It all happened so fast.
Stan Marsh looked up from inside of the basement as the door swung open, his parents standing there. He fumed, glaring at them as he was about to begin yelling at them, but being cut off by them darting down and embracing them with a hug. The raven haired 13 year old stood speechless for a moment, confused. "Mom, Dad?" When they didn't answer, he continued anyway. "Why'd you put me down here, where's Shelly?" No answer. "What'd I do wrong? You didn't even say anything when you pushed me in here." He normally would have shoved them away and demanded for an answer right then and there, but there was something about the way they were shaking, and why their faces were blotchy and wet when they pulled away that made him nervous and uneasy.
"Sweetie.. We had to. There's a lot going on right now." His mother spoke up, her voice scratchy. She proceeded to wipe a few salty tears away from her reddened face. "Before we locked you in here, some people.. They showed up, and started to massacre poor little children. We didn't want either of you to be next, and thank god you're okay, but Sheila and Gerald?"
Stan's heart stopped for a moment at the mention of his best friend's parents. Oh god, had they done something to Kyle? He gave a small, barely noticeable nod.
"The invaders got Ike. They raided the preschool.." Sharon stopped, covering her face, but Randy finished for her.
"And the high school." His father had finally spoken. The man had been silent the entire time. Stan hadn't seen his father cry all that much, and when he had, it had never been as bad as this. And then, it hit the boy.
Shelly was in high school.
"Your sister, they.. They just blew up the whole school. The invaders took the teachers out, locked all the kids in, and blew the whole place up."
Stan could have sworn everything stopped for a moment. He barely even noticed his parents anymore. The black haired boy couldn't help himself. This was too much at once.
He bent his torso down as he spewed onto the floor.
The thirteen year old had been given a chair to sit in as his parents told him everything, from some of the children who had been brutally slaughtered, to how terrifying the invaders were, how they made everyone watch as they would execute the youths of the town. It made the boy even more uncomfortable, as now his parents were crying, hugging him and each other whenever they could, it was way different from their usual personalities. He wanted his parents back.
"Stan.. You have to leave. We don't want to see you die." His mother pleaded, her eyes wide, as Randy had gone back to being silent.
The said boy didn't look up from his feet, quickly standing and wrapping his arms around his parents, whispering only three words..
"I love you.."
It was 3:35 P.M. The invaders had left for a lunch break, and the parents of the remaining youths had thought of this as their chance. After minutes of bawling, hugs and kisses, the children were discreetly hurried onto a train. Stan's brown gaze flitted around, the remaining children looking shocked, terrified, upset most of all. His eyes soon landed on the back of three heads, the hair which he had grown to recognize. The first one, from what he could see, fit on a chubby overweight kid, his hair an ash brown color, a red coat wrapped around the wide body. The next, a messy head of golden blond hair. He didn't see it too often though, as an orange parka would replace it, thus taking the raven haired boy a moment to figure out the owner of the hair. Finally, came the curly red locks he had become most familiar with.
Eric Cartman. Kenny McCormick. Kyle Broflovski.
Giving a sigh of relief, Stan quickly sped over to his friends.
And Eric.
To the sound of quick footsteps, Kyle turned around, relief washing over him as he noticed his best friend running towards him.
"Dude! Oh thank god you're okay.." The redhead grinned, though that quickly disappeared as Cartman strolled over, Kenny in his tracks, who was smiling broadly, his hood down for a change.
"Hey Jew, Stan." The brunette said, hands in the pockets of his coat, a smug look on his face as Kyle glared at him. Kenny simply waved, his smile still planted on his face.
"Hey Fatass, Kenny." Stan chuckled at Cartman's change of expression, from a smirk to a glare.
After that, the four went quiet, sitting down on the train. This wasn't much of the time to talk, but at least they tried to make the best of the moment for a minute, though failing soon after.
The rest of the kids soon sat down as the ride started, and soon it was eerily quiet.
It was like that for the rest of the ride, despite the occasional cough, sneeze, or one of Tweek's many noises.
"(Hey Porky, wake up, we're here.)" The short blonde shook Eric wildly, awakening the boy. Kenny's hood was back on.
"The fuck do you want, Poor boy? Where's 'here'?" He grunted, opening one eye as he glanced around.
The quartet soon stood, stumbling out of the train along with the other children. "Aparrently, we're at Saint Garrison's Home for Children." Stan read the sign aloud.
"Is this an orphanage or somethin'?" Eric squinted as they all entered.
"Ohh, jesus christ! An orphanage? I'm never gonna be able to drink coffee again! Agh!" The four turned to their right to see a spastic blonde tugging nervously at the gap of his green button-up shirt, his green eyes wide with fear. Token was next to him, patting him on the back reassuringly- even though it was probably for the best that Tweek cut down on the liquid- as Clyde was trying not to cry himself.
"God, he's such a spaz. He's gotta quit that drink anyway." Cartman murmured, glaring up at the sign once again as the other three nodded in agreement.
The chatter between everybody was slowly cut off as loud 'clip clops' of shoes boomed down the hallway of the wooden floors, a woman soon being revealed. She was wearing a long black dress, black flats, black stockings, everything she was wearing was dark and dull. She had a sharp nose and chin, her eyes narrowed, seeming cruel. Her had brown hair held up in a bun, and skin sagged slightly past the bottom of her jaw. A classic cruel, creepy old chick in Eric's eyes.
The woman's eyes glanced around, searching for the cause of the loud unexpected cacophony. As she found the source, her gaze softened, and she spoke with a slight sternness.
"Hello, children. Come inside, we've heard much about you."
Stan narrowed his eyes. Um, what? She's never even met any of us, how could she know us? She's never been in South Park, and we literally just left. Who is this woman? He thought, suspicion growling quickly inside of the 13 year old.
"Seems like one of those movies, don't you think? And that name. Garrison. Doesn't that sound familiar..?" Kyle leaned in as he turned over to Stan and Kenny, the blonde piping up.
"(Yeah actually, that's because it was the name of-)"
"Children, chop chop!" The lady spoke again, not bothering to turn her head, which was held high as she walked.
At that the three hurried after Cartman, who was a bit of a fast-walker.
"Alright, we've arrived. This is the mess hall, where you will be eating all of your meals." She stopped abruptly, Kevin accidentally bumping into her, but quickly staggering back. The woman payed no mind, soon turning around to face the young teens. "I am Ms. Robyn. Feel free to come to me with anything." Once again she turned around, breaking into full stride once again, calling out rooms, such as "kitchen", "restrooms", "living room", and "play room", which was quite large. As she neared the bedrooms, she stood still once again, this time Kevin stopped quick enough so the past incident was not repeated. "Alright children, here with me I have a few of the other people you will see here. Here are a couple of your other caretakers. We have Leah," she looked over to a blonde, maybe in her late twenties, "Harris and Jacksen," she turned to two twins, both with wiry black hair and gray eyes. "This lady," she nodded to her left where a short and stubby woman with ginger hair stood, "is Ruby. She is one of our cooks. Next to her is Bastion, her assistant." She looked over to a small boy who was about their age. He had tanned skin and green eyes. His short brown hair was wavy and a bit messy, and he had a small grin. "He'll be showing you the bedding arrangements." And with that, Ms. Robyn strided off.
Bastion was left with the rest of the children, all eyes on him at once. "Well alright, then." His voice was a bit hoarse, but barely. "Follow me, and I'll show you all of the rooms. They look like prisoner cells on the outside, but the insides are a lot nicer, believe me. Now, here at the first room, we've got.." the green eyed boy felt his pockets, pulling a small wrinkled pink post it note out of the left one, and reading it. "Kevin, Jimmy, and Timmy- oh look, your names rhyme! You'll be put with Ethan. He's pretty nice." and with that Bastion opened the door, and the three entered.
"Hmm.. Bebe, Red, and Annie, you're with Kristina." He opened the next door and the three girls stepped inside.
"Token, Clyde, Tweek, you're with Reese." Token opened it himself, Clyde taking it from him, but closing it on Tweek, who let out an "Nngh!" as it came in on him, having the twitchy coffee-addict swing the door open and dart inside.
"Alright, the rest of the rooms are completely empty or they're full. Here we've got Wendy, Heidi, Nichole, and.." The boy stopped for a moment. "Butters?" He looked up at the small blonde. "Your name is Butters?"
Said boy rubbed his knuckles together, nodding, but then shaking his head. "Well, yes and no. My real name is Leopold, but everybody calls me Butters."
"Because it's sickening to have too much of him!" Cartman called out, earning a few snickers, but glares from Stan, Kenny and Kyle, the blonde shaking his head at him as he glared.
"Oh! Well, okay. Next room! Stan, Eric, Kenny, and Kyle!" The quartet entered, glancing around. The room had light blue walls with wooden floors, the floors like the rest of the building. There were four beds, two on the east side oh the room, the other two on the west. Stan could hear more children being called, like Gregory, Christophe, Pip, and Damien for another room, the goth kids together, who had to drag Bradley along with them.
Kyle gave a small sigh. "Well hey, at least this seems comforting. Right guys?" He turned to the other three.
"(Hell yeah! Better than my own house!)"
"Guess so."
"Dibs on this bed!"
With Kenny face down on his bed, arms and legs flat out across the rest of it, Cartman was fluffing up his pillow, and Stan was sitting criss-cross applesauce on his own bed, sinking a finger into the mattress to see how far down it could go. That was quick. The redhead thought.
Kenny had his parka off now, grinning, before his eyes flew open, confused, concerned and a little worried.
"Anyone seen Craig yet?"
Author's Note
Hey guys! Azaleam00n here! Hope you liked the first chapter! I'm adding a few other kids who were in the orphanage before the South Park kids, Ethan, Reese and Kristina are three examples, along with Bastion. I hope you enjoyed this, I'm open for criticism. And if you didn't know, everyone is 13 in this. ALSO, if you're wondering why Reese Ethan and Kristina aren't in the same room, something happened with their roommates, which I don't wanna give away for plot reasons. Alright, g'bye!