I left out Season 19 material on purpose. Since I'm writing this while the new South Park season is going on, I'm trying to incorporate elements of this current season. But I'm going to wait until the season ends first.


Chapter 11

We ran southwest through thickets of pinewood trees, and at around 11:10 pm, we reached a open field of ice. In the middle of the field was a small lake beautifully illuminated by moonlight as the clouds parted from the midnight sky. The moon and stars lit the world, leaving a faint glow on the snow. I then immediately realized where we were. It was Stark's Pond, the pond where kids my age would go to afterschool and play around, like throwing snowball fights and stuff.

"Wow, what is this place?" Ray asked. "It's beautiful."

"It's Stark's Pond," Stan replied, "I took us here for our first date, remember Wendy?"

"Actually, I was the one who asked you out," Wendy corrected.

"Eugh, dating," Ray shuddered, "don't girls have cooties or something?"

I could tell Wendy was about to say something when she opened her mouth, but Stan cut her off. "Don't worry Wendy, Ray he didn't mean anything. He's like Butters, he doesn't know better."

Ray narrowed his eyes. "I do too!"

I felt a small shake on my left shoulder and Isaac's voice rang into my ears. "Hey, let's get wood for a campfire. I might freeze my ass off out here."

"Good idea," I nodded.

"Eugh, I'm gonna freeze my ass off out here," Isaac complained again.

I went off towards the right side of the pond. I can still hear the conversation fairly well, geez, do Stan, Wendy, and Ray have to talk so loudly? I held out my right hand and it glowed green. I did this so I can illuminate the area and see better. I went towards the trees.

I found a few twigs underneath some trees. Good for starting the fire, but doesn't sustain for long. As I gathered them, I could hear Wendy talk. "Well as I was saying, I had to ask you out because you threw up all the time." Wendy giggled to herself. Absolutely disgusting. Word on the street is that whenever Stan and Wendy try to kiss, Stan throws up all over Wendy. Who the hell does that?

This was bad. I could find nothing but only twigs. I had a pile of them in my hands, and due to the load I was carrying, the light of nature was no longer lit in my hands and everything went dark on me. I'm in complete darkness. I wasn't even paying any mind to where I was going. Very nice, Cole. I got myself lost, didn't even pay any attention. I couldn't hear anything. Then I heard footsteps. Then something poked me in the back.

I jumped. "AHHH!" I fell onto the ground, twigs all over me. "Help!"

"Holy shit!" It was Isaac's voice. I wasn't very thrilled. "Did I actually scare you? Hahahahahahaha!"

Isaac was laughing now, and I wasn't very happy. All I could do was mumble and grumble underneath my breath as I stood up and picked up the twigs. There was fire on Isaac's right hand, and Isaac held thick logs with his left arm to his body. "I hate you so very much right now Isaac."

"Cole, what were you even doing there?" Isaac asked.

"...just found a few twigs," I replied.

"You're gonna light a fire...with that?" Isaac had his eyebrow raised.

"I don't know, but I'm scared now," I admitted. I didn't like the dark very much. "Let's just go."

The two of us went back to the rest of our party where they sat right by the pond. Stan, Wendy, and Ray had shocked expressions when they saw me. "What were those screams?" Ray asked. "What happened to you two?"

I rolled my eyes. "Some stupid, sick joke from Isaac. Nothing more."

"I gotchu good, didn't I?" Isaac smirked.

"Shadup," I grumbled. I dropped the twigs on a pile right in front of Ray. "I got some wood."

"I don't see what you can do with a bunch of little sticks, honestly." Isaac dumped the small logs next to my pile of twigs.

I rolled my eyes. "Fuck you Isaac."

"Actually," Stan said, "you want to start the fire with the small twigs, that way, they will catch on fire first, and then the logs will later. If you start with the logs first, you'll have to put alot more work and effort into the fire."

"Oh, nice," I said, "how do you know this?"

Stan went over to the sticks, and began to arrange the twigs in a tripod shape. "I was in cub scouts, and they taught us how to camp out. Some basic survival skills here and there."

"You were in cub scouts?" Wendy asked. "How was it?"

"It's alright, I mean the people aren't as weird or nerdy as stereotypes make them out to be, but I'm not in it anymore." Stan then arranged the logs in a tripod in a way where the twig tripod was inside the log structure.

"Why not?" Ray asked.

"It's some stupid Pinewood Derby incident." Stan looked up. "Ray or Isaac, one of you two light the fire." Isaac caused sparks of flame on the wood, igniting it on fire. Flame, smoke, and heat came out from the wood. "Fire needs fuel, oxygen, and heat to sustain itself," Stan said, "without it, a fire cannot start. Now back to what I was saying, long story short: my dad thought it was a good idea to cheat in a Pinewood Derby contest, he somehow cheated physics, then some aliens came, learned about this, and got mad, and well...I decided it was best never to go to cub scouts again after that."

"Wow," Wendy replied. "Stan I'm really sorry." Well here we go. This is the part where the fluff comes down. "Your dad seems like a mess."

"He really is." I heard Stan sigh as I turned my vision to to fire and sat down on the snow. "I mean comeon, first he's obsessed with baseball fights! Then he went off to play Warcraft! Then he had to be a celebrity chef!"

"That was the fucking worst, your dad being celebrity chef," I commented. I went through twelve hours without food when Stan's dad was a cafeteria chef. Never again, please.

"And then there was that time your dad was Lorde." Wendy giggled. "That was pretty funny I'll admit."

"I nearly fainted when I learned how my dad pulled off being Lorde," Stan grumbled.

I then heard a whisper in my right ear. "So let me get this straight, Cole," Isaac whispered, "and I should have mentioned this back in Jimbo's store, but you teamed up with two of the biggest douchebags? They were mean to us! Weren't you complaining about them earlier today?"

I made a hissing sound under my breath as I just realized Stan and Wendy were already silent. "Shut up, idiot! They can hear us!"

"Oh come on, they can't..." Isaac rolled his eyes and he too realized that Stan and Wendy must've heard us. And boy were they angry.

Predictably, Wendy was the one to blow up. "Do you two have something you want to share?!"

I peered to Isaac, whose eyes were wide open with fear. I then turned to Stan, who wasn't showing as much emotion as Wendy, but he too is likely to be pissed deep inside. I turned back to Wendy. "I...uh, actually don't...no..." I simply muttered. We were in for it now.

"W-Wendy, it's just a joke!" Isaac tried.

"Oh fuck off!" Wendy stood up in front of us, and Stan's look on his face was more concerning than mad now. Ray's expression was blank. "You call me and Stan douchebags, but literally no one likes you!"

I think Wendy is going a bit overboard to be honest here, despite Isaac's poor joke. "Wendy, lay off."

"Oh, so now you rush in to defend your idiot brother, huh?" Wendy yelled.

"What?" I said. "I-I'm not defending him! I'm just saying that I think he already enough of what he deserved, that's all!"

"Wendy, comeon." At least Stan has my back.

"Oh comeon, Cole, that is bullshit!" Wendy screamed. "I know deep down you're just jealous of Stan, that's why you're trying to white knight your own brother!"

I made out a scoffing sound. "Ugh, what? That doesn't even make sense! And also, why would I be jealous of someone dating a girl who shot a teacher into the sun while he himself framed another kid for arson?" As soon as that came out of my mouth, I immediately covered my mouth with both of my hands. Shit. I said exactly what I should have not said. I made it clear I knew something I should not have known. If it wasn't clear beforehand that I was eavesdropping on their "date", it is clear now. There was silence for several moments where no one said anything. Stan stood up now, and both were right above me. I stood up too. Both of them glared deep into my eyes. Ray and Isaac still sat down in the snow next to the fire. "...sorry."

"Get...out...now..." was all Stan could muster.

It was probably for the better of me. I went away from them and walked over to the very edge of the lake, then say down, curling myself into a ball. I could still hear them shouting. "I'm guessing he heard things you didn't want him to hear," Ray said.

"That Cole kid is a fucking asshole!" Stan yelled. "He totally eavesdropped on my date with Wendy!"

"Well to be fair, I was the one who told him you had the Stick," Ray said.

"So this was your idea?" Wendy yelled.

"What? No! All I told Cole was to steal the stick from you, I swear!" Ray's voice was getting nervous. "I honestly had no idea you were revealing to each other your...dark secrets, I'm assuming those were what they are, yes. And it seems to me you and Stan have hated the twins."

"How can you not hate them?" Stan said. "They're even more annoying than Butters! You know who that is, right?!"

"I know who Butters is," Ray replied, "and yeah. He's pretty annoying. I know what you're saying. But we still have to stick with each other, right? We're on a mission, right?"

"Cole bashed my face in, spied on us, then tells you and Isaac my darkest secrets, and you expect me to live on and forget about it?" Wendy said. "I swear he's an even bigger asshole than Cartman, in fact, I wouldn't mind if he just killed himself right now!"

That hit me in the heart. I guess that's how they really feel about me. I know they didn't like me very much but I didn't think that they'd want to see me over Cartman dead, and that hurt alot. I just buried my face in between my legs and began to cry softly, tears staining my robes.

I could still hear them. "Wendy, that's enough," Stan said.

"Stan, Cole spread really horrible things about us!" Wendy yelled.

"I think we went too far," Stan defended. Huh, now Stan wants to defend me? Funny, he's really wishy-washy, "I mean really, he must've heard you tell him to kill himself. Wendy, please, that's just...wrong."

Wendy sighed. "Well someone needs to set him straight. He's mean, angry, cocky, volatile, I mean what's to like about him?"

"He's not like that at all," Isaac said. "He's a great brother. He smacks me when I do something wrong, but he'll always be there for me."

"Isaac, what do you know?" Wendy retorted, "You're like Butters-"

"Cole's the first friend I made in this town," Ray interrupted, "and honestly I'm not fond of many people. Every here is a two-faced bitch. I mean no one else is as wholesome as Cole, even though you're right, Cole is pretty volatile. Well, actually, there's Kenny. He's alright, but him being a Japanese princes is really, really weird."

It was pretty kind to hear Isaac and Ray stick up for me, even if Ray didn't know me very well. I'm glad they had my back. As I began to cease crying, I looked up into the sky and noticed a bright green light near the moon. That's weird, I'm not sure what would cause that green starlight to form, it is larger than the other stars in the sky, it certainly can't be the planet Venus, and I've never noticed it before until today.

"When I came to South Park, I wasn't interested in making friends," Ray sighed, "I just wanted to be left alone to my iPhone, but my Dad enjoys living his life through me. He wanted me to go out there and make lots of friends, he wants me to be popular because it makes him feel good. He's kind of a dick." That really sucks. It doesn't sound like Ray likes his parents, or actually his Dad. He hasn't talked about his mom.

"What about your Mom?" Stan said.

"She's alot nicer than my Dad," Ray replied, "I like her more, honestly."

"That doesn't answer the question about Cole," Wendy said, "I mean I don't like him but we can't leave him back in South Park. And what about Isaac?"

"Wendy, can we please just lay off them?" Stan asked. "You're actually getting on my nerves now."

"How can you possibly defend them, Stan?" Wendy growled.

"Because we need them!" Stan said. "They need to be with us just because-"

"Can I please say something?!" Isaac sounded rather frazzled and frustrated. His tone and speed of his speech made him sound like he was very impatient, like he really wanted to give his piece. There was silence, then Isaac continued. "Cole isn't what you think he is. He's actually an introvert, like I. He just wants to be left alone. But...there's more." Isaac let out a harsh exhale and sighed. "We were both happy, both carefree. But ever since...ever since Mom died when we were young...we began to change alot. Cole became the big brother to me...because someone had to be strong. But luck wasn't on Cole's side. Elementary school...the fourth grade classes feels like two different societies...where one is kinda normal, carefree - that was the one I dealt with...the other was more petty and superficial - Cole had to deal with that." There was more silence, then Isaac began to escalate. "That being said, you both are dicks!" Isaac yelled. "You're dicks to Cole, you're dicks to me, you're dicks to each other, and you're dicks to your own friends! Ray's right, you both are nothing but two-faced bitches! Cole tells me everything, whatever shit that goes down in Mr. Garrison's class...from the shit with Wikileaks...the two weeks fiasco with PC Principal, and thank fuck he's gone now...or the Kim Kardashian stuff, the High School musical fad, or you know, the cutest boys list."

"Oh yeah, I always wondered what was on the real cutest boys list," Stan said.

"As far as I remember," Wendy replied, "Cartman was on the very bottom." As she said this, Ray, Isaac, and Stan chuckled a little.

"The point is, Cole's naturally an introvert, but all this drama forces him to toughen up, but in reality he's no tougher than I am. He became irrational because he's not comfortable with his classroom environment, he says that it's too dramatic and uptight, and he doesn't like it no more than I do." Isaac is right. I don't know what I am, overtime I've morphed into something that I wasn't supposed to be, I became who I really wasn't, and now I'm lost. I guess it's one of those side perks for having a twin, no less an identical one. We know each other like the backs of our hands. I had to act strong for Mom because my dad and my brother were both very fragile at the time. But all my experiences with fourth grade made me rash.

"...wow," was all Stan could say.

Isaac began to freak out. "Wow? That's really how you feel? Such sarcasm, you know what, fuck you Stan. I'm going to bed, goodnight." I don't agree with Isaac's assessment, to be honest, I think he misinterpreted Stan's reaction. But whatever, I'm too tired to stop Isaac. I heard movement, and I'm assuming Isaac got up and left the campfire.

"Oh nice going, Stan," Wendy retorted.

"Me?" Stan growled. "You're the one who told Cole to kill himself! I'm just trying to defend Cole!"

"So you're trying to throw me under the bus again, huh?" Wendy said. "Don't act for me Stan, you defending Cole, you were trying to make yourself look good, as usual, I should have realized this sooner. You don't like them anymore than I do."

"Why don't you trust me?" Stan cried. "You always make it seem like I'm a liar or I'm deceitful!"

"Because you always avoid me all the time!" Wendy countered. "You always make up some shitty excuse to avoid me. 'Oh, I need to play superheroes.' 'Oh, I need to smoke cigarettes and burn the school down.' 'Oh, I need to jack it in San Diego.' You wanna be boyfriend and girlfriend with me, but I wish you actually put forth the effort! In fact, Kyle went out of his way to help us deal with Heidi Turner spreading malicious rumors about Allie Nelson going to the abortion clinic while you wouldn't have done such a thing! You never want to talk, but you pull off stupid stunts like doing a high school musical, or ask me to photoshop myself! It's like I'm nothing but a trophy to you!"

There was silence. Then Stan must have got up when I heard him say, "...you're right. I guess I don't deserve you. I am...sorry." He must have walked off with Isaac afterwards.

For about three minutes or so no words were exchanged between Ray and Wendy. Neither made a sound. Then Ray must have gotten up when he said. "I'm...gonna go talk to Cole."

Moments later, I heard footsteps and heard someone sit next to me to the right. When I turned my head, I saw a faint pink outline of the person's hair, and immediately I knew it was Ray's. I didn't hear anymore footsteps, I'm assuming Wendy didn't actually go to bed yet. "The nights are beautiful here," Ray said in awe.

I appreciate Ray's attempt at making small talk, but it wasn't making me feel better. But I bit anyways. "The green star is something."

"Wait what?" A moment of silence came before Ray spoke again. "Yeah, I haven't seen that before. Don't know what that is."

"I know why you're really here," I grumbled. "Just say it."

"Well I wanted to come and apologize." Before I could ask Ray what he could possibly apologize for, he went on. "I could have backed you up...or at least diffused the situation before it got out of hand." He let out a sigh. "There's something else you should know about me, and honestly, that was pretty self-centered of me."

"The rivalry has been around for months," I retorted, "I mean I appreciate you care, but you wouldn't have made the difference."

"True, hehe," Ray said, "I mean don't get me wrong, I'm not a nice guy. I just don't have a need to shove my problems down everyone's throats like what people here seem to be doing."

"Yeah," I said, "but I feel like crap. I mean I don't understand why they've hated me so much, I don't understand why the entire class turned against me. It's not fair." I could feel tears from my eyes again. "And now I feel even shittier. I feel like I ruined Stan's and Wendy's relationship, I feel like I dragged everyone into the mess, I just wish I were living life normally, I just wish I could have never been in Garrison's class. And the worst part was, I was jealous of kids like them because they had everything. But at the same time, I feel shitty of myself, I feel like I have ruined everything. I ruined the evening." I cried louder now. I was confused. I wasn't sure what to think. They were everything, but at the same time they were nothing, which doesn't actually make sense.

"How did this all happen?" Ray asked.

"Well I'm not sure, I don't remember." I really don't. "But I think it started with Craig and Clyde, then everyone joined in. It was fourth grade. I didn't fit in with the 'cool kids'. And as Wendy said, I guess I really don't matter to them."

"You have people who care about you, I'm sure." Ray let out a cough. "From what I'm seen, Isaac really looks up to you as a big brother. You have friends at this school right?"

"I do, yeah, but I never get to see them except recess," I replied. "It's pure torture. I could be having fun with them, but noooooooo, I have to deal with stupid drama that shouldn't belong anywhere except for a cliche high school soap opera. I hate being compared to my classmates. I feel like shit inside."

I heard more footsteps, but it wasn't Ray's. It was probably Wendy's, she probably heard everything, but I was too tired to care. "Comeon, let's go to bed." Ray stood up. "Oh and Cole, thank you for being the first great friend I made today. You really matter to me, Wendy and Stan are dicks, and your brother is an idiot."

I rolled my eyes. "Haha, I know, right?"

"You really straightforward and honest, and that's something only you seem to value, which I like."

"Well, I'm not honest all the time," I admitted.

"But you're definitely more genuine in your words and actions, I can see it." I could hear Ray's footsteps. "Well, we should get some rest. We've a big day tomorrow."

"Agreed."

I stood up and went over with Ray to lay out our sleeping bags with the other three, who were already asleep. I set my sleeping bag down between Wendy and Isaac, and I shoved myself in. I took my twig crown off and set it aside. Then I heard Wendy's voice whisper into my ears. "Hey Cole, that was mean of me, what I said earlier. I'm really sorry for that and I hope you can forgive me." I didn't say anything. I didn't want to say anything nor did I know what to say. "I - I understand. I guess you just want to be left alone for now. Good night."

My dry eyes drifted at the sky and towards the green star underneath the moon. For whatever reason, I imagined the green light getting larger, brighter, and closer...


Maybe Stan and Wendy came off as too big of jerks.

Random Trivia of the day:

I first posted this fanfic about a year ago (the old Stick of Truth fanfic doesn't exist anymore so don't go looking for it), and there were some key differences between the predecessor and this one. The first was that Isaac did not exist (thus Cole was an only child), and there were remnants in the first chapter that showed that. The second was that the Stendy was not intended, and thus the only two important characters would have been Cole and Douchebag (Ray). However, as I went through further with the story, I realized that it wouldn't be a very "South-Park-like" story to not have any canon characters. I was originally going to have Butters and Kenny in place of Stan and Wendy, but I decided I liked the pairing Stendy too much. I also planned a Five Nights At Freddy's sequence, but I cut that out. Cole was originally going to be of the Paladin class (not healer) and Ray was originally going to be a Priest (likely the most equivalent to the Jew in game). Then when I introduced the Stendy, I was going to make Wendy the healer and Stan and tank (thus reinforcing the cliche that the girl is the healer). I then introduced Isaac later on, who ended up becoming sorta like a foil to the rest of the party and changed Cole from a Paladin DPS to a Druid healer. Cole was originally supposed to inherit Isaac's personality, but that would be fairly cliche for main OC to be shy.

Why did I choose Stan and Wendy specifically? Because I genuinely like the pairing. I think it's pretty great, yes.

Ray most shares my personal feelings (since he's supposed to be Douchebag in the game) about other characters. I mean, don't get me wrong, I think M&T wrote the characters really well in their show, but if I met them as if I were Douchebag himself, I'd stay far away from them.