubbing at his knuckles. I swear I've seen him do it several times. "Well, uh, I normally like hanging out with Kenny, but as you know he's not feeling so good, and when that happens I go hang out with the others."

"Others?"

"Yeah. Kenny usually hangs out with his best friends at Cartman's house, where we're going right now."

"Ah. I see." It is probably the perfect opportunity to make more friends. After all, if I can be friends with Butters and Kenny then who says it can't stop there?


Soon enough, me and Butters approach a green house, likely to be Cartman's. It looks like any other house in South Park, as I have not seen a house look any different around the neighborhood. Hell, I never saw a unique house when I was in the car! Unless you counted that bigass mansion that stands a little further up from here then there's no house that really is worth noting appearance.

Butters then rings the doorbell. "Cartman should be here with Kyle and Stan." he tells me.

"OK. You think I can be friends with them?" I ask, slightly nervous.

"You'll be fine. But you'll have to watch out for-"

Before Butters can tell me which boy I should watch out for, the door opens, revealing an obese kid around my age holding a Snickers bar in his hand. Judging by this fatass' pockets there are more bars waiting to be eaten. I feel partially disgusted at this guy, and I'm thinking that coming here was a bit of a mistake…

"Hey, Butters." The fatass greets.

"Hi Eric." Butters greets as well, before turning to me, "This is Cartman."

I smirk, "You never told me he was fat." I then fall on the ground laughing. Butters stares at me in question before entering while the fatso looks at me in anger.

"AY!" Cartman exclaims in offence. But how have I offended him? "I'm not fat, you son of a bitch! I'm big-boned!"

I raise myself from the ground, "Sure you are." I hold out my hand, "My name's Kieran. I'm the new kid around here. My parents let me leave the house earlier than they wanted because I bitched on about how I wanted to make some friends."

Cartman then gives me a sweet, sickening smile, "Oh, how nice of you!" But just when I think he's being nice his smile drops, "But you're not welcome here. Go back home."

"Cartman, let him in!" a voice cries from inside.

"But, I don't want to!" Cartman whines. Talk about a fat bitch.

"CARTMAN!" another voice from inside yells.

"FINE!" Cartman puts his arms in the air then jumps up and down as if he was having a tantrum. He then forced a smile on his face, "Won't you come in?"

"Sure." I smile back. Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a smile… more like a smirk. I think Cartman's caught on with my expression, as he seems to want to hit me. I then kick him in the leg before dashing quickly to the couch, where I see two other guys playing video games.

"Hello?" I greet. They both seem to be focused on the video game. I guess I can relate.

But the one wearing the green hat pauses the game and gets off the couch, "Hey, dude."

"I'm Kieran, and I'm… ummm… new to the neighborhood…" I say slowly.

The green hat guy gives me a smile, "That's nice. You'll like it here." He then puts his hand out, "I'm Kyle Broflovski."

"Or as I like to call him, Jewboy." Cartman mutters with a smirk.

"Just shut up, Cartman." I retort. I may have met Cartman only a minute or so ago, but even that much time should be able to tell me that Cartman's just full of shit. "Or as I'm gonna call you, Fatass."

"AY!"

I shrug, "What? I didn't think 'Mama's Little Pumpkin would be as effective." I can see that the other kid on the couch is chuckling, and so is Kyle.

"Dude!" the other kid says, "That's so cool!" he gets off of the couch and reaches out to shake my other hand; me and Kyle were still shaking hands.

"It's nothing." I brush it off.

Then some lady walks into the room from the kitchen. I bet she's Cartman's mother. She's holding a tray of cookies, and passes them to Cartman, "Here you go my little pumpkin," I snicker, as do the others, except for Cartman himself, who's flipping us off. "I made you chocolate chip cookies for you and your friends!" But Cartman, holding the tray, turns away from his mom.

"Go to hell, mom." He grunts.

"Have fun, sweetie!" Huh, why did she not notice?

I look at the cookies on the tray Cartman's holding. They look really good. Something tells me that his mom's a really experienced cook… I sneakily try to grab a cookie for myself, as well as a few more for Stan, Kyle and Butters, and swiftly swipe four from the tray. Stan, Kyle and Butters all notice and stare at me, while Butters gasps. Only when Eric hears the gasp does he bother to notice that I took some cookies from his tray.

"AY!" Cartman yells, "Those are MY cookies!" he tries to snatch the cookies back by using the stubby paws he calls hands. Luckily, I manage to hold Cartman off long enough for Stan and Kyle to claim their cookies. Oddly, Butters didn't reach for one.

"Butters!" me and Cartman both call out.

"Take the cookie." I say, while Cartman's pulling at my shirt.

"But it belongs to Eric…" Butters cowers nervously. Can't blame him, because I always thought he was at least a little reserved. But Cartman made a grab for my hand. I successfully punch him away while Stan walks behind us for some reason.

"Take it!" I demand. Funny, because I never thought I'd be demanding my friends to do anything until later on. Oh well…

Kyle sighed, "For God's sake…" he takes ahold of the cookie and gives it to Butters, who accepts it thankfully yet nervously. The three of us then sit back down on the couch to eat our cookies.

"GODDAMNIT!" Cartman yells, but with a higher pitch, as if he was going to cry, "THAT WAS MY GODDAMN COOKIE YOU BASTARD!"

But suddenly, he leaps forward. But where Cartman was standing, Stan is standing, with his foot in the air. "FORE!" he shouts.

"You got what you deserved, Fatass." I smirk.

"Stan! You kicked me in the balls!" Cartman cries out. But that's odd. Wouldn't Stan have kick a layer (or layers) of fat?

"Shut up, Cartman." Stan says blankly.


An hour had passed, and we've been playing a little Singstar. Stan and Kyle are an amazing duo; probably the best of all of us. They were always getting all the notes on time. They both tell me that they're very good at Guitar Hero, and so have a little musical talent. Cartman's got decent vocals, I hate to admit. Butters is rather good with vocals too, but he seemed to only wanna dance to the music. I have to say that Butters has cool dance moves. As for me, I was a newcomer to the game, and was OK. I'm not a fan of singing but even I was pleased with winning one or two matches.

"Well, I better get home." Butters announces, "My parents will ground me if I go home late."

"Your parents ground you for everything, dude." Kyle dully mentions. Really? Poor Butters.

"Is that really true?" I ask. I am really in need of an answer.

"Yes." Butters nods,. That's a shame, "Once they grounded me because they said I look like a jackass."

"Did you pull a face?"

"No." he replies. Really? Mr. and Mrs. Stotch grounded their son because of his looks? Boy, what assholes.

"Wow." I get up from the couch, "Well, I'll be off as well. I've gotta get home or my mom will freak out."

"Why?" Cartman oddly asks.

I shrug, "I dunno, Fatass."

Stan chuckles under his breath to hide it from Cartman, and Kyle does the same.

"Later." I say as I wave and walk out of Cartman's house with Butters.


Has anyone noticed that it's really long for a chapter of one of my stories?

And yes, I DO play Singstar.

More coming soon!