South Park With An Odd Twist

The characters, events and references to persons, places or things in this fanfiction are nearly entirely fictional. There may be some portions of the aforementioned articles that are reality, however the majority is fiction. This fiction may have some qualities that appear to be slanderous, however no slander is intended with these pieces of writing.
Also, serious situations and circumstances may be dealt with in this fanfiction in a sense that may seem demeaning or naïve. All these things have been written with full understanding of the seriousness of the situation/circumstance and have not been taken lightly.
In conclusion, this fanfiction, much like the television show it is based off of has been written purely for humerous reasons. If one cannot deal with aforementioned appeared slandering and supposed naïve dealings with serious situations, it is advisable that one does not continue reading.
Due to such, as well as coarse language and potentially detailed horrific scenes, reader discretion is advised.

Episode 12: Finding Emo

"Dad, I'll be fine! All I'm doing is going to school!" the young boy insisted, glaring at his father out of the corner of his eyes as he was escorted to his classroom.

"I just want to meet your teacher," his father spoke with nervousness in his voice. He was paranoid that his son was going to get into some sort of tragic accident or another, even just in the school.

"No, you don't need to meet my teacher! You're going to ruin everything!" he snapped, walking along with his crutches as he went down the hall. He'd broken his leg recently and his father had become insanely paranoid about it. Though, he'd become insanely paranoid since the day his mother died, but that was a long story.

"Look, here we are! Watch out for the door," he held his son back with one of his arms so that he wouldn't be hit as the door opened.

Mr. Garrison, along with the rest of the class looked over at the door. In an instant Mr. Garrison's expression went from annoyed to frantic and he threw the chalk on the floor very forcefully.

"No, god damn you, no!" he yelled before storming out of the classroom and nearly knocking over the child and his father in the doorway.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," Mr. Slave commented lightly, rolling his eyes as the new boy and his father stared after Mr. Garrison.

"Uh, maybe we should just go home, come on-," the boy's father was just about to usher him away when a voice came from behind them.

"No, no. Everything's fine. Your son will be okay here," the woman's voice told them. Principle Victoria stood in the door way with a fuming Mr. Garrison. "Mr. Garrison's just having a rough day. Your son can go find a seat with the rest of the children."

"Maybe I should stay for a bit-?" the boy's father suggested nervously.

"Dad, just go! God, haven't you caused enough trouble?!" the boy stormed into the classroom the best he could with his crutches, leaving his father to discuss things with the principle.

He made his way over to an empty desk, sitting down and leaning his crutches against the nearest, unoccupied, still object. They slid a bit against the surface of the other empty desk, but he adjusted them so they stayed still. He then placed his backpack on the ground near by, getting out his books and pencils to be ready to work. It wasn't until he finished doing all this that he noticed everyone staring at him.

"What?" he asked sharply, pulling the one notebook with numerous writings on the cover away from someone who was leaning in to see.

"Dude, what the hell's your problem?" Kyle snapped in retaliation, finding this kid easily pissed him off.

"Never mind his problem, what's his dad's problem?" Cartman jeered as he watched Principle Victoria pull him away from the classroom.

"I'll be back to pick you up after school!" the boy's father called while being pulled away.

Some of the students in the class snickered at this, as well as Mr. Garrison's trudge back into the classroom. It was obvious that he was very reluctant, and many of them could understand why. No new student was a good student, and they never stayed. Ever.

"Class," he spoke, his voice seething with contempt, "we have a new student. What's your name, you little freak?"

The boy stared at the teacher, surprised at his rudeness, among other things. It was at that point that he also noticed the leather-clad man sitting in the corner, which startled him slightly. Why was there a strange looking leather-clad man in the room?

"I asked you your name, retard!" Mr. Garrison snapped, causing the boy to jump.

"My name is Steve," the boy looked away from the strange man and the teacher, focusing on the writings on the cover of his notebook.

"Well, Steve, how long will you be joining us? An hour? A day? A week?!" Mr. Garrison's voice cracked with each time he said a certain amount of time.

"What are you talking about?" Steve asked, but he received no response.

"Know what? It doesn't matter. All you little retards leave eventually, right? Yes, that's good," Mr. Garrison's voice quivered as his eyes were growing wider and wider.

"Dude, I think he's about to snap," Stan commented quietly.

"That's right, Stanley Marsh. I'm going to snap!" Mr. Garrison had somehow heard and was now laughing insanely.

"Holy shit, dude," Kyle breathed, almost becoming afraid at that point.

"This is hella funny!" Cartman snickered as he placed a hand over his mouth to stifle the laughter.

"Eric Cartman, you shut the hell up!" Mr. Garrison snapped.

"Jesus Christ," Mr. Slave commented again. "Mr. Garrison, please calm down."

Mr. Garrison let out a heavy sigh, looking at the man to his right. Mr. Slave's expression was one of worry, which caused him to calm himself immediately. "You're right, Mr. Slave," he said finally.

"Mr. Slave?" Steve whispered curiously. After a moment he groaned in annoyance and hit his head to his desk. 'I'm surrounded by psychopaths. This is the worst day ever,' he thought silently.

xxx

"Steve, I'm going out to the store to get some bread and juice!" Steve's father called from the front door, however he was promptly met by Steve seemingly seconds later.

"Let me go! I want to get out of the house," Steve demanded rather than asked, trying to take the money from his father to get the two food items needed.

"No, not in your condition. You can't walk very well," his father protested as he held the money high above his son's head so he couldn't get at it. "Besides, who knows what other freaks are in this neighbourhood."

"Then why the hell did we even bother to move here?!" Steve whined, still trying to get the money from his father's hand, yet he couldn't quite jump high enough (on one leg of course) to get it.

"I'm going now," he ignored the question as well as made the mistake to bring the hand with the money in it too low as he made to open the door.

When Steve saw the money was within his reach, he instantly snatched it away and ran out the partially open door. This running of course was very difficult, but he gained a head start on his dumbstruck father as he ran down the street. He soon heard his father shouting for him to stop and making his own run down the street, but it seemed even with normal running his father was slower.

'Stupid, dad. He thinks just because my leg is broken I'm a complete cripple. I hate him! He ruins my life!' Steve thought to himself as he continued running with the money down the street.

Suddenly, there was a car speeding down the street. It whizzed by Steve's father, causing him to somehow fall over from the force of the speed and then screeched to a halt beside Steve himself. Several men and women dressed in brightly coloured clothing jumped out of the car and nabbed the boy, causing him to drop his crutches in the street. Muffling his screams with a cloth (potentially covered with chloroform), they dragged him into the car, slammed the doors and sped away again.

"Steve! No!" his father yelled from his place on the ground. Once he got up though, he rushed after the car, almost tripping over the abandoned crutches in the process.

He ran for what seemed, to him, to be a long, long time, however it was merely a few minutes. He came to a halt, wheezing and crying in front of the house of Eric Cartman, at which point he yelled out for the car to get back there. Naturally, this drew the attention of the house's occupants and the fat boy appeared in the doorway to see what the hell had interrupted his television show.

"Aye! What the hell are you doing, hippie piece of shit?!" he cursed openly at the familiar man. He didn't really care who the guy was; all he cared about was that his show had been interrupted. "You're making me miss Terrance and Phillip, dick-weed!"

"Steve! Come back here with Steve!" the man ignored the child, only worried about his son and his son's well being. Why would someone want to kidnap his son anyway?

"I'm talking to you, turd-flinger!" Cartman walked down into the road and kicked the man in the ankle.

"Oww!" Steve's father took a tumble, falling over from the weak kick of the fat one.

"Stop your shitty whining!" Cartman snapped and noted that as the man looked over at him, he was crying profusely. "Hey, crybaby, shut up!"

"But they kidnapped my son!" the man yelled in return, suddenly gripping onto Cartman's shirt. "They kidnapped Steve!"

"Steve? Who the hell?" Cartman asked as he tried to push the man off of him so he could get back in the house. "That cripple kid?"

"Help me find my son!" the man was now shaking Cartman viciously as he pleaded with him.

"All right, all right! Just leave me alone after!" Cartman gave in, in figuring that the man would just keep asking if he didn't let him have his way. "Just let me tell my mom!"

"No! We have to go now!" Steve's father's voice was hoarse and raspy and he shook Cartman some more.

"Fine, you crazy hobo! Let's go!" Cartman said and told the man to lead the way, at which point, Steve's father started dragging him down the street.

Before long, they came across a woman wearing peculiar clothes, however, her clothes weren't the strangest part about her. When they asked her if she'd seen a car speeding down the road, she took a moment to think. After that moment, she shouted declaratively that she had and started running down the street in leading the way, having the two slower males following after her in a huffing state.

But then she slowed back to a walk and kept looking suspiciously over her shoulder. When she saw them, she'd snap her head forwards again and walk a little faster. The two males followed, giving her odd looks whenever she did this, yet she suddenly took off into a run again. They followed, having her lead them in strange paths and behind many objects, however she suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Will you stop following me?!" she snapped, her expression held insane anger, annoyance and fright.

"But you're leading us to the speeding car, psycho bitch!" Cartman snapped right back between wheezes. He was growing irritated with this already and just wanted to go back home and finish watch television. No doubt Terrance and Phillip was over, but there were other things he'd planned on watching, too.

"A speeding car? I saw a speeding car! Follow me!" she shouted eagerly, starting to run off once again.

Steve's father grabbed her arm while saying, "We know you've seen a speeding car! You were already leading us to it!"

"I was?" she looked puzzled as she said this. "Oh dear, it's happened again hasn't it?"

"What's happened again?" Cartman demanded, about ready to kick her.

"Uh… yeah… I suffer from short term memory loss, so… I can remember something one minute and forget it the next…" She rung her hands on the edge of her odd shirt, it being blue with yellow and black placed sporadically all over it. It seemed as though she was ashamed that she'd started leading them to the car but then forgotten she was doing that. It was suddenly again that her mood seemed to change. She offered a hand for shaking while saying, "Hi. I'm Martha."

"Yeah, whatever, just lead us to the car," Cartman swatted her hand away.

"Car? Was it speeding?" Martha asked, her expression eager once again.

"Will you stop that, bitch?!" Cartman shouted at her, to which she recoiled.

"Kid, don't yell at her!" Steve's father piped up, having been silent for several long moments.

Sighing in exasperation, Cartman spoke through clenched teeth. "Do either of you at least know the license plate on the damn car?"

"I didn't see it…" Steve's father admitted, hanging his head in the process as he thought that now they would never find his son.

"42-WAL," Martha said suddenly, the format indicating that the license plate was perhaps personalized. "Hey! I remembered something!"

"Good, now let's find the god damn car!" Cartman yelled.

xxx

"Get in there, kid! And shut up!" one of the brightly garmented men said as he pushed Steve into a glass cage.

Steve did as he was told, hopping into the cage and instantly finding a corner to curl up in. He resisted whining, rocking back and forth as he tried to keep quiet. He was only sitting there for seconds when he saw someone emerge from the shadows beside him. Jumping up, he hopped away from the person as if he was in severe danger.

"Stay back!" Steve shouted, balancing on one leg and resting on hand on the wall.

"Don't worry, kid, we're here for the same reason you are," the kid that had emerged from the shadows said in a low voice.

"And why are we here?" Steve demanded.

"Because our parents are rich," someone else said from the other side of the cage, at which point Steve noticed several children sitting around.

"What?! My dad's not rich!" Steve nearly fell over at the 'reason' why he was there. His father was anything but rich.

"He must be if you're here," the first kid said slowly.

"No, he's not." Steve turned towards the glass door and starting banging his fist on it. "Let me out of here! My dad's not rich! You've got the wrong kid! Why are you doing this to me?"

"I said shut up, kid!" the brightly clad man returned, but, to his surprise, Steve only persisted with knocking on the glass.

"Let me out!"

"That's it!" the man was so frustrated that he ripped open the door, taking it clean off of its hinges. He looked at the door in his hand and had only one thing to say. "Oops."

"Let's get out of here!" the children all screamed happily while charging towards the doorway.

"You idiot! They're getting away!"

All of the brightly coloured ones chased after the children, but they seemed to have no ability in actually catching them. They all ran amuck, even leading their kidnappers to the outside world, where there were, conveniently many, many police officers waiting for them, as well as Cartman, Martha and Steve's father. They'd called the police from a nearby payphone upon finding the car.

Despite the police's protests, Steve's father charged into the building, looking frantically for his son. He found him backed into a corner as the guy with the door was approaching him threateningly. It looked as if the guy was using the door as a weapon, and Steve couldn't get away with his broken leg. The man charged towards the other man who was threatening his son and kicked him in the back of the knee. It was enough to defeat the guy because he fell over screaming about… his eye? Well… that was peculiar…

"Dad!" Steve was happy to see his father for once, reaching to hug him.

"It's all okay now, Steve. Everything's okay!" the father hugged his son, thankful that he wasn't hurt.

When they reached the outside of the building, the police officer was explaining why the children had been kidnapped.

"You see, these people are former celebrities and wealthy people who lost all their money. They're trying to get it back by kidnapping rich kids so that they can hold them for ransom," the officer explained as the other police officers ushered the criminals into the cars.

"We'll get our money back! You mark my words!" one of the former celebrities shouted.

"Of course you will," the police officer agreed sarcastically. "Well, now all is well, so we can all go home."

"Finally!" Cartman shouted in relief, annoyed that he'd had to find some whiny little brat instead of watching television. He followed someone who would take him home.

xxx

The next morning, they heard that Steve and his father already left South Park, with their new friend Martha, who seemed to be remembering things better now. Mr. Garrison and Cartman were the most relieved to hear about this, though Stan and Kyle couldn't understand why Cartman was happy to see someone he could easily make fun of go. An explanation followed.

"You see guys, I learned something yesterday…" he started out sounding all serious and reflective, but that quickly turned to rage. "New kids are fucking messed up! That whiny bitch's father dragged me all around South Park last night just because he couldn't find his god damned son! And then, the psycho lady with memory issues! God! We should kill them all!"

"Eric Cartman!" Mr. Garrison snapped and they all looked at their teacher tentatively. "Please, say that again."

Credits
Steve: Nemo
Steve's Father: Marlin
Martha: Dory