((So, basically, I decided to write a short story about the minor, non-human characters of South Park, since they don't seem to get enough love and attention. Their personalities were determined by me, based on how I perceived them throughout the seasons. It doesn't necessarily mean they're accurate, but it's my opinion as to how they would behave in such given situations. With that said, I will be using the following characters in this story: Clyde Frog, Mr. Hat, Mr. Kitty, Sparky, and Stripe. And to make things less confusing, I will also describe their personalities before beginning the story: Sparky is the most caring out of the rest of the characters. He takes the time to comfort others and offer them hope and encouragement. Stripe is schizophrenic and has a personality like Tweek, so you can expect plenty of violent spasms from him. Mr. Kitty and Clyde Frog, despite living together, are completely opposite. Clyde Frog is the brains of the operation. He's very outgoing, always comes up with the most practical ideas, presents the group with common sense, and isn't afraid to take risks. Mr. Kitty, on the other hand, is very shy and tends to keep to himself. He hardly ever talks to anyone and spends a lot of time hiding in the corner. And lastly, Mr. Hat lingered last in line for brains, meaning that he's the opposite of Clyde Frog's smarts and common sense. Every idea Mr. Hat comes up with is either crazy, not possible, or just completely barbaric. He's completely oblivious to his surroundings and never quite understands why things never go his way. Also, I'm writing this story in paragraph/chapter form, meaning that each paragraph starts a new chapter. Basically, each chapter is written from a certain characters point of view, which will be revealed within the first couple of sentences. With that said, I hope you can enjoy this short story. I dedicate it to my awesome friend Anna because she was the inspiration. So, this will just prove how amazing she truly is!))
It was completely dark. Not a single particle of light was present within the early morning air. The subzero temperatures made the experience even more unpleasant. But one thing was obvious: he had been locked away in the toy chest again for too long. Except this time he was all alone. He didn't have the company of his trusted companions by his side. Helplessly, he wandered about planning his next move when suddenly a burst of light came crashing through an opening in the chest, signifying that his exit was imminent. He slowly but steadily crawled out of the dreadful place he'd been lurking for so long and planned to make his escape. He knew that the rest of his team was awaiting his arrival at Sizzlers for an early-morning meeting. Before attempting to make his final exit, he knew that he had to ensure his owner knew nothing about his temporary departure. As such, he carefully examined the bed upon which his blubbery master had been lying for the past several hours. From the scent of dozens of fried spices lingering in the air, he knew one thing was blatantly obvious: he had passed out from eating too much KFC again. Reassuring himself that he would be safe for at least another five hours, Clyde Frog hesitantly made his way to the window that his master had foolishly left open, resulting in the sudden climate surge in the room. He was cold and frightened, but he knew that he had to make his way to Sizzlers to meet up with his companions. This sudden burst of motivation landed him on an area directly outside of the upstairs floor that overlooks the ice-covered ground below. Regretfully, he knew that he couldn't make the fall, but was determined to find a way out. He continued searching the roof for other possible exits, but failed to find anything safer. And he knew it would be unwise to attempt an escape through the ground floor, due to the fact that it would prove to draw too much attention from the passing cars and random pedestrians at all hours of the night. And taking the risk of getting caught was just too daring for him. He knew there had to be another way out. Though a dangerous move, he made his escape from the roof by descending down a rain gutter, as if to use it as a slippery slide, and landed upon the soft ground that had yet to be covered in ice. Knowing that he was safe, he continued walking away from the house and towards his destination, being very mindful of avoiding contact with the outside world. He met up with the others a short time later.