This is an old fanfic written be a preteen. Have fun.
South Park is a cool show by Trey Parker and Matt Stone, Corpse Party anime belongs to Asread studios. This was inspired by some awesome art by Beansofyuki on Tumblr.
There's gore.
South Park: Tortured Souls- Prolouge
Rain hammered down on the wooden roof of the elementary school, thunder clouds rolling across the sky, emitting angry growls and spontaneous flashes of light. The beings inside the little building took no notice of the muffled thunder and wind beating against the oak panelling, most of them were too focused on their own cries of fear to even acknowledge the vicious storm.
Four children had been laid side by side, each struggling against their binds, writhing and sobbing on the wooden flooring. Tight blindfolds obscured their vision, the stench of death filling up their senses.
A new sound entered the room, a brown haired girl furthest from the door stilled, listening to the approaching footsteps with interest. They stopped just beside her, staying there for a minute before returning to the door frame.
The little boy closest to the door increased his struggling when something metallic was pressed against the roof of his mouth.
"No, please don't!"
High pitched shrieks were quickly cut off by thin fingers grabbing his tongue, sharp blades cut into the muscle and hacked away untill his tongue could be easily yanked out. Scissors stabbed into his mouth again, and again, and again until his assailant was satisfied, blood splashing onto their weapon, their hands, the little red haired girl tied up beside the victim.
The girl screamed as warm liquid dripped onto her cheek, the figure stood above her with scissors raised before bringing them down into her eye.
"No! I don't want to die!"
"Please stop!"
"Help!"
The screams continued, but so did the scissors, slicing, cutting, hacking, stabbing away at the children.
Finally the only sound that filled the room was something slowly being pulled away inside one of the children's mouths, accompanied by heavy breathing.
The brown haired girl sat panting in one corner of the room, crimson liquid and chunks of flesh caked her arms and clung to her dress. Slowly her head lifted to face the door, dull blue eyes fell upon the man standing there, and she smiled.
...
"So, tell me what's been going on between you and Stan?"
Wendy looked up from her textbook in surprise before frowning at her blond friend,
"What do you mean?"
Bebe smirked, leaning towards Wendy with a dark expression,
"Wendy and Stan.."
Pressing her hands against the noirettes chest she began to laugh,
"..doing stuff like this!"
Instantly Wendy's cheeks flushed pink, blue eyes widened in surprise as Bebe groped at her chest.
"And of course stuff like this!"
Her hands moved away, instead puckering her lips at the noirette and moving their faces together.
Thinking fast Wendy slammed her textbook into her friends face, Bebe reeled backwards and dropped onto the bed.
"As if we'd do that."
Wendy narrowed her eyes at the blond playing dead on her duvet, placing her book on the bedside table and jabbing Bebe's side.
One bright blue eye opened, still shining with amusement,
"Don't be so boring!"
Bebe chuckled, sitting up so she could put her arm around Wendy,
"Same goes for Stan. You're so attractive I don't see how he can restrain himself, I know I wouldn't!"
She made another dive for Wendy's breasts, earning herself another smack over the head, fortunately for her it was only a pillow slamming into her face this time.
"Why are you even in my bed?!"
Wendy snapped, crossing her arms across her chest as Bebe rubbed the area on her forehead the pillow had been directed at.
"I already put down a mattress for you." The noirette turned to indicate the bed she'd laid out earlier, Bebe used this as an opportunity to reach out and playfully squeeze her friends butt. Wendy whipped around with pillow in hand but the blond girl had already retreated on to the mattress, her face a picture of innocence.
"Quit it!"
Wendy demanded, placing both hands firmly on her hips. Bebe tossed blond curls over her shoulder and smiled sweetly,
"Quit what?"
"You just touched my butt"
"Wendy, are you sexually frustrated; by any chance?"
The blond girl giggled at her friends shocked reaction,
"Why don't you go ahead and ask Stan Marsh for a 'favor' at tomorrows culture festival?"
She gave her a suggestive wink, flinching when Wendy raised the pillow above her head, the noirettes face had turned scarlet with embarrassment. Wendy took a deep breath and lowered her weapon, reaching up to turn off the light switch,
"Good night!"
...
A clock moved steadily forward, it's little red hand counting seconds was the only sound in Kyle's bedroom. It had long since gone dark outside but the red head was still wide awake, swiping lazily through his camera roll at todays photos. Most of them consisted of the preparations for tomorrows festival but he stopped to smile at a group picture he'd taken of his friends, apple green eyes scanning warmly over each face.
The image disappeared suddenly, replaced by Butter's slightly surprised contact photo, 'INCOMING CALL' displayed in big letters below it. Kyle tapped the answer button and rested the device against his ear,
"Yes?"
"Hello is this Kyle Brovloski? This is the class president speaking."
An exaggerated high pitched voice came through the speaker, Kyle rolled his eyes and sat up,
"Hi Butters."
He heard his blond friend giggle on the other end of the line,
"Aw, you got me!"
"I have your number saved on my phone you know."
"Oh yeah"
Butters continued to giggle a couple moments longer,
"I just thought I'd wish you luck with tomorrow's festival."
Kyle made a small noise to indicate thanks, absently running a hand through his curls he spoke,
"Tomorrow's your last day right?"
For a minute there was silence on Butter's end of the line, the red head could almost feel his friends sadness through his mobile.
"Yeah.. My family moves to the new town on Friday."
Kyle's brow creased slightly, picking up on the uncertainty in his blond friends tone.
"You'll be fine" Kyle reassured him, "The kids at your transfer school will love you, and don't forget you can call me and the guys anytime."
"Okay"
Butter's voice was a little more confident after that,
"I just really don't want anything to change, I've lived in South Park my whole life and I'm really going to miss everyone."
"Even Craig?"
Kyle smiled when he heard Butters laugh,
"Yeah, maybe even Craig."
There was silence again for a couple of seconds, again Kyle was the one to break it,
"I'm going to hang up now, unlike you I need to get some homework done for Friday."
"Okay, thanks Kyle for talking with me!"
"No problem"
He pressed the little red button to end the call, the picture of his friends appearing on the screen again. Green eyes settled on the face of the blond boy he'd just been talking with and frowned sadly, he was going to miss him.
...
Heavy snow boots trudged down South Parks main street, Craig's hands sunk deep into his trouser pockets to shield them from the biting cold this town's wind always seemed to carry. A familiar shock of blond hair in the shop window he was passing caught his attention. Changing his course the raven haired boy stepped into the warm interior of Tweek Bros Coffee, the little gold coloured bell above his head jingled as he did so and caught the attention of the boy behind the counter.
"Oh J-Jesus a customer!"
Fumbling to put away the book he'd been staring into Tweek managed to knock over a jar of plastic spoons and drop the thick tome on his foot. Craig sighed and walked over to his friend, leaning down to gather up the plastic cutlery while Tweek hopped up and down whilst clutching his wounded foot.
"You're working late"
Craig stated, placing the spoons back in their rightful place and ruffling the blonds hair. By now Tweek had recovered and craned his neck to see other boys face,
"Thanks Craig"
He smiled shyly, laying his book back on the counter,
"So, c-can I get you a-anything..?"
Dark blue eyes travelled down to the book, ignoring Tweek's question he picked it up and turned it over, searching for a non existent title on the leather bound book.
"You studying?"
Tweek shook his head, reaching out to grab a sheet of paper as it slipped from between the pages,
"Y-you know how we're all going to see Butters off after t-the festival tomorrow, I thought we should all do something special f-for him to remember us by."
Craig nodded, watching as Tweek turned the seemingly blank sheet of paper over to look at the outline of a paper doll,
"What's that?"
"A good luck charm. I-it'll make sure we all stay g-good friends forever."
A small smile found it's way on to the raven haired boy's face, it was very Tweek to think of something like that. Placing the book back on the counter he turned his head, eyes settling on the bar opposite Tweek's family shop.
"Wanna go get drinks after you finish in here?"
Tweek glanced up from placing the paper back in to the book, contemplating the tall boy in front of him. He smiled,
"Maybe.."