None of the following characters or settings belong to me, but to their rightful creators of the TV show/videogames. Also, I would like to point out that, for the story's purpose, all the seasons of the show will be unified into one so that all characters can coexist under the same age group and timeline of the current events
Bold words: Locations
Italic: Dovahkiin's thoughts
Normal: Story events THROUGH Dovakhiin's point of view
(South Park, 2004)
The small mountain town located in Park County, Colorado, home of over 4,388 people according to recent estimates, is currently under federal investigation due to some legal inconsistencies in the last reports.
Open cases about: embezzlement, financial frauds, money laundering and bribery began to pile up on the agents' desks. Each and everyone leading to some locals from the little town.
In spite of this, and due to the enormous money amount owed to the State, South Park publicly declared itself in bankruptcy, much to the dismay of everyone.
House prices progressively dropped and so did the quality of life for most of the townsfolk. Thus, the initiative of "relocation" began in hopes to, at least, safeguard the younger generations to come for the future of the country.
(Birch City, 2019)
Wargate Penitentiary
Inside the walls of the iron prison, Andrew Dovahkiin-as he preferred to be named by everyone-was currently serving his five-year sentence after being caught in small robbery at a little convenience store. All because of a broken car that left him off the road. Still, it wasn't something he really minded of.
Ever since the whole relocation program fiasco forced him to move to the big city with his family, things began to fall down like block tower-piece by piece-in front of the young man's eyes.
First it started off with bad friendships due to his large popularity basis, which soon led him to drugs, weapons, girls, all that shit that would make any parents go fucking crazy.
Now homeless (without any place to go or stay after his arrest), Andrew felt the unwillingness to leave for the time being. If he were to set foot outside now, he would be most likely going back to his old habits just to earn a few dollars and pretend this 'social stability' is even worth his damn time.
"Hey! Dickhead!" yelled a rude officer, calling my attention.
"Pack your stuff, you're leaving" he added much to my surprised expression.
"What?" I asked in disbelief. It hadn't even been a year yet, and someone was already bailing me out of this hellhole. I could only wonder who would be so interested in helping me...
The moment I set foot at the prison entrance, I allowed myself to be bask in the bright sunlight coming from the warm sun since I knew that, soon, autumn's cool weather will have a bad impact in my health. Damn flu.
Everything seemed so good and relaxing by the looks of it. Being outside the big house and be able to breathe the air of freedom. Yes, nothing could be better, if not by the presence of a certain red haired young man in a green business suit that was waiting for me next to an expensive black car.
Is this supposed to be a fucking joke?
"Hello, dude" said Kyle with a small smile, greeting me very humbly.
"You're kidding, right?" I inquired sarcastically to which he just simply shrugged it off.
"Is that how you greet other people after so long?" he retorted with the same tone.
"Of all the people that could get me out, it had to be you. If I would have known that, I'd have asked the warden to throw away the key please".
"Wow, aren't you more talkative now?"
"Cut the crap, Kyle. What do you want?" I confronted him almost instantly, but he ignored my remark and walked to the driver's seat in silence to open the door.
"Get in, and I'll let you know" he replied as he entered in his fancy vehicle.
Not wanting to be a douche with the person that paid my bond, I quickly hopped in the passenger's seat and let Kyle drive me to God knows where. At least I wouldn't have to worry about being in prison for now.
"I see life's been treating you really good" he commented somewhat satirical while driving by the highway.
"You're one to talk, Mr. lawyer" I replied unemotionally.
That's right, my longtime pal from South Park elementary school, Kyle here, is now known as one of the most important and influential lawyers in the city. "The new face of righteousness" they say. However, this wouldn't piss me off so much if it wasn't for all the lies and dishonest practices his father used back then. No wonder the Broflovski had the best of luck after moving here to Birch City.
"At least I made a career out of sweat and hard-work!" he countered my bold statement angrily.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that…
"All I'm saying is, I'm surprised. Not everyday, an upstanding member of the community, like you, shows that much interest for a scumbag that has been sentenced to prison. Even I know that something is off, just a little" I admitted genuinely curious, but also distrustful of his answer and expressions.
"As if everything has to be about you" he simply said before turning on the radio to put a station of his preference.
The soft rock music helped to alleviate the tense atmosphere between us. Just two silent men sitting inside the car as he followed the granite route that led to the city.
Soon afterwards, during the short-break announcement, the anchorman presented an old report from days ago related to a criminal dealing that apparently went very wrong as both sides ended up with huge casualties.
"You heard about that incident in Smithboro?" he asked me with a monotonous tone.
"Yeah, poor bastards" I replied pitifully.
"Craig was there..."
WHAT?!
"You can't be serious" I said somewhat shocked.
"His body, along with others, were sent to Jimmy's medical office for the forensic investigation. He immediately called most of us to share sad the news. Just so you know, the funeral will be this Saturday" he explained me.
"Thanks, I'll have that in mind" I commented regretfully.
Damn, Craig…we weren't that close friends when we were young, but that doesn't mean I'd actual feel ok to hear that he got shot. Now that I think of it, we did crossed paths on the streets a couple of times. He mentioned something about buying a flat for him and his boyfriend. Oh, poor Tweek. That guy has too many personal issues to add this one to the list.
"We're here" said Kyle after he stopped in front of an apartment building in Collins borough.
"You actually bought me a flat?" I teased him with a smirk. Is he really trying to buy me? What an asshole.
"Rented, and don't get too excited! It's up to you now if you want to live under a warm roof or in the cold streets" he quickly clarified it to me.
"Whatever you say, sir" I answered nonchalantly while getting out of the vehicle. By the time I closed the door, he immediately gave me a small presentation card with his personal phone number. As expected, this has a price.
"My office is in Pine Hollow, is not too far from here. Come by tomorrow and we can speak more calmly" he insisted as I nod, then he drove away. Probably to his office I presume.
My gut feeling tells me that this isn't going to be pleasant for me in the slightest…AGAIN, for the third time.
Second attempt with a South Park fanfic. Hope this time I got it right (crossed fingers)