Trey Parker and Matt Stone own South Park Not me.
Sorry I've got nothing yet. But here's something else.
Liza Nelson woke up all on her own. She turned off her Alarm clock and got ready to start the day. She brushed her teeth and got dressed. She had her cereal and waitied until her mom would head downstairs and say "hello" to her. Yet there was no sign of her coming down and it was half past 7:00.
"Oh that's right." she remembered. Her mother was dead. She had been living on her own for quite a while. Yet no authorities had noticed she was living alone and sent her to an orphanage. Granted, they were too busy celebrating getting their vaccinations. But she never felt so alone.
Why did her mother have to die when her vaccination was right in front of her? Why couldn't Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny have gotten to the school sooner. Then maybe she wouldn't have died.
Despite what her girlfriends told her 'there was nothing else that could be done' 'everyone dies at some point' 'that's how life is' she just was so alone, and not just in her house.
She collected her things and went to her bus stop where a few of the girls (Emily Marx, Tammy Nelson, Sophie Gray, Monica Ryland and Lisa Berger) were waiting.
"Hi, Liza." they greeted her. She simply waved at them not saying anything to them.
She climbed onto the bus and looked at everyone around her. So blessed, so happy, so fortunate, they had everything she hadn't and they were talking to each other to prove it.
She looked around and then noticed another person who wasn't active in conversation. A young boy about 10 in age. Pale skin, black hair and dark clothing. He was sitting on the back of the bus looking at the other people happily taking to one another.
She wanted to leave her seat and talk to him when she heard the breaks squeal, signifying they were at their stop.
As she got on the bus she looked around for the boy, but she couldn't pick him out of the crowd.
Where was he? More importantly, what was his name?
"Liza!" she heard Sophie call to her before she hurried to her friends to start school.
All through the day Liza focused on her work, yet she still couldn't get the sight of that boy out of her head. She hardly knew him yet he looked so lonely just as she was she just had to speak with him.
She was so distracted she didn't even realize she was rewriting the same things over her work.
That recess she dropped her game of tag with her girlfriends to search for the boy, scouring the entire playground for him.
It was there that she saw him by the corner of the playground watching everyone else play happily.
She ran to him as fast as she could.
"Hey." she said as the reached him. He looked up.
"Hey..." he said.
"Are you going to play with anyone?" she asked.
"No..." he muttered.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because nobody likes me." he replied. "I don't have many friends."
"Well...I don't have much friends either..so that's something."
She sat down next to the boy
"So where are you from?" he asked.
"I'm from Asia." she replied. "I moved here back in 2015, you?"
"The seventh Layer of hell?"
"So you're from Detroit?"
"No, I'm from the seventh layer of Hell, the Underworld, I am Damien Thorn, son of Satan." He responded,
"You're the son of the devil?" Liza gasped.
"Yes?" he replied awkwardly.
"So it was your father that was killed by ManBearPig?" she wondered.
"Yeah...the event left me an orphan, yet nobody has notices or even cared because they're all just focused on Tegridy Farms."
Liza looked at him for a while.
"Well...you're not alone. My mom died some time ago...of COVID-19. She was so close to getting her vaccine until she died. Yet nobody had even noticed me either because they're celebrating the near end of this Pandemic. I've been fending for myself for a long time."
"Well, that's...tough," Damien replied, "I mean I'm not powerful yet, I've lost another close friend to me, this young British kid, he was killed by a mechanized Barbra Streisand, I vowed to learn whatever spell I could to bring him back, to bring my father back. But I've had no success. It's not fair."
"But there's nothing else that could have been done," Liza replied. "You did all you could, and that's all there is to it."
"But why did my father have to die!?" he cried. "He's immortal! It's impossible!"
"Everyone dies at some point, she assured."Even the healthiest of people can't survive forever."
"But my father is a deity! It just isn't fair!"
"That's just how...life...is." Liza was trailing off once she realized she was repeating exactly what her friends were telling her. "And all we have to do is roll with it, and as long as we stick with those who we know will help us...we can bounce back."
Damien looked at her and smiled softly. "Thank you..."
"Liza" she replied. "Liza Nelson, Hey if you're not busy after school, we can stop by one of those McDonalds and have something there.:
"I would like that." Damien replied. "I mean I'm too young to be ruling the underworld so my father's ex-boyfriend is doing to instead...but are you sure you want to go out with a boy...given everything that has happened between us?"
"The Gender Wars are over," assured Liza. "I mean sure there might be some lingering tensions but those are fine, besides I've been yearning for some company for a time."
"Thanks, said Damien." "I'll meet you after school." a faint hint of blush appearing on his pale face.
Liza smiled softly and walked off realizing that she had just found a kindred spirit. Someone who shared her pain and agony, someone who understood how it felt to lose everything. Someone she could confide in.
Damien came to his senses when he realized he made an official friend, someone who would take the time to listen to him and understand his plight.
After they were both left with nothing for so long...they finally got to have each other.