I'm a new south park aficionado (about 2 months since I watched my first episode) and I wanted to try my hand at writing my own fan fic to it, unfortunately no matter how hard I tried I simply couldn't think of anything to write so two days ago I got out a notebook and just started writing even if it was utter nothingness until something came out of it. Whither its good or bad I leave that up to you to tell me and I encourage your input good or bad!
On with the story!
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"Dude!" Kyle looked up from his open book to his super best friend. Stan was sitting in front of the computer, supposedly working on a social studies project and beckoning the Jew over with urgent movements.
"What is it?" Kyle sighed. He was too comfortable to get up off the bed with out good reason.
"Were on the Internet!"
"Oh, the wonders of home computers." Kyle rolled his eyes; view going back to the leather bound volume.
"Kyle! I'm serious! We- as in you, me, fat ass, Kenny, are ON the Internet."
"And?" He didn't glance away this time. "With half the shit Cartman's convinced us to do we're lucky if its not America's most wanted's homepage."
"No. It's like hundreds of websites dedicated to US with like…obsessive stalker details."
"What? NO way." Kyle finally sat down "The comprehensive history of South Park, Colorado" and slid his slight frame off the down comforter, coming to rest behind Stan.
"That's you?" He asked, pale finger pointing at a picture of a round-headed boy with big, round eyes and a red and blue hat. Bold black letters labeled it as Stan Marsh.
"Look at you." The raven-haired boy gestured towards the screen. They both looked at an equally round boy, this one wearing a green hat with ear flaps and clearly marked as Kyle Broflovski.
"At least they didn't add my hair." Kyle mumbled, hands sub-consciously coming up to tangle in the fire-red locks.
"You know what these pictures remind me of?" Stan said, scrolling down a listing of almost everyone in the town.
"Those paper cut outs Butter's did of us?"
"Bingo."
"Go back to the search results. This is fuckin' creepy." Kyle glared at the computer.
"I know right?" Stan pressed the button.
"Click the first one." Kyle instructed.
Stan dragged the mouse over to "south park studios" and read the description. "Watch every episode of South Park for free and get news straight from the studio at the official site for television series."
"Never mind, next. Were not a damn TV show." Kyle growled.
"Fine. Next ones wikipedia, there reliable." Stan clicked the link and instantly was greeted with a shot of the entire town in paper form. Underneath that was a long article.
"South Park is an American animated sitcom created by Trey Parker and Matt Stone for the Comedy Central television network. Intended for mature audiences, the show has become infamous for its crude, surreal, satirical, and dark humor that lampoons a wide range of topics.
The ongoing narrative revolves around four children—Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman, and Kenny McCormick—and their bizarre adventures in and around the fictional and titular Colorado town." Kyle narrated with a look of disgust. "Dude!" He looked at Stan. "What's going on?!"
"I don't know." Stan pushed away from the computer. "I gotta get the other two." He rolled the computer chair to the edge of the steps. "Kenny! Cartman! Get outta the stupid fridge and get up here now!"
Meanwhile Kyle was still reading. The Jew knelt down in front of the now chair less computer to get a better look, biting his lip as his eyes read over the print. "This is so messed up!" he exclaimed as Stan came back in the room.
"Look at this! I clicked the link on my name, they know everything about me!!"
"Chill." He rolled back to the desk, Kyle scooting over to allow his best friend room, resting his elbows on Stan's lap to keep the screen in view.
"It says they wanted to kill off my character Stan!" He exclaimed.
"Lets look at a different one." Once again he went back to the main list/
"You called us up here so we could watch Ginger give you a blow job?" Cartman sneered form the doorway.
"Shut up Cartman." The two boys yelled in sync, Kyle standing up instantly and chucking what ever happened to be closest at the Nazi.
"Ow! Fuuk! That hurt!" The brown haired boy cried out, pudgy hand rubbing his head.
"Porn?" Kenny asked eagerly as he came in, munching happily on a bag of popcorn.
"No Kenny. Someone's stalking us!" Kyle snapped.
"Really? Cool!"
"This is unreal!" Stan exclaimed as he looked through another site.
"Ugh!" Kyle threw his hands up in the air in disgust, stomping over to sit on the bed. "I don't like this."
"Still got sand in yer vagina Kahl?" Cartman smirked. "Although by now it's pro'ly turnin' into pearls."
"Am I really the only one who cares about this?!" Kyle practically screamed. "Seriously, I got a bad feeling about this! Do you know what all that stuffs sayin'?! Were not real! Were imaginary- fake- pretend! How can ya'll NOT care?!?"
"I think it's pretty cool." Kenny interjected.
"You would, don't you see?! That's why you don't stay dead!"
"It's my love for you that keeps me comin' back" Kenny interjected, batting his eyes at the Jew.
"Dude that's the faggyest thing you've ever said and I hope to Moses your joking." Kyle growled before turning back to his rant. "That's why Stan was able to find a giant talking clitoris!" Kyle was getting louder and more high pitched. "That's why Cartman was able to eat enough fake treasure to rupture anyone's insides! Why I killed Jesus to save the Easter bunny! All the shit that never made sense to me adds up now. WE. DON'T. EXIST."
"So?" Stan looked at his near hysterical friend. "We still are here right so no matter what our universe is whether it was made by a little furry freak, a man with a beard or these Matt and Tray guys were still here." He stood up, going over to the red head. "Everything is relative right? Einstein and all that shit?"
"Really, It's not like it should mater you stupid hippie!"
"Not like it maters?! Of course it matters" If were someone's little fantasy what if they get bored and decide to kill one of us off or torture us or give us cancer or something? What if they just flash flood the town, will it mater than Cartman?!" He pushed Stan away from him with a noise of disgust.
"Ya'll might not care but I can't help but feel this is the start of something horrible." He snatched up his coat, slamming the door hard enough to shake a dreidel off his shelf. "I'm going for a walk!" He yelled, zipping his coat against the frigid night air.
The three of them stared at one another, watching through the window as the petite Jew disappeared into the darkness.
It was Cartman who broke the silence. "Sooooo was it my imagination or did the Jew-fag say he killed Jesus?"
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OK, continue? Yes? No? Do you have something you want to see in here? Want them to read your story? Any feed back at all?