Kittycookie- I'll be working on this for a while. It's fun to write. I wanted each character to shine, and seem like they used to be, so i added each of their little mannerisms like "Oh hamburgers."
lol smiley face- The answers to Kenny will be revealed today. I'll explain what happened to him within the next few chapters. The finds are somewhat wiped. They definatly aren't completely wiped though. That can be seen through Kyle's mind.
YemerryHippogriffs- I don't know if i'm going to be adding Mysterion to this, but he seems like a good edition if i need him. I can already come up with a use for him in the plot. I'm going to keep the characters as the way they are in the show, so they'll be as realistic to South Park as i can make them. Except Kyle maybe, I've warped his mind a lot.
Thanks to all reviewers!
"I am not alone." Butters repeated the same thing every night. That's what Vicky told him anyway. For some reason he didn't trust her. Even before he found that file.
"I am not alone." He wished that he could believe it himself. This time it was wrong. He was alone. He had been able to make it from California to Texas so far.
"I am not alone." Butters didn't believe that anymore. He was lonely. He was alone.
"You're right about that." A voice that wasn't his own said. It had a slight southern accent to it. "And I'm here to keep us together. All of us."
Butters turned around to face it. The boy wore a blue puffball hat. The hat was torn in several places and patches of jet black hair stuck out of each of them. The boy watched, with something resembling awe at the sight of Butters. Butters just frowned.
"Who are you?" He asked the strange boy.
"I am the guardian angel of South Park."
"What?"
"I hold the last memories of our childhood. I protect those who were scammed out of their lives. I am the lone memory of a scattered race. I am the guardian angel."
"Who are you?"
"Who am I?" The boy repeated. "My name is Stanley Marsh. And I come from the small mountain town of South Park."
"What the Sam heck is South Park?"
"Poor naïve Butters. Do you really think that you're from Los Angeles?"
"How do you know my name?"
Stanley sighed. "I'm your guardian angel. I know a lot of things."
"Are you really an angel?"
"I might as well be."
"Look Stanley…"
"Call me Stan."
"Fine, Stan. Why are you really here?" Butters watched him for a reaction.
Stan just sighed again. "You saved our imagination from being corrupted. You were best friends with me, Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny. We grew up in South Park. We met Jesus and God and Satan and Drian Doitano."
Butters frowned. "Drian Doitano? Are you crazy? Drian Doitano is much more important than some religious figure or war with imagination! If you really met him then you would know not to compare him with anyone!"
"Butters fucking Stotch. Will you just fucking listen to me? We have to find the other former residents of South Park so it can go back to normal. Back to our old lives." The Guardian Angel was practically pleading with him.
"I don't know who I am. I don't know who you are. I don't know who Cartman, Kyle, and Kenny are."
Stan sighed. "If you let me I can help you. I can remind all of us. It's time that the Guardian Angel starts to guard."
"Subject 2 has escaped."
"How?"
"We don't know, but he's still on the run."
"How! Subject 2 would be immediately captured!"
"Subject 5 turned out to be a bigger threat than Subject 1 sir."
"5 is the biggest threat?"
"Affirmative."
"Are we talking about the same kid? We rated him least likely to be a threat."
"And least likely to escape. We failed with him sir."
"We've been watching him for five years and you're saying that we don't know him?"
"Affirmative. Subject 16 and Subject 28 are the same way."
"Shit. The escapees will most likely try to find the others. Tell the guards to keep an extra watch out for these boys. Frame them. Say that they killed their parents and friends. Contact the media. I want those two retired."
"Butters we are officially on the run."
"Oh hamburgers." Butters looked at Stan and saw him smiling from ear to ear. "What?"
"Nothing." Stan said, still smiling. "It's just great to see you again."
Butters walked nervously. "What was my life like?"
"You used to be part of our group. We had all of these crazy adventures like fighting Mecha-Streisand, and saving Earth from Satan and saving baby cows and imagination. We caused the entire world to shit!" He winced as he said the word, but he kept going. "Kyle and Cartman broke into the Pentagon. Cartman killed Bin Laden. We saved the world from Chtulu. We were trapped in The Sunken City of R'yleh. You became Professor Chaos! Kenny became Mysterion! Kyle, Cartman, Clyde, Token, Timmy, Kenny, and I became part of Coon and Friends. You were the evil villain."
"You know Mysterion?"
"Yeah… I used to." All emotion left him as he said it.
"Used to?'
"Yeah. He remembered too. He even helped me escape, by faking his own death."
"So… They have him?"
"Yes."
"Oh shucks. Maybe we should call the police."
"They are the police Butters. They're the media. They're the orphanages. They're 911. They're my former care taker. They're everything."
"How?"
"They are all powerful. They're the U.S. Army."
"The Army stole my memories?"
"They had a good enough reason to." Stan muttered.
"They did?"
"We caused Satan's rising. For some reason he went back to Hell, but they couldn't risk another attack. They wiped out memories and split up all up. I haven't seen any of you since we were 10. I'm going to find everyone and bring them together."
"But why?"
"Because we're from South Park. And we stick together."
"But why?"
"You'll see when you remember." Stan still clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, everyone could remember and things could go back to the way it was. For now he was just another bastard on the street with a kid who thought that he was Mexican. Perfect.
"Ma'am. Can you please donate some money to the poor." Cartman asked, faking a British accent. In his mind the British always got more money than normal people.
"Your fat enough. You have enough fat on you that you could live for three weeks without food." The woman replied, walking down the street.
"Goddammit."
"Oh my god!" A woman screamed and ran towards him. "You're perfect! How would you like to be on T.V?"
"Kickass! What show ma'am?"
"600 pound man."
"Oh Goddammit!" Cartman screamed, and turned away from her.
"Ever feel like there's something missing?" Kyle asked, trying to break the silence.
"Not really." Jake replied, in his monotonous voice.
"I mean… uh… I feel like I'm not meant to be here. You know?"
"No."
"I feel weird whenever we talk about Mysterion and Coon and Friends, like there's something missing from my life that has to do with them."
"Maybe they're part of your old life." Jake suggested. Kyle just shrugged. He wanted to know about his past, but he feared the prospect. What if there was a reason that he had amnesia? What if it had to do with his old life being terrible? What if he was beaten so close to death that his mind repressed his entire life. Goddammit he was acting like Tweek. Kyle sighed. Stupid random thoughts.
"Maybe."
"Do you not want to know your past?" Jake always had a way of knowing what he was thinking. It was an odd quality to the boy, that reminded Kyle of something, but what it was he could never remember.
He shook his head. "No freaking way." Jake was like Stan, always trying to help, but not knowing how. Kyle wanted to kill his own brain.
"Why?" The black haired boy in front of him wanted to be a psychologist. That was the reason that he hung out with Kyle. But the Day-Walker didn't really care. He needed a friend, and Jake was that friend.
"Who knows what my old life was like. I could have been raped, or beaten, or tortured, or god-knows-what. I just don't know and I don't think that I can. I miss Stan and The Gang and all of them, but I don't want to find them again." The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.
Jake's eyes widened. "Who are Stan and The Gang?" It was more demanding than questioning.
"I don't know. I keep having these random thoughts about them. They just randomly enter my mind and I can't stop them."
"Do you really not want to know?"
"I guess I do. Just to know whether it's worth it to go back."
"Follow these thoughts Kyle. Link them together. Access the personality of each person. Look them up. Find out who Stan and The Gang are and where they are. They might be just like you. Alone. Lost. Forgotten." Jake always had a way to make Kyle realize the point. And this time, he had a feeling that it was big, and he could tell that Jake did too.
"Thanks."
"For what?" The black-haired boy asked.
"Everything. I have a feeling that I might not see you again dude. So just thanks."
Jake had a sad look in his eyes. It was as if he expected this. "You're welcome. If you make it out of this, find me."
"Out of what?" His grey eyes just watched him, and he gave a weak smile, and walked away.
"Best get back home, before anyone finds you gone Kyle Brofloski." Kyle frowned. What the fuck? Why did he call him Brofloski?
Jake turned to walk away, but before he could take a single step, his friend detected a movement above them. He wasn't able to get a word out before a gun shot fired through the dead of night. Everything happened in slow motion.
The bullet soared through the air, shining like the sun.
It disappeared and Jake fell, clutching his chest.
Crimson blood leaked from the wound, at unimaginable amounts.
Jake didn't cry out, and he didn't even seemed to mourn himself. "Find the other members of South Park, Brofloski. Go to D.C.. My ally will help you find him. Get Cartman. Get them back." His voice was clear. There was not a note in it that made Kyle fear for his friend. He fell to one knee, and looked Jake in the eyes. He paused for a second before meeting Kyle's eyes. "It was worth it. For South Park. For… Earth." At the last word Kyle knew that he was dead.
His vision blurred, as tears formed in his eyes. Jake would have snapped at him for being such a wimp, but Kyle didn't care. Jake deserved his cries.
Something inside of him took control and tried to get him to realize the simple fact, that was facing him. Jake had just been shot. He told him to go to D.C.. This was about his past. He had called him Brofloski.
Something inside Kyle, told him that Jake had always known. He would follow his best friends last wishes. He would follow these random thoughts. And then South Park would be together again. Kyle smiled. Already getting some hints.
"Hey move it!"
"Push me again and I'll kick you in the nuts." Cartman screamed. Why did no one heed his warnings? He'd already killed two people, well almost killed. He had paid someone to do it instead. He wasn't all that bad.
"Yo Cartman!" Someone screamed. Yeah, the note that had been left in his pocket literally said Cartman. No first name, middle name, or anything. Just Cartman. He just guessed that that was his name and stuck with it.
Cartman's only, sort-of, friend walked up to him with a big grin plastered on his face. "This asshole says he wants to see ya." Andy stepped away from him, to reveal a boy in a green hat that was too small for him. The boy was short. Too short to be 18, but too tall to be 13. He was extremely thin, compared to Cartman.
"Cartman right? My name's Kyle. Kyle Brofloski."
I admit, the numbers even confused me.
Quick Summary- The army is hunting down Stan and Butters. Kyle's best friend is shot after giving him information. Kyle makes it to D.C. and finds Cartmans school (How will be explained later, same as Stan finding Butters)
Review and you get Stan to be your Guardian Angel.