Chapter 1:
Craig Goes on a Walk: You Will Not Believe What Happens Next!
There's a boy in the pond.
Craig, not being able to sleep, just wanted to sneak out in the middle of the night to clear his head. He didn't feel like changing out of his pajamas so instead he sneakily walked down the stairs and simply put on his thickest coat and gloves, his chullo already on his head since he goes with it to sleep, and walked out into the cold night.
The fifteen year old felt very cool (pun unintended) sneaking out without his parent's knowledge, since most of the time he has no reason to do anything drastic in his home, since flipping off one another is a given and not particularly an act of rebellion.
Craig is proud to say that compared to some of the other douchebags in South Park, he was one of the kids that got minimal… dumbassery happen to them. Yes, some unfortunate events had occurred to him— especially thanks to Stan Marsh and his asshole friends— but all in all, he feels a lot luckier about himself whenever he sees Butters Stotch or Kenny McCormick or whoever is being subjected to Eric Cratman's irritating schemes.
Maybe the recent quiet in his life is what made him too brash, thinking that he could go on a walk alone in the middle of the night at South Park and come back with nothing happening.
His legs lead him to the darkness of Stark's Pond. There aren't any lampposts here, so the only way Craig can identify where the water starts is the reflection of the moonlight on it.
There aren't meant to be any lampposts, but there is still some sort of strange light coming from the pond in the form of two little vibrant green dots blinking at him from the center of the surface. Some idiot must have thrown their toy in or let their drone crash into the pond and it hasn't been ruined yet, somehow.
Who knows, maybe it's a camera or something. For some strange South Park activity.
Craig simply flatly stares at the dots for a few minutes before he narrows his eyes. Is it just him, or are those lights getting bigger? Another few seconds and then he's sure that they're gliding his way. He steps back and looks around to see if maybe some asshole is controlling some sort of small remote controlled boat or something until the dots arrive to an area where the water is a lot more shallow and whatever the lights are emitting from exits the water, slowly yet frantically sloshing forward.
Now that this thing is closer, he can see a little clearer but still barely the two bodies emerging from the water. Apparently, those two green dots were the eyes of a boy probably at a similar age to Craig. His hair, which Craig can't decipher the color of because of the darkness, is obviously wet, and sticking to the teen's forehead, but other than that there are three more prominent detail about this kid that was just in a fucking freezing pond— besides the creepy eyes.
One, when he speaks, his teeth are normal sized but sharp as hell, looking like he can rip Craig's finger off in one bite.
Two, the kid is butt naked. At this point, Craig is almost completely unbothered by boy's genitalia, ever since that whole anti-girl movement Butters started that one time. But that doesn't mean he isn't mildly uncomfortable.
And three, the other body that isn't the nude boy is one that Craig easily identifies from that stupid, old parka that he can tell is bright ass orange even in the starless night. The weirdo is clutching Kenny's lifeless body in front of him, his grip shaky. Probably from the cold because he's fucking naked in the middle of the night in Stark's motherfucking Pond.
The boy deposits the unmoving body in front of Craig who doesn't even take out his hands from the pockets of his coat as he observes Kenny's body. He notices that Kenny is missing a few fingers, the snow underneath his hand slowly being soaked in blood. This can't be a consequence, can it?
"What the fuck."
Craig lifts his gaze back to the naked teenager who is anxiously twitching and playing with his fingers, grimacing or nervously biting his lip at the gaping boy. The longer Craig stares at him, the more this fucking kid seems restless and fidgety, gradually emitting low grunts and yaps with every shudder until he yells out, making the clothed boy flinch,
"WELL?! SAVE HIM!"
Craig frowns. God damn it— he should have just stayed in bed. He looks down with disdain at the clearly dead boy before crouching and placing two fingers on the side of Kenny's neck. "He's dead."
Pond Boy squawks an inhumane sound and tugs at his wet hair, messing it all up.
So Craig takes a step back cautiously from the vibrating kid. He really doesn't want to dabble into whatever he has just stumbled across, but it wouldn't hurt to be only a little curious, right?
"What are you doing here? Naked?" He asks suddenly, fleeing his face heat at the odd questions.
The boy's green orbs redirect to him and it's strangely not that bothersome to look into the two glowing eyes, even in the darkness. He lowers his hands and wipes them on his still wet hips. "Hng, wha? Oh… I, uh, live here." Pond Boy says in a squeaky and broken voice that has Craig holding back a smile. He shakes his head at the thought,
"No." he repeats, a little annoyed but still trying his best to not seem actually interested, "Why are you in Stark's Pond, I mean. Aren't you cold."
"I said I live here!" he frowns, sounding somewhat offended. "And I'm not cold."
Craig licks his lips, surprising a shiver as a cold gust of air pushes past them, Pond Boy not appearing any twitchier than he was just before. "You live inside the pond?"
"Yeah."
"How come I've never seen you before?"
"I dunno." he mumbles, returning to fiddling with his hands as he watches the corpse on the ground, the wind pushing the snow on top of Kenny's body. "I don't go out much."
That's probably the right decision, in all honesty. Who knows what the people of South Park would try to do if they found out some sort of special species of people were living in their ponds.
"I… I just woke up and saw what looked like worms in front of me," Pond Boy continues to explain guiltily, "And I tried to eat them on impulse but apparently it was this boy's fingers!" He gestures to the dead blond who is slowly being covered up with more snow from the wind, the pond creature now back to being extra jittery and freaked out. "But I didn't mean to, augh! I'm gonna get in so much trouble!" He flutters in place, as if he wants to run away but has no place to go to.
"By who?" Craig inquires in his nasally voice, surprised that he actually cares enough to ask.
"Huh, what? You're going to tell someone, aren't you?" the creature asks back, confused.
Craig frowns at what barely can be seen of Kenny's body at this point. Yeah, murder is pretty scary but for some reason he doesn't feel all that inclined to do or feel anything about this one. "I don't really care though."
"Oh." All twitching ceases as he gawks at Craig, his green eyes staring at him with interest. "Okay, uhm. Are… are you sure? Hngh, I just k-killed someone, ugh!"
Craig shrugs.
"Okay…" Pond Boy holds his hands behind his back. "If you say so. I'll just leave then… Sorry for bothering you." He whimpers one last time at what remains visible of the lifeless corpse before turning around.
Craig silently watches as the creature walks into the pond as if there is no air in him, everything seeming a lot darker now without the green blobs.
He turns around and makes his way home before something more ridiculous happens. He really feels like he should do something with this new gathered information but he's not sure what. Snitching on the pond creature so scientists could dissect him sounds like something Stan would do and trying to make a profit out of him feels like something that that fatass Cartman would do. And neither of these options seem like outcomes Craig would ever dream of.
Telling Clyde, Tolkien or Jimmy also doesn't sound like a good option, not trusting that his friends can keep a secret.
But he is, for some unknown reason, a little curious.
He wants to see the boy in daylight.