Sick of it
Authors note: I'm sick of all the EXTREMELY ooc-ness that's been going around the South Park Goths fandom. Sick. of. it. So, I'll be posting teeny-weeny drabbles, hoping to get your creative juices going.... with the freaking boundaries that the characters COME WITH!! DX
Oh, and Damien may or may not be added in here, counting on how I feel. :\
Pairings: CuRed (CurlyGothxRedGoth), what some people like to refer to as GIke (KinderGothxIke), Hints at Style (I hope to hell you know what that means), and one you've never heard of, Kennrietta! (KennyxHenrietta) :D That one will make sense eventually, I hope.
Henrietta just managed to finish the final word of her poem when odd noises began seeping in from her closet. She glanced down at the Kindergoth, who had fallen asleep some time ago. "Shh!! You'll wake him up!"
The Red Goth always hated it when Stan Marsh walked by. He would be the first to notice, then Kinder, then Henrietta... then Curly.
The Red Goth hated it when the Curly Goth noticed Stan. He hated it when any of them noticed Stan, really, but he hated it the most when the tallest of their group noticed. Because that was when Stan really got noticed.
"The Bible says that homosexuals will never enter the Kingdom of God..." The boy had hair that was as curly as his, and his thumb in his mouth made him seem as if he was mumbling.
Curly tsked and wrapped an arm around Red's waist. "His loss."
Red couldn't help but smirk. Really, they kind of did raise Kinder, but he didn't have to follow in their footsteps!
"So... caffeine stunts growth..." The short boy, the Kindergoth, nodded.
"And... cigarettes suppress appetite..." Again, the slight boy nodded.
"And this is why he won't date you?" But this received no reply, other than his tiny legs being pulled towards his tiny chest.
Red looked up at Curly, who didn't seem to find it as amusing. "Stay away from the Broflowski's. They're trouble."
Kinder looked up, his eyes seemingly distant. "That's what Kyle said about us."
"You know death unlike any one else. You've been to Heaven and you've been to Hell. You've experienced unimaginable pain. And yet, you stand strong. You live your life, as if you were one of them. Someone like your friends. But your not. Death seeks you, desires you. And yet here you stand, as if nothing had ever happened to you... You're not one of them. You're not some conformist waiting for your eventual Death, acting like it'll been twenty years from now.... You... you're the most interesting soul I have ever met."
"And you've got boobs."
Henrietta sighed heavily. "Yes. I do."
"We're a match made on Earth."
"Yes." She ran clawed fingers gently down his un-hooded neck. "We are."
-End Set 1-
See? Was that so hard? :\ Oh! And I know some of you like to give them names, but I'm just waiting to see if their characters are developed more. It's nothing against you, I just don't like it.... And what's wrong with calling them Red, Curly and Kinder? I mean, do what you will, I just like them this way. :)
Oh, and what do you think of the Kennrietta? XD Does it seem plausible now? No? :c Well, it did to me!
I really do love you all,
Nae'Ka