Title: Christmas in South Park
Fandom: South Park
Characters: Stan/Kyle, Kenny, Cartman, Butters, Pip, Tweek, Craig, Clyde, Token, Ike
Prompt: Christmas
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A month before Christmas and all of South Park is in the mood. All of the South Park boys will be forced into a Christmas Parody.
Chapter 10- Clyde has a vision.
It was snowing heavily in Colorado this year. For the citizens of South Park it meant less and less time spent outside and more and more time in trapped indoors.
Clyde could careless about the snow, however. He was watching a 'Big Brother' marathon and he was happy. Even the door bell did not change his mood. He jumped up and went to answer it almost humming a tune to himself.
"Yeah what is it?" he said before the door was completely open. His face fell when he saw who was at the door, "Token?"
Debatably Token was his best friend, and he was bundled up tightly so Clyde almost forgot about Token's problem, except he had big tears welling up at the corners of his eyes and he looked more upset then Clyde had ever seen him. It always made Clyde uncomfortable when people cried, especially other boys so it was no surprise that what he said made him sound very nervous. "Uh- What's up, Token?" He leaned against the door frame in an attempt to look more relaxed then he felt.
"My parents kicked me out! They said that if I'm going to be lazy and get fat then they're not going to support my bad habits!" Token sniffed loudly but refrained from actually crying. He looked at Clyde with a mixture of hope and expectantly in his eyes.
"Uh-oh...so do you want to stay here, or something?" Clyde offered in his usual round-about sort of way. He moved back from the door to let Token in.
Token hurried in and removed his layers. He revealed his bulging stomach as he did so. "Oh...so you're um...still pregnant?" Clyde asked half interestedly.
"Well my parents don't think so. But look at me I'm only bigger in my stomach! You believe me don't you Clyde?" Token asked hopeful again. He placed a hand on his stomach causing Clyde to stare. "Clyde?"
"Huh? Oh yeah of course," Clyde let his eyes wander back up to Token's face. The darker boy had silent tears running down his cheeks. Clyde choked becoming more uncomfortable. "Come on buddy, lets get you do bed."
Token nodded, he did need his rest. Clyde led Token into his room and handed him a pair of pajama bottoms. He turned away while Token changed, and also stripped to his boxers, his pajamas.
Turning back around Clyde gasped. He was still one of the bigger boys in town, much broader then Token usually was, but right now his bottoms fit the visibly pregnant Token well. What surprised Clyde the most was Token's stomach really looked pregnant and not fat. Clyde had said he believed Token before, but he really only believed that Token believed he was pregnant.
Token felt self conscious and he tried to cover his exposed stomach. Clyde noticed this and he felt bad. "You can sleep in my bed instead of on the floor."
"You're going to sleep on the floor?" Token looked surprised. Clyde loved his bed and he really liked getting a good night's sleep. He even refused to sleep over at Craig or Tweek's because he would have to sleep on the floor.
"Hell no," Clyde spat pointing to his bed. "We will share," Token smiled that was the Clyde he knew.
Token did not argue he took the left side of the bed near the door, and Clyde laid down by the window. Token laid on top of the covers putting his hands on his stomach so that he could rub it gently. Clyde watched with interest. "So...how did this happen again?"
"Well God asked me to have his second son. I-I agree. I mean who says no to God!" Token explained.
Clyde nodded that made perfect sense to no one. "So he coerced you? What a jerk!" Clyde said hoping that did make sense.
Token did not answer. He silently rubbed his stomach but the silence was answer enough for Clyde. He knew that if God was not going to step up and help Toke he would have to. He wanted to promise Token this, but he could not find the words to do so. Instead he asked, "Can I feel?"
Token's hands stilled. He turned his head to look at Clyde. "You want to feel my stomach?" He looked surprised, like no one had asked him that questioned before.
"Yeah, I mean unless you think that's too gay," Clyde said feeling a little funny about the situation.
Token bit his lips tears forming in his eyes again. He nodded his head, "Sorry," he choked, "I'm just so emotional right now. I-I...man Clyde you're like the only one that gets me right now."
"I don't," Clyde admitted, "But I'm trying." He placed his hand carefully on Token's stomach about an inch about his belly button. He moved his hand down his friend's stomach, stiffly, for about half an inch, raised it and then placed it back where he started and repeated the force rubbing motion. "It feels weird."
"Weird?" Token's tears were gone, he looked at Clyde confused.
"I mean weird because your my friend Token and I didn't think I'd be touching your stomach ever...especially when you were...preg-nant...woah what the hell was that?" Clyde asked stilling his hand over the spot about an half an inch from Token's belly button.
"That's the baby Clyde. He does that sometimes...I think it means he's happy." Token smiled down at Clyde's hand on his stomach as the baby kicked it from inside him. He turned to look at Clyde and saw a wondrous look.
"T-token..." Clyde could not think of what to say. He just kept his hand on his friend's stomach for a little while longer. After a few minutes he pulled away and rolled onto his side, putting his back to Token. "Let's go to bed."
"Oh...sure," Token voiced etched with a sound of hurt, but Clyde did not turn around to look.
Clyde fell asleep easily, he loved his bed for that reason no matter what was on his mind it would still allow him to sleep. That was until a blinding light shown in his window. Clyde sat up in a hurry. "Whose there."
"It is I! The Angel of the Lord." A strange looking man in robes said. "I am Gabriel and I have been told to find you Clyde."
"You're the Angel of the Lord? Are you here because of what he did to Token? Because you tell him that if he ever comes around here and tries to lay a finger on his flesh again I will break every bone in his body." Clyde finished by flipping the Angel off and laying back down in bed.
Gabriel looked surprised. "What the hell is wrong with people in this century? Don't you realize that God has give Token a wondrous gift. The gift of life? Angels don't get to carry God's sons only humans. And you have the blasphemy to...to..."
Clyde opened his eyes and sat up again. "Look Angel thing, the gift of life is great and everything but Token is only seventeen! He was talked into having God's son and now he'll struggle his whole life as a working poor because of him! You call that a gift? I'm looking out for Token now, so tell God to shove it."
Gabriel looked anger, but he was here to deliver a message and he was going to do that. At least he knew that Clyde was willing to help Token, if not God. "Clyde listen to me. You must travel to the city of Joseph Smith, that's Salt Lake City. Take Token and bring him to Salt Lake City on an ass. There you will be able to find deliver God's son, his name will be..."
"Token will name his son whatever he likes. And we're not going anywhere, I think most doctors know how to perform a C-section." Clyde interrupted. This guy was nuts after what God did to Token did he really think he would listen to his advice.
"Look man don't shoot the messenger. You need to take Token to Salt Lake City." Gabriel said. He was fed up with this, and he did not waste anymore time leaving the room.
Clyde watched at the Angel hurried out his door and downstairs. He rolled his eyes, "Good Riddance." He rolled over on the bed and sleepily wrapped an arm around Token ready to go back to bed.
"Uh...Clyde what are you doing?" Token asked, turning around to face Clyde.
The brunette blushed and pulled his arm back. "Sorry. There was just this fucking angel in here. He said he wanted me to take you to Salt Lake City so that you could have that Bastard's son." Clyde yawned closing his eyes ready to return to sleep.
Token sat up swiftly. "There was a messenger in here? Clyde, do you know what this means?"
"That your baby's Daddy is a controlling cunt." Clyde opened his eyes looking at Token with concern. "You're not really going along with this are you? After what he did."
Token turned to look at Clyde with sad eyes, "Clyde I have to. Please, he wants you to come with me, you have to help."
"Fuck," Clyde swore. "But it's the middle of the night Token. I don't even own an donkey. So can't we wait until morning?"
Token nodded his head, "Okay, we can wait until morning, but keep your hands on that side of the bed okay?"
"Yeah whatever go to sleep Mommy," Clyde rolled onto his other side again and fell back to sleep easily leaving his problems for the morning.