Title: Guilt Complex

Author: Keith

Fandom: South Park

Setting: Heaven

Pairing: None

Characters: Pip Pirrup, Archangel Uriel

Genre: Angst/Drama

Rating: T

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 905

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Part Five of the Writer's Month 2022 Collection

Status: Complete

Warnings: AU - Body Swap, Body Swap Aftermath, Guardian Angel!Pip, Non-Con, Suicide, Mentioned New Kid | Douchebag/Gregory of Yardale, Mentioned Herbert Pocket/New Kid | Douchebag, Mentioned Herbert Pocket/Pip Pirrup, Mentioned Damien Thorn/Pip Pirrup, Brainwashing

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Alex belongs to my friend Mel (Nxwkid on Tumblr).

Summary: Truly, Pip hadn't meant for it to happen, but the road to Hell was paved with good intentions, or so they said.

AN: Hey guys, it's me again! I just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

I'm trying to do Writer's Month this month and to keep myself working on these to get all of them done hopefully, I'm going to aim for 500 words or less.

So, I really wanted to play with this idea from the rp blog, so I went ahead and messed with it, I thought it would be fun! And it was, I enjoyed this one very much.

Guilt Complex

"Phillip," Uriel's voice was strict and filled with disappointment, "Do you know why we've brought you back to Heaven?"

Pip couldn't meet the archangel's eyes, his head down and hands folded in his lap like a child caught in the act of misbehavior. He knew he was in trouble. Oh, he was very aware of why he was back. Meddling in the affairs of mortals not under his care was more than frowned upon, and he'd not only meddled, but he'd gone and taken advantage of both Pocket and Alex's trust.

He'd been sent to be a guardian angel for some of his dearest friends in life, dearest friends who were all a little more than fucked up, now, and he'd failed. More than failing his charges, he had absolutely failed Alex, and Gregory most likely.

"I need you to speak, boy." The elder blond snapped, his deep, scratchy voice making Pip's head shoot up to meet his eyes, though he only got so far before he couldn't continue, eyes remaining fixed on Uriel's mouth.

"I… Believe so, yes. I broke several of the tenants–"

"And you have doomed several mortals to a fate that none of them would have had to live with without your involvement." There went Uriel's training in the holy armies, his general status not lost on Pip, who flinched as his eyes dropped back to the floor. He knew that, and he also knew there was little he could do about it.

"Y-yes, I… I know. I've likely ruined several good things, and I do wish that I hadn't done it."

Disappearing while being drug back up to Heaven to atone for what he'd gone and done probably wasn't going to help, but he was hoping that this would be quick.

Uriel's firm frown told him that it would not be.

"Alex Cowens is going to suffer for your dalliance, more than anyone else. His lover has already attempted suicide due to your actions, and he is aware of it. He had to talk him out of it, pretending to be you. While it is not in his general demeanor to kill, he is very capable of permanently ending your existence. A creature of Satan such as this will barely need to raise a finger to do so. Empyrean Steel will not be necessary."

Flinching again, Pip opened his mouth, but a sigh from Uriel had him closing it again.

"You will begin your reprogramming immediately. Gabriel and I will be overseeing it. When we return you to your work, it would do you more favors to cut such tight ties with your charges." The sharp glare in his eyes nearly reached his tone and Pip's eyes climbed up once more, foused on his forehead instead, "And, perhaps, rethink your connection with the Antichrist."

The light, hollow tinkling of Pip's wings shuddering filled the small, brightly lit room, and Uriel sighed again, exasperated.

"If I've told Him once, I've told Him a million times," He began, walking behind the chair that Pip was seated in and adjusting a few things with a solid clunk, "It's that humans, no matter how pure their heart or soul may be, should not be promoted."

"I daresay–" Pip began, only to shriek suddenly when a metal band clamped around his right, then left biceps. His wrists and ankles were done up with a soft incantation from behind him as Uriel fastened a collar around his neck to anchor him to his seat fully. The angel stepped around in front of him with what could only be described as joy in his eyes.

Oh, he was no stranger to that look.

"I wouldn't fight it, Phillip," Uriel responded, "As you've been given the status of an Angel, you've been given our weaknesses, just the same. Empyrean Steel can simply bind you to your chair, or it can kill you, should it cut you. This typically makes the… Well. You're going to have to learn not only your job once more but your place amongst us."

The pleasure that crept over his face made Pip's stomach flip and drop at the man's closed-eyed grin. Uriel clapped his hands together, then turned his steepled fingers towards the Guardian Angel in his custody.

"I can't say it will be easy, Phillip, but we will fix this." At least, on their end, they would. Once this was through, there was no doubt in his mind that Pip would be different, at the very least. If he wasn't, well… Uriel would have to do something about that, too, wouldn't he?

Clucking his tongue, Uriel shook his head, "Really, this wouldn't have happened if you had kept your head on your shoulders, wouldn't you say? This is inexcusable on your account, as you shouldn't be so enamored with that boy that you can't tell him 'no.' Especially in someone else's body."

That, more than anything, might have fueled some of Uriel's ire. He was going to make sure that this didn't happen again. It would have been so much easier to curb such desires if the boy had been created an angel… Humans were too unpredictable, they clung too tightly to their sin.

But an Archangel never truly forgot about God's wrath, and the times they had been sent to enact it upon the world. Uriel would never forget the bloodshed caused by their hands.

This was going to be fun.

AN: I have been trying for a few months to figure out what happened with Pip in regards to some stuff on the rp blog, and I sort of had an idea, but no details. This particular idea came when I saw the prompt for some reason, and so I just went with it. This was actually a total blast to write, even if it ended up being on the shorter end of the spectrum for these.

Prompt: setting: body switch