Hey guys, so you're probably wondering what happened to my prequel story. Truth be told, over a month ago, I bought Octopath Traveler on sale. Over the course of April, I binge played that game, and I have to say I'm thrilled about my experience, and I think it has inspired me to go write this sequel.

That's right: this is going to be a sequel to my previous TSOT story, with new characters and old. I have no plans on doing a TFBW story, even though this will take place after the events of TFBW. I'm not too big on superheroes.

As usual, there's a large class list that includes OCs, but don't be intimidated since most of those kids will be irrelevant in this fic, it's all flavor text.


Chapter One - Eerie Days.

My name is Stan, and I am a warrior.

Once a proud ranger of the Drow Elves, I have taken up the mantle to assist Raymond Irvington, also known as the New Kid, Douchebag, Butthole, and Dovahkiin, in his epic quest to get back the Stick of Truth. The two of us, alongside some other allies, have traveled far and wide to beat back the Nazi Zombies, stand up against the Harry Potter kids, rescued the Getting Gay with Kids choir group from the clutches of a vampire gang, and prevented Terrorblade from unleashing his terror upon the world. We then became super heroes to stop Mitch Connor from taking over South Park and unleashing eternal Christmas, and for now we have won, but Mitch Connor and Eric Cartman are still out there somewhere. But for now, we have forged a Grand Alliance of mainly Humans and Elves, though other races have began to join in as well. Of course, things are beginning to turn interesting, and I will need stalwart allies in the times ahead. But how interesting?

My eyes slowly opened as I got out of bed on this beautiful Wednesday morning. The morning sunlight seeped through the windowsill, and while still somewhat cold as usual in South Park, summer was only a little more than a month away. Of course, that means it's school, but instead of putting on my normal clothes, I did something different: I put on brown tank top, blue pants, metal bracers, dark green cape, and a thick leather belt. There were also metal straps on my poof-ball hat. I opened the closet and slung a metal shield and battle axe on my back, and strapped a hand axe to my side. The clock on my nightstand read 7:06 AM.

Ever since Monday, the student council not only allowed, but encouraged the students to wear roleplaying attire to school. Ginger kid hall monitors were decked out in gear once again, using stuff like stop signs, large pencils, and protractors as weapons. I have yet to discover why the faculty allowed this, but for now it is what it is.

After getting dressed and grabbing my blue backpack, I went downstairs, though no one else was at home today. I'm not sure why my parents and Shelly left the house so early, but I won't question it, it's quiet time to myself after all. I went to the kitchen, brought out a bowl, a carton of milk, and cheerios and poured myself a bowl of the mix of both to eat for breakfast. After that, I went walked out the door, locking the door behind me in the process.

The way to the bus stop was usually the same as always. Other kids would walk to school, take the bus, or be driven by their parents. Though today, just like the last two days, the other kids were also dressed as if they're roleplaying in a fantasy universe just like myself, wearing makeshift armor made of whatever material they could find, and taking with them swords, bows, and perhaps other weapons you'd typically find in a fantasy setting. Not to mention, I have a hunch that just like myself, the rest of the kids also have magical powers as well. How the school allows this at all I don't understand. Maybe we'll find out soon.

When I finally reached the bus stop, no one else was there. I looked around and waited. Still no one. Cartman and Douchebag are still missing, and neither Kyle, Kenny, nor Butters have shown up here. I'm not sure what is going on, and I have a feeling this will be an especially odd day today.

The bus finally came to a stop in front of me. The door opened, revealing a certain woman sitting on the driver's seat, one I was hoping I'd never see again. An older, nasty woman with a bird resting on her brown hair, she wore a dark blue jacket and lime-green pants.

"SHUT UP AND GET ON!"

I sighed. I don't want to say I liked Veronica Crabtree better when she was never resurrected because that is way too cruel and mean, but honestly, who even does like the bus driver? Regardless, I got on went down the aisle of the bus. Just like myself and the kids I saw before on the streets, every kid on the bus was in fantasy-exploring gear. They were chatting about how what class they're supposed to be, or if they could win a fight. It matters not to me of course, I just sat down alone.

Well, I would be alone, but right as the door almost closed, in the nick of time, another boy managed to hop onto the bus, and without his younger brother too. He wore a green ushanka, a crown made of tree twigs, a velvet robe on his normal attire, a wooden totem over his chest, and two hand axes strapped to his hip. He sat next to me, and I smiled.


His name is Kyle, and he is a shaman.

At one point in our roleplaying careers, he was known as High Jew Elf Kyle. He led the Drow Elves with might, but also with grace, and with that we have achieved many victories over the Humans of the Kingdom of Kupa Keep, or KKK for short. Not only was he a fair and intelligent leader, but he is one hell of a shaman, who could stand toe to toe against the mightiest of melee fighters. Therefore, it's no surprise that he is still one of the most liked boys in the fourth grade to this day. He will make a trustworthy ally in the journey ahead.

"Sup, Kyle." I made a fist out of my right hand and held it up towards Kyle.

"Sup, dude." He too made a fist with his right hand and we briefly fist-bumped each other before retracting our own hands.

Of course, he entered the bus alone, which begged the certain question from myself. "Where's Ike, Kenny, and Butters?"

"I dunno." Kyle shrugged his shoulders as he turned straight ahead. "Well, my mom took Ike for a dentist appointment. Not sure about Kenny and Butters, though I think Kenny went to Butters's house to return Butters's bike if I recall correctly."

"Really?" I chuckled. "Thought both of them were gonna go skip school or something."

"Kenny I can see doing that." Kyle the shook his head. "Definitely not Butters though."

"Hm..." I frowned again. Everything that has happened in the past few weeks - the adventures to beyond North Park to take down Terrorblade and the fights against Cartman and Mitch Connor - had got me thinking: why was life so difficult? Why does everything that could possibly go wrong in South Park had to go wrong? I briefly glanced at the other children, how they wore their costumes, and I can't imagine people actually doing this on a regular basis, much less allow this to happen at all.

"Something wrong, Stan?" Kyle's voice drew me out of my thoughts.

I looked over at Kyle as I felt my face soften. "Don't you think it's odd that now suddenly we're roleplaying again? And now we probably have fantasy powers once again?"

"I mean, I've thought about it too..." Kyle briefly rubbed his chin before shaking his head and turning away from me. "But it's not like this is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to us. Plenty of other wacky stuff has happened in our lives." Kyle isn't wrong; for as long as I can remember, there's always something chaotic or supernatural wrecking havoc upon our town.

"This has started happening ever since Douchebag and Cartman went missing on Sunday, and we still don't know why those two just suddenly left." I stared out the window, looking at the random adults mind their own business, not caring about any of the children. "Besides, not like those two are good friends to begin with."

"Correlation doesn't equal causation though," Kyle argued. "Douchebag and Cartman going missing could have completely nothing to do with us getting powers and roleplaying again." Kyle sighed. "Though given this is Cartman we're talking about, I have a sneaking suspicion he's up to no good, and especially after all that Mitch Connor bullshit he's been pulling while we were off playing superheroes."

I turned to Kyle. "Wanna go look for them?"

Kyle shrugged again. "Wouldn't mind it, but I don't know where to start. And besides, just the two of us? I think we'll need more than that."

"You're suggesting having others tag along with us?" I asked.

Kyle nodded. "Yeah, though I don't know who to suggest, and I don't know how much we can trust everyone fully."

Before either of us could say anything else, Ms. Crabtree's voice rang from the front of the bus. "SHUT UP AND GET OUT!"

We both left the bus, and ended up at the front of the school. And just as I expected, the rest of the children were also dressed as if roleplaying in a fantasy realm. I glanced over at Kyle, who wore a neutral expression, so I couldn't discern how exactly he was feeling about this just through glance alone. "Yeah this isn't weird at all." Kyle's voice however, was low, and I could tell there was a hint of astonishment and disgust.

"Yeah, but let's stay focused: who would actually join us to help find Douchebag and Cartman?" I asked.

Just then, a sweet, soothing voice rang out from behind me, and it caused my heart to float aflutter. "I will." I turned around, and she stood in front of me. This was a girl our age with black hair, a pink beret, yellow pants, dark purple robe, and a sword on her left hip. This was her alright, and she brought a smile to my face.


Her name is Wendy, and she is a warlock.

She roleplays an elf, and she actually used to be a paladin, but one fateful night while playing World of Warcraft with her other friends, she didn't take kindly to being blamed for a raid wipe which according to them, "was sucking ass at tanking." This was also not helped by the gender war that was brought on, spearheaded by Nelly, causing a rift between the girls, and thus Wendy wanted to side with the girls who felt empathy to the boys. This was further compounded by the fact she was horrible at playing a paladin in pvp as she didn't exactly have the support-based mindset for that class, so she decided to stick with a warlock. Nevertheless, the warlock class stuck to her far better, and unlike the last journey we had with the Stick of Truth, I can already predict that Wendy will be far more useful. She will make an inspiring ally in the journey ahead.

"Well, I'd rather not help you guys find Cartman, but Douchebag definitely!" Wendy smiled. "I mean, if we have to find Cartman, then sure, but you know..."

"It's fine, I mean, after all the shit Cartman pulled against you in school, I totally understand." After getting Wendy removed from student council, I'm not surprised that Wendy still has a grudge on Cartman; I would too.

Wendy frowned and glanced down at the ground. "I know I wasn't too useful last time we were roleplaying Dungeons and Dragons...or WoW, or Skyrim, or something like that..." Wendy then looked up to me, flashing a bright smile. "But I definitely want to help out and spend more time with you."

I found my face burning red hot. "I...I - I m-m-mean, s-sure."

"Yeah, we'd both be glad to have you around!" Thank God Kyle came in to save the day and my embarrassment.

"Alright!" Wendy lept at me with arms wide open, throwing herself to hug me tightly. I could feel myself blush even harder. I briefly eyed Kyle, and I am so glad he was being supportive and not a dick about it, giving me a thumbs up.

Kyle then shook his head. "We'll need more than just the three of us, I think."

Wendy broke apart from me. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's find some."

"Hold on just a moment. I trust the other kids from our class the most." The reason I trust them is because usually when there's an issue, the forty of us will band together and solve the problem at the end of the day. Sure, we have our methods and differences, but eventually we always prevail. I'm not saying the other fourth grade classes are bad, it's just that I don't know them well enough.

"We could start with Kenny," Kyle suggested.

"I mean, I can't exactly approve of his perversion..." Wendy paused briefly before continuing. "...but he did save our asses multiple times when we were playing superheroes. Plus he's not all that bad a person. Do you guys see the way he treats his sister? It's really sweet."

"Hope he hasn't actually skipped school with Butters then." I turned to face the school. "Come on, let's do this."

Inside the school building, the three of us went over to our lockers. I opened mine, placed my backpack inside, and shut the door. When I turned around, Kenny was there standing behind me, wearing his blonde wig, purple and white dress, and a bow and arrow behind his back. "So Butters told me you guys were looking for me."

"We are actually, we're going to go and find what happened to Douchebag and Cartman. Wanna come?" I glanced at Kyle and Wendy, who stood next to me. Both of them smiled slightly at Kenny, hoping he'd be convinced.

But to our dismay, Kenny shook his head. "I can't, gotta watch over my sister, and besides, if you guys leave, who's gonna lead the Alliance while you're gone?"

"W-well, I m-mean..." I started to say.

But Kenny wouldn't have it - he cut me off. "Butters is a shitty leader, you know this. And the others - they ain't all that great either. You know I'm the only one capable of leading while you guys are gone."

Kyle blankly stared back at Kenny. "I suppose we'll take it as a no then."

"No can do. Sorry. Wish it were different, but I appreciate the offer." Kenny chuckled, and I could almost see him smirking under his hood. "Besides, you guys do leave me out on adventures pretty often you know."

Kyle and I glanced at each other, both of us paling considerably. "Yeah..." I started. "Uh..."

"About that..." Kyle tried as well.

"Well in any case, have fun you guys." Kenny winked at us before leaving.

Wendy's face contorted with confusion. "Did he just...did he just wink at us?"

Before either Kyle or I could answer, another female voice sounded out from behind us. "If Kenny isn't gonna join you three, then I will!"

The three of us turned around to face a certain blonde girl with frizzly hair, a green hairband, a blue cape, a leather belt, black pants, a literal olive branch on her right hip, and what appears to be two yellow plates hanging off strings as if guarding her breasts. On her back was a wooden staff as well.


Her name is Bebe, and she is a druid.

She roleplays an elf, but more importantly, she used to be passionate about the gender war. Well, that was until when Wendy managed to talk her out of it. As for me personally, I can't say I'm too close with Bebe. The only time I can recall we really interacted was during an egg project that I admittingly was too jealous over the fact Wendy as paired with Kyle. In terms of our new Grand Alliance, she and Wendy are both the military leaders. She will make an enterprising ally in the journey ahead.

"You sure about this?" Kyle asked.

"I mean, I'm not too thrilled on finding out what happened to Cartman, but Douchebag definitely!" Bebe then walked in between Kyle and Wendy and wrapped her arms around both. "Besides, wouldn't be a fantasy journey without my two buds here." Bebe then glanced at me. "You're alright, Stan."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Actually, I didn't want Bebe to answer that question, so before she could say anything, I immediately cut her off. "Look, this isn't some journey to...Imaginationland or something, this is a real mission, with real goals and dangers and stuff like that."

"What's wrong with having Bebe around?" Wendy asked.

"Nothing! It's just...we barely know each other, and you know..." I whirled my hands a bit, trying to find what to say. But I don't know what to say. I don't fully trust Bebe, but I don't know how to express it in a way where nobody will be offended.

Thankfully, Bebe cut me off as she took her arms off Kyle and Wendy to fold them to her chest. "I can pull my own weight, you know Stan. Besides, based on what Wendy just texted me just now, you'll need all the help you can get."

I whirled to Wendy, staring at her for the answer. I didn't even notice she texted Bebe about this just now. "I told her you guys were looking for Douchebag and Cartman, and I figured since our magic will probably be involved, we'd need all the help we can get. Besides, Bebe's a great druid, I can vouch for her."

I glanced over at Kyle, and he shrugged. "She's not wrong. In fact, why don't we go around asking the other kids in class to help us?"

The school bell rang, and as a result, we all started walking towards class. "What do we tell them, that we're going on an adventure?" I instinctively felt my throat scoff from my own words. "Last I checked, Craig still doesn't want to do anything, not ever since that trip we had in Peru."

Kyle laughed and shook his head towards me. "I doubt Craig still has a grudge on us, not ever since all the superhero stuff we've done last week."

"Well you heard what Kenny said just now, if we take our entire class, who is going to manage Grand Alliance? The Zaron Federation or the New Conglomerate will just run us over."

My words left Kyle and Bebe speechless. But Wendy spoke up now. "Maybe four more people would do." But who would answer our call? That is the question.

Just as expected, every other kid in Mr. Garrison's class were dressed in fantasy roleplay costumes. And just as predicted, neither Douchebag nor Cartman showed up. Mr. Garrison however was not dressed up in any semblance of fantasy wear, opting for his usual green jacket and dark green pants. It didn't take long for the rest of us to take our seats.

"Alright, alright, settle down children. Go ahead and take your seats, and I'm going to prepare role-call." Mr. Garrison walked over to his desk and took out a piece of paper on a clipboard and a pencil, then stood front and center. "Alright, here we go. Andrew Anderson?"

"Here."

"Karen Anderson?"

"Here."

"Bradley Biggle?"

"I go by Brad."

"Token Black?"

"Here."

"Kyle Broflovski?"

"Here."

"Lance Carlson?"

"Here."

"Eric Cartman?"

The classroom was completely quiet. "Okay, guess he's still not here. Odd. Melissa Daniels?"

"Here."

"Nichole Daniels?"

"Here."

"Clyde Donovan?"

"Here."

"Lola Evans?"

"Here."

"Kathy Freeman?"

"Here."

"Hannah Hilton?"

"Here."

"Tyler Hoffman?"

"Here."

"Christopher Howard?"

"I go by Chris."

"Raymond Irvington?"

As expected, nothing from Douchebag either. "So he too is still gone. Has anyone seen where those two went?" The classroom was completely quiet. "I guess not...anyways, Kal Jorgensen?"

"Here."

"Ellen Joseph?"

"Here."

"Millie Larsen?"

"Here."

"Kent Leone?"

"Here."

"Preston Marlowe?"

"Here."

"Stanley Marsh?"

I raised my hand. "I go by Stan." Then I put my hand down.

"Emily Marx?"

"Here."

"Tina Maxwell?"

"Here."

"Kenneth McCormick?"

"I go by Kenny."

"Jessie Mills?"

"Here."

"Annie Nelson?"

"Here."

"Kelly Nelson?"

"Here."

"Francis Oswald?"

"Here."

"Bebe Stevens?"

"Here."

"Esther Stoley?"

"Here."

"Kevin Stoley?"

"Here."

"Leopold Stotch?"

"I go by Butters."

"Irving Stratford?"

"Here."

"Wendy Testaburger?"

"Here."

"Craig Tucker?"

"Here."

"Red Tucker?"

"Here."

"Heidi Turner?"

"Here."

"Sally Turner?"

"Here."

"Tweek Tweak?"

"Here."

Mr. Garrison nodded as he returned to his desk. "Well, at least all seems to be in order for now. Well children, you know what you should be doing: you have until morning recess to finish your solar system worksheets, so get going. I don't care if you guys work in groups or whatever, just get your worksheets done before then."

The classroom erupted as I joined Kyle, Wendy, and Bebe as a group of four. "You guys got all your worksheets done already?" Wendy asked. "I got mine."

"Same," the rest of us said.

"We should figure out a plan on what we're going to do," I suggested. "Like when we're gonna leave school to find Douchebag and Cartman."

Bebe raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn't we focus on one thing at a time first? Finding more people to accompany us?"

"But who is actually willing to join the four of us?" Kyle asked.

"I will!"

The four of us turned to see a third girl join our group. She has red hair but is neither pale nor possessing any freckles; a daywalker ginger like Kyle, Red, and Sally. She had a pale green jacket, brown pants, brown gloves, and a lavender beanie. It would look like she weren't roleplaying, but she also wore a black cloak, two gold bangles (one on each wrist), and a golden tiara. There was a rope around her waist, which tied a holstered dagger to her left hip.


At this point, you can probably guess that there are OCs in this fic besides Douchebag. I'll try my best to keep a balance of everyone's involvement, but for now I hope you guys enjoyed this fic. Until next time.