My feet crunched on the snow as I made my way over to the gang, since there's not much to do in a small town, the teenagers of South Park liked to sneak out of their houses at night, and go to Stark's Pond, where they would have snow ball fights, and sometimes, they'd even do certain bedroom activities.
"Wow Butters, I can't believe you actually came." Stan said popping his head up over the snow fort that he had built.
"Yea well, Kyle invited me, and I thought it would be rude to decline his invitation, especially when my parents are out of town, and the babysitter is asleep." I said as I knocked my knuckles together nervously, even though we're all now either sixteen or seventeen, Eric's group of friends still intimidated me.
"Haha you have a babysitter? That's so freakin weak." Eric laughed as he held his pudgy stomach.
"Shut up fat-ass!" Kyle snapped from his place on Craig's lap. You know those types of sheltered kids with overly strict, overly protective parents who tend to rebel? Kyle was one of those kids. His favourite thing to do in rebellion against his mother was to shack up with boys his mother deemed to be a bad influence. First it was Christophe, then it was Damien, and now it was Craig's turn.
"Anyone who has Stan on their team is a cheater!" Eric suddenly yelled when he got hit by a snowball.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because stupid, he's the school pitcher and the school quarter-back!" He snapped as his face turned red.
Over the years, Eric hadn't changed, not one little bit, the only thing that changed in him was his height, he now stood at 5'10, and his weight, he now weighed nearly five hundred pounds.
On Stan's team was Stan, Wendy, and Token. On Eric's team was Eric, Clyde, and Bebe.
I walked over to the bench and sat beside Kyle and Craig who were currently sucking face.
"So, why aren't you guys playing?" I asked, earning the finger from Craig in return.
I sighed and sat there, wringing my hands together, Kyle had invited me out here, but all he seemed interested in doing was making out with Craig. I stood up, making the choice to go home, when I saw someone building a snow man a couple of yards away. I crept over to them, surprised to see that it was a boy who looked just like an older version of Pip.
"Pip?" I asked with confusion.
"Cheerio, Butters!" He greeted me, yep, it was Pip.
"W-What are you doing here? I thought you died." I said.
"Oh I did, but then I was rewarded a second chance at life." Pip said with a cheery smile.
"Say Butters, would you like to help me with this snowman?" He asked.
"Yea!" I said with excitement as I started to roll up a ball of snow.
"So Butters, why are you not over there with your friends?" He asked.
"Well, Kyle invited me, but he's too busy making out with Craig, and the others already have an equal number of players on their teams, so I'd just make it uneven." I replied.
"How about I walk over there with you, and we can both ask to play, that way it won't be uneven." Pip said.
"Gee, that'd be great Pip." I said with a warm smile, he was always the nicest guy in the school.
When we made it over there, Eric took one glance at Pip and started laughing.
"Oh my gosh, you look like such a fag!" He exclaimed. Pip was dressed in tan shorts that came slightly above his knees, knee-high socks, penny loafers, a yellow shirt, and suspenders.
"I have you know this outfit is very fashionable where I'm from." Pip said.
"That explains it, all the French are a bunch of fags." Eric said.
"I'm not French! I hate the French!" Pip exclaimed as his face turned red with anger, if there is one thing that can make Pip mad, it's when people call him French.
"Oh my god, Pip?" Stan asked.
"Why yes, hello Stanley." Pip said.
"But I thought you were-"
"Dead? Yes I was, but now I'm not, Butters and I would like to join your game of snowball throwing." He said.
"I call Pip for my team!" Eric exclaimed, even though he had been mean to the kid just moments before.
"No way dude, we get Pip." Token said.
"That's not fair, you already have an advantage with Stan, WE get Pip." Eric said.
"Why don't you guys just let Pip decide?" Kyle called from the bench.
"You stay out of this Jew-slut, you're not even in the game!" Eric snapped.
"Hey! Don't call my boyfriend a Jew-slut!" Craig called before he and Kyle resumed their makeout session.
"I'll be on your team Eric." I said.
"Fuck off Butters, screw you guys, I'm going home." Eric said before storming off like he always did when he doesn't get his way.
"Great! Now we have an uneven number of players." Bebe exclaimed.
"There's your chance, you can ask to be on Clyde and Bebe's team." Pip whispered.
"I can be on your-" I started to say when Bebe suddenly yelled,
"Hey Kenny! Wanna be on our team?"
I looked and saw Kenny's orange clad figure making its way over to us.
"Come on Pip, let's go continue our snow man." I said with a light sigh, knowing that they'd pick Kenny over me any day of the week. No one even said a word as we walked away, I don't think they even noticed to be honest.
We walked back over to our half-built snow man, as we we made the finishing touches, I snuck glances at the snowball fight, it seemed to be going well, everyone seemed to be having a good time, until Stan accidentally threw a rock at Kenny's head, knocking it clear off.
"Oh my god! I killed Kenny!" Stan exclaimed in shock.
"You bastard!" Kyle yelled a second later.
"Come on guys, we better get home." Bebe said, and they all walked away, leaving Kenny's corpse there in the snow.
"Do you ever think about killing those guys?" Pip asked. His question shocked me, I would have never someone like him would ask something like that.
"No! Of course not, that'd be bad." I said nervously.
"How can it be bad if they're bad? You'd be doing the world a favour by getting rid of people like them." Pip said darkly.
"I-I guess so, but it's still wrong." I said, as I looked at Pip closely, he still looked like the cheery Brit that he always was, but something was different, something was off about him, I just didn't know what. I then shook my head, I was probably being paranoid over the comment he had made.
"I better get home before my babysitter wakes up, it was nice meeting you again Pip." I said with a smile.
"It was nice seeing you again too, be safe!" Pip said cheerfully.
"You be safe too." I said before turning around to walk back home.
Maybe if I had trusted my instinct about Pip when I first suspected something was wrong, I wouldn't be like this, an empty shell of the person I once was. A murderer.