South Park: The PC Pandemic Skankhunt Special
I don't own South Park. Trey Parker and Matt Stone do.
For a long time, the Marsh family stood shocked at the screen, alarmed at what they had just seen.
Stan's jaw was dropped
Shelly's eyes were bulged
Sharon's face was a mixture of horrified and furious.
Randy looked at his wife and children nervously. The first thing he could say was "H-hey honey."
"Randy..." Sharon breathed, "I-it was you...this whole time it was you!?"
"Sharon I-" Randy started.
"HOW COULD YOU RANDY!?" Sharon screamed. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO US RANDY. HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE ALL OF THIS AND NEVER TELL ME!?"
"Because you would have been a total bitch about it!" responded Randy.
"Well, you are right, I am being a bitch about it but that doesn't justify what you've done!"
"What I've done?" scoffed Randy. "Oh that's rich coming from the person who buried all those dead people in our backyard and locked a police officer in the basement!"
Sharon opened her mouth to retort but, stiffened up. "Stan, Shelly, go upstairs, your father and I need to have a little talk." she sneered under clenched teeth.
"Oh-oh, dad's gonna get it now!" giggled Shelly as she and Stan raced upstairs to their rooms. Leaving Sharon and Randy alone on the living room.
"Sharon," Randy Breathed. "You don't understand!"
"Understand what!?" Sharon shouted. "That you got arrested in China! You murdered Winnie the Pooh!? you cheated on me with a Bat AND a pangolin!? NO! That you started a WORLDWIDE PANDEMIC THAT HAS KILLED THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE! WHAT IS THERE TO UNDERSTAND!?"
"But it wasn't that bad."
"You got my brother sick! You shattered Stan's spirit! You gave everyone mustaches with your fucking marijuana and...OH GOD I ATE IT!" Sharon staggered back in horror as she recalled the moment she snuck a smoke from one of his weeds. "I ate your sperm when I smoked your weed! You gave me a MUSTACHE! I AM JUST HORRIFIED AT YOU RIGHT NOW!"
"Come on Sharon," Randy chuckled Nervously. "You looked pretty."
"PRETTY! YOU THINK I LOOKED PRETTY!?" She shrieked. "I thought you were pulling a prank on me but NO! It was your hell be gone weed that did it to me! You have gone too far RANDY!" She started to walk away from him panting in fury and fright. "I need to go...right now, and I'm taking the kids with me. We're going back home."
"What do you mean?" asked Randy. "This is home."
She turned around and screamed "No it's not Randy! IT'S YOUR HOME! And I can't stay here anymore and neither can Stan and Shelly. I'm taking them back to our old house...away from you!"
And with that she turned back and stormed out of the room and upstairs to her room where she slammed the door.
"Sharon, please!" begged Randy as Sharon began to pack up the car the next day. Stan and Shelly were already inside the car. Stan was watching the Argument unfold while Shelly was listening to music on her iPhone. "You can't leave Tegridy Farms, do you even care about the Family?"
"Yes I do Randy but you never did." Sharon growled. All you cared about was your fucking Marijuana and yourself. And I can't live with that anymore!"
"Why can't you just support me!?" Randy screamed.
"Support what!? A Pandemic that YOU created. Why would I ever do such a thing for you!?"
Randy could feel his anger rising up inside of him. Why couldn't she understand?
"Well what can I do to get you to support me!?" he shouted.
Sharon looked at Randy with a calm but stern look on her face and said. "Maybe when you stop thinking about yourself and more about your family." And with that, she turned around, climbed into the car and drove off. She looked at Randy through one of the side mirrors before turning away and continuing on the road.
Randy watched as they drove off. he just fell to his knees, stunned, and shocked.
His dream had turned into his wife's nightmare.
Sharon furiously drove through the Streets of South Park, just blindly focused on her destination. She drove through several red lights nearly causing so many accidents.
"Mom, calm down!" cried Stan.
"I AM PERFECTLY CALM!" Sharon screamed. "I just need to get us home."
They pulled up to their old house. The "For Sale" sign still perched in front of the house just as it was three years ago. Sharon rammed into it, breaking into pieces.
She stormed out of the car and kicked the remains of the sign.
"Mom are you sure you're ok?" Stan asked as he hopped out of the car.
"YES HONEY, AS YOU CAN SEE I AM PERFECTLY FINE!" she howled.
"Jeez, mom calm down." said Shelly.
Sharon turned around and said, "All right kids, just get up to your rooms and settle back in. I'll focus on getting everything back in place."
The kids could see the stress in her eyes and knew what would come for them is they declined. They grabbed their things and walked upstairs through the empty house.
As Shelly raced ahead of Stan into her old room and shut the door. Stan walked into his, closing the. door and throwing his backpack to the side.
He crawled over to the corner of his room and buried his face into his knees. Everything sucked. True, he wanted to return home, but not like this. His whole family was falling apart.
Broflovski Residence
The Broflovski Family was in shock at what was just played at their house.
"It was Randy," all this time. Breathed Gerald.
"Wow, who know?" asked Sheila.
"Randy is a nono." babbled Ike.
"You're damn right. Randy is a Nono," Sheila spoke up. "Kyle, I don't want you spending anymore time with that Stan Marsh kid of his."
"What!?" cried Kyle. "But Stan is my friend!"
"It's for your own good booby." Sheila assured him.
"Your mother is right son," Gerald chimed in. "You need to be careful about the things you do, otherwise they're going to catch up with you in the future."
As if on cue the TV flashed to life with static before settling down on another broadcast.
It showed the interior of Gerald's study, showing the front of his computer. Smokin by Boston was playing in the background.
Gerald walked onto the scene with a glass of wine, and a pair of eyeglasses.
He sat down in his seat and began to turn on his computer.
He flipped through several sites before settling down on facebook.
He opened a the page of a random user named "WeAllScream_07" and opened up one of her recent stories.
"Hey Just wanna remind everyone about the ice cream social to benefit homeless teens. Looking for volunteers."
Gerald took a sip of his wine before typing down his response with a malicious smirk on his face.
"Hey I'd like to volunteer to kick you in the Vagina! Where do I sign up?"
He went over to another page: To the user "maddies_mommy018"
"This is my daughter at the triathlon today! Go little girl!"
Gerald's Response "Your daughter has a mustache - what the hell is wrong with your ovaries bitch?!"
The Trolling Went On and On one by one he sent rude, hurtful and offensive comments to women online, playing the keyboards like they were pianos.
"YOU'VE BEEN DICK-SLAPPED" came an automated voice as he edited a picture of Heidi Turner's Mom to put a wiener inside of it.
It then showed a plethora of outraged people on their computers and phones as they saw Gerald's responses come onto their accounts.
Gerald kept trolling on and on, smiling evilly along the way until he finally stopped.
The Screen flashed again before turning black.
Just as the previous broadcast had been cast worldwide, so was this one. Now everyone would know the truth about who Skankhunt42 really was.
Gerald was horrified at what he had just witnessed, the secret was out!
Sheila panted aghast and horrified. "G-Gerald, a-all this time...it was..it was you, ALL THIS TIME!"
Gerald backed up nervously "Sheila, I-I can explain." But Sheila wasn't listening at all, and there was obviously nothing for Gerald to explain.
"EXPLAIN WHAT!?" She burst, like a volcano that erupted under 1,000 pressure. "THAT YOU'VE BEEN AN INTERNET TROLL, YOU'VE SAID HORRIBLE THINGS TO WOMEN ONLINE, YOU CAUSED FREJA OLLEGARD TO KILL HERSELF! BECAUSE SHE COULDN'T TAKE ALL OF THE THINGS YOU'VE SAID TO HER!?"
Her voice was so loud that one could hear it a mile away. Gerald's heart was beating, he was sweating so much he thought he was going to melt. He thought he could cover his tracks well, He thought he could get away with everything. But apparently not.
"OH MY GOD!" Sheila gasped, with realization, "IKE! YOU FRAMED IKE, YOUR OWN SON FOR YOUR MESS!"
"Mom, just calm down." pleaded Kyle, who didn't want to see his mother this furious anymore.
"WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING HIM KYLE!?" shouted Sheila. "HE BLAMED YOU AS WELL, HE MADE YOU LOOK LIKE A PART OF THIS WHEN YOU WEREN'T!" Kyle looked down ashamed.
"BUT I WANT TO KNOW WHY YOU DID THIS!?" She yelled as she turned back to Gerald. "WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU EVER THINK INSULTING PEOPLE ONLINE IS FUNNY!?"
"Because, it's so not funny!" Gerald countered. "It's called having a sense of humor and laughing, you should try it once in a while!"
Sheila was not amused but she seemed to have calmed down a little bit in this sense of disgust,
"Get out", she sneered under her breath, her eyes starting to reignite in fire.
"What?" asked Gerald.
"I SAID GET OUT!" she screamed, this time only louder, so loud that the glass began to shake and spit began to shoot from her mouth and her voice began to scratch. "GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE!" She bellowed like a bull. "YOU ARE NO LONGER WELCOME HERE FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE, YOU ARE A MONSTER TO OUR SONS AND A HORRIBLE INFLUENCE. GET OUT, GET OOOUUUTTTTTT!"
Gerald sprinted out of the house with his stuff in fear of Sheila's wrath. As she kept screaming, Ike just glared at his father while Kyle looked at him with a look of nervousness in his eyes.
He looked out the window and saw his father packing his stuff into the car. He watched as Gerald drove away, he didn't even look at his son one last time.
Kyle walked upstairs to his room and shut the door. He buried his face into his pillow. The worst had finally happened, he lost his family. Despite what his father did being very bad. He still didn't want to lose him but now he just did. How was he going to face life now?
