Disclamer : South Park and the South Park games belong to their rightful creators and owners.
Summary : The new kid disliked night time and home pretty much the definition of hell for him.
Author's note : English isn't my first language, it's French. If you spot any mistakes or weirdness, please feel free to notify me !
This story is part of the writing month challenge from TheWritter1996: Write a one-shot per day and share it for an entire month. For more challenge, I decided to go one different fandom per day.
Home is where Hell is
Sitting at the table, facing his meal, the new kid sighed. Once again, he'd dine alone and the only music that would accompany him was the screams of his parents, fighting.
Again.
They were always fighting.
It was a wonder they hadn't divorced already. If given a choice, he'd go with his mother. His father was just a prick. He loved him, maybe, but what kind of man stated his son's hair was weird, or worse, that he needed a nose surgery because of how bad it looked? And the worst of all, what kind of man slapped his wife?
He wished the days were longer. Sure, the kids in town were all pretty weird and some borderline annoying. But he couldn't deny that their imagination was just the best and for as long as the sun would shine upon South Park, he'd be allowed to escape that hell of a house he lived in, run errands and think of anything else but his pathetic and sad family life, if this could still be called a family. He had stopped trying to understand his parents. He just knew they were fucked up, that his dad was a fucking woman abuser and that he was in the middle, with each parent trying to make him side with him against the other. So yes, playing superheroes, punishing microaggressions, updating Coonstagram and helping a gay couple reconcile sounded like a blast compared to what he was forced to go through when the night spread its wings. The Coon was right, for once, Eric Cartman was right, South Park did change at night and he didn't even had to leave his place to witness it.
After taking another bite, he gave up trying to enjoy his food while listening to his parents' rants. He just hoped to be able to fall asleep fast, so his ears would block all of that away. He couldn't wait for his buddies to come and pick him up for their adventures. It meant he was out of all this mess for a short time and that simple thought was enough to make him feel better.
The End