Oh hello there ;v; I;'m back after...forever….ahhh sorry to leave anyone who was interested hanging, just haven't had any time for anything! Uhm, a bit of a slow update as I'm getting a feel for everything once again so sorry for any confusion!

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Time: 6:49AM
Location: Scott's Bedroom

The faint sound of a familiar phone alarm was enough to wake the sleeping New Kid. Heavy eyelids open slowly and the pastel blue of early morning bleeds into her vision. The brunette reaches under her pillow, grabs her phone and slides her finger across the screen to turn off the alarm. Newkid lets out a deep sigh, exhausted.

It took a little while but after staring at the ceiling for a solid 5 minutes it finally dawned on her that 1.) this wasn't her room and 2.) she wasn't alone.

There sleeping peacefully next to her was the freckled teen she'd gotten to know pretty well in the past 24 hours. At least she thinks. Last night seemed to be a hazy fever dream for her, whatever it was she wasn't going to question it, always moving forward she does.

Something else she noticed was the intense headache that was developing, and the massive soreness in her muscles. Nonetheless, she props herself up on her elbows, letting out a hiss in pain. The brunette turns her head to look at Scott sleeping next to her, a bit worried that she woke him up. But be it loud sound or small, he slept like a rock. How he managed to wake up in time for school, she has no idea.

Letting the male sleep for a couple of more minutes, Newkid decides to go through her phone, which was cluttered with the normal social media notifications but also all of her friends, concerned from her disappearance from last night along with the occasional 'did u do the homework?' text from various people.

Then there was Cartman's text.

Ah.

There's a lot.

Assuming he'd probably just voice the same concerns/blame/whatever Cartman says when he's both angry and worried in their private DM's Newkid decided to reply to the 'totally kewl super secret' group chat instead.
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[TheNewKid] has signed on for the first time in a while!

[TheNewKid]: Hey guys, I skimmed through most of the messages, though I think they all said the same thing.
[TheNewKid]: IDK, I have too much stuff cluttering my social media
[TheNewKid]: anyways, I'm fine. I hurt bad though so please, don't hurt me senpai.
[SexyCraig]: lmao fucking weeb

[SexyCraig] get that weeb shit out.

[SexyCraig] that's good to hear tho

Deciding that was enough social media for the time being (and the fact that her phone was dying) she decides to quietly slip out of Scott's bed. She neatly folded the shirt she borrowed from his last night and placing it on the edge of the bed. Newkid dressed back into her superhero outfit from last night (seeing as it was her only clothing choice) and opens the nearest window.

Newkid jumps out the window, falling less-than-gracefully on the grass with a pained fall from the window wasn't far, let alone it shouldn't cause any sort of serious pain, but the brunettes muscles felt both like raw dough and stiff metal so any sort of physical movement caused pain. With a huff, she pushes herself upwards, standing to her feet.

To ensure no one follows or sees her she pauses time, quickly running to her house. Once she's changed she unpaused it, plugs in her phone to charge and flops onto her bed, exhaustion nearly consuming her.

School was gonna suck.


Eric Cartman was certainly an enigma. He liked to think he didn't care about anyone, he didn't need anyone, everyone was dumb and he was right and totally cool and awesome and-

Okay, that's not entirely true. Maybe just maybe he had a teeny tiny sliver of care for some people. His mom, definitely. Clyde frog, Mr. Kitty…

Newkid.

He guessed he could sometimes care.

He cares immensely

So when he saw Scott running off with a most likely drugged and injured Newkid, it kinda...made his blood boil? Made him wanna punch something

Someone.

Scott. He wanted to punch him in his perfect teeth and freckled face.

He didn't really have much time to brood over the ways he could possibly overpower the superbrute (which would be kinda hard since Scott is basically like a Captain America-Hulk hybrid) one by one people gathered up by the same bus stop they've been waiting at for years. Kyle was the first to arrive, his face with buried in his phone while his expression shifted from interested to frustrated to defeated. Cartman said nothing, trying to go back into his thoughts, though as Stan came by, his face in his phone and Kenny following him, face buried in his cracked phone Cartman let out a loud cough.

"Wow, whats everyone so interested in?" he says in a high pitched 'girly voice', "Well gee stranger I sure wish I knew if only someone here would FUCKING TALKING TO ME!?" Almost on command all three boys jumped a bit, previously too absorbed by their readings.

"Calm down, Fatass," Kyle grumbled, still a bit distracted. "Well, what the fuck?" Eric throws his hands up in outrage causing 3 pairs of eyes to roll in annoyance.

"Quit being a baby." Eric scoffs but says nothing as Kyle continues speaking. "So last night, you know that worker we got? The drug worker guy?" Eric's face was a bit blank causing Kyle to roll his eyes again. "Bad guy." the brunette's face showed familiarity at that. "So apparently someone in town is keeping tabs on everyone. Like...all vigilantes-superhumans. They're giving crucial information as well. Like how to distract us or slow us down and in some cases...how to personally take down everyone." Kyle slowly said the last part, eyebrows furrowed in concern. "If someone as lowly as a mover knew THAT much information about what's going on up top…"

"Then who's to say what higher level people know…" Stan finished that thought, causing Eric to whip his head around to look at the raven-haired boy. Eric has still yet to say anything, it slowly processing in his head.

"Do you...Do you guys think whatever was in that dart yesterday that hit the NewKid was like, some sort of weakness for her? Like a superman-kryptonite type of thing?" He finally says lowly. "Do you think that's going to happen to us?" Kenny shakes his head with a muffled 'no' in response. "I found the same drug in my parents room yesterday while I was checking on everyone."

"All I know is...whoever is handing out this information, we have to stop them. Both for the people in South Park and for ourselves." Kyle muttered, mostly to himself at this point

"So wait, that doesn't explain why you are were literally being eye-fucked by your phones earlier," Cartman says confused.

"Oh, that's because the Newkid finally replied to the group chat. She says she's fine but she hasn't said anything other than that really. Plus there's some shit that went down with Butters-"

"WHAT!?" Cartman roars, causing everyone to jump again.

"She replies to the GROUP CHAT but not ME!?"

Speaking of the Newkid, she had finally trudged along her way to the bus stop, taking her place next to Kenny. Cartman had hardly noticed her in his ramblings (mostly to himself) but when he finally did he pointed an accusatory finger at her. "YOU! I've been trying to talk to you all. Fucking. Godamn night! What the fuck happened!?" Newkid winces in response to the loud noise, her pounding headache getting worse.

She doesn't say anything but gives a weak shrug in reply and points to her phone battery, -a nonverbal "my phone was dead"

A weak fake excuse but an excuse nonetheless.

Eric scoffed again, but said nothing in response, a tiny pink blush of shame and embarrassment appearing on him.

No one said a word until the bus came.


Time: 8:05AM

Location: Scott's House

Scott had woken up thinking last night was some dream he had, there was no sign of Newkid in his bed. Just an open window and a green shirt folded neatly in her place. He gave a happy sigh and put on the green shirt. He drank in the scent of her, feeling a bit creepy afterward. His head feels funny and his heart is doing flips.

He feels sick.

It gets worse when he sees Newkid left him a text.

Ignoring all other texts and notifications he opens her text.

[NewGirl] 7:12 AM: hey sorry for leaving but i figured I'd let you sleep like the brick you are :p haha, kidding. My phone was dying so I went home. See ya later. :U

The freckled teen gave a crooked smile at the text, fingers slightly shaking in response. He wanted to say something like "that's funny!" or "you're funny that was good of you!" or "i can't wait to see you later!" but that wasn't...a good enough response so he tucks his phone away and gets ready for the day. He was going to be late for homeroom but it's not like anyone would really care.

Not like it was a real class anyways.

Time: 8:45 AM

Location: Homeroom

It was no secret that the Newkid was exhausted, so Eric tried not to hound her for details. She wasn't being very responsive anyways. Her head laid in between her arms, shielding herself from the noisy classroom. Cartman was absentmindedly doodling a picture of him as the coon, tearing into some stranger. He decided to fill in the Newkid about the recent findings from his conversation with the guys earlier.

"Yeah, so the gist of it basically is someone's trying to basically kill or weaken everyone in the freedom pals." He says, not bothering to lower his voice, not like anyone was listening anyway. "So yeah that totally sucks and whoever this person is like, kinda already knows a bunch of stuff. Kinda the reason why you got pumped full of drugs last night." he draws another figure, swooning over the Coon beating up the stranger.

At the mention of last night, stuff finally sort of clicked in the Newkids sluggish thoughts. With sudden urgency, she stands up, gritting her teeth in pain from her soreness. The brunette girl grabs at his arm. Cartman raises an eyebrow but follows her lead.

Newkid leans against Cartman, legs feeling like jelly while the brunette male supports her side, huffing in some weird mix of shyness and excitement of being touched.

"What is it?" he mumbled out.

Newkid looks around, making sure no one was listening and leans in close, keeping her voice low. Her voice for whatever reason sounded raspier than usual, probably from excessive use from yesterday.

"Okay so, I think that whoever is giving out information on us has to be someone who knows us," she whispered.

Eric raised an eyebrow at her. "Great deduction there, Douchie."

The girl rolls her eyes in response. "*No* I mean, its someone WE know as in...someone in this school. Possible the freedom pals. There's no way no one could be close enough to EVERYONE to know everyone's weakness." she explains.

Eric's eyes widen in surprise. "Fuck…" he mumbles. "Who the fuck would do that? We have to fucking figure out who and now!" he growls out in anger. Newkid quickly shushes him. "Eric, keep this to yourself, for now, okay?" the brunette looks at her like she's insane. She sighs.

"Please, trust me. People are instantly going to think it's you due to your...past history."

The brunette male rolls his eyes. "Yeah well, you probably think that too."

"No. I know you wouldn't." Newkid says in a serious tone, looking deep into his eyes. "I trust you," she says slowly to him, causing him to slightly shake not really knowing how to deal with emotions. He looks away from her, coughing awkwardly.

"Well...th..thanks I guess," he mumbles. She gives Eric a smile in response, patting him on the back. They were gonna figure out who's behind all of this together. And the thought of that was kind of...really nice…? Eric just sort of stared at Newkid for a little bit.

"So…" he starts but is interrupted.

"Hey, Newgirl!"

Scott motherfuck Malkinson.

Newkid turns her head and gives a smile and wave at Scott. He returns the smile tenfold. Eric scowls, reaching for the Newgirls hand. "Come on, I'm sure you're exhausted and we're gonna be noticed missing in homeroom."

"Hiya Coon." Scott greets him as well, suspiciously looking at his hand. "Scott." is the only reply he gets before Eric pushes past, Newgirl in tow. "What a douche," he mumbles, taking his seat.

Newgirl was too tired to really ask what was up with that interaction so she simply shrugged it off and went back to laying her head on the desk. Eric went back to his doodling, this time filling in the two strangers in his drawing from earlier.

He sat back and admired his piece with a grin. Him kicking Captain's ass with Newgirl cheering him on.

"Yeah, fuck Scott," he mumbles to himself. Him and Newkid are going to solve a mystery together. She's his sidekick now and it's going to stay that way.

He hopes.


Eyyy I'm slowly trying to look over past chapters and fix any grammar mistakes or weird sentence structure, I'll try to update this once in a while but its kinda hard to find time for anything recently so chapters might be smaller or longer to upload. See ya'll later!

-Sassy