My name is Kyle Broflovski. When I was ten years old, my family moved us out of South Park, Colorado for my dad's work with no intention of coming back. But as I've learned, intentions can change at the drop of a hat. Now I'm seventeen and we're moving back to South Park because of it's cheap but nice houses, and vast shopping district. I honestly couldn't care less about that but my mom insisted that I'll appreciate it as a teen looking for an easy first-time job.
I guess in some way she isn't necessarily wrong, but there are about a million other towns with tons of job opportunities that wouldn't require us to move back to this obnoxious redneck neighborhood. I told her that, and all I got was a scolding for being so 'rude about my home town' as she puts it.
So here I am, standing in a shitty little gamestop at the edge of town, dealing with stuck up kids claiming the games are a scam when in reality they're just too brain dead to solve them.
But I guess it's fine, I mean, I've made a decent amount of pocket money from this dumb little job, and nothing out of the ordinary has happened. That is... Until about 4 o'clock when the bell rang alerting me of another customer.
"hi! Welcome to gamestop. Let me know if you need any assistance!" I put on my fake ass customer service smile and looked over at the kid who just walked in. There was something so familiar about him but I just couldn't put my finger on it. The boy had messy brown hair, brown eyes that seemed almost tinted red in the light, and a red hoodie that seemed to hang loosely on his thin frame. He gave off almost Eric Cartman vibes, but that couldn't be right, there's no way Eric is that.. Skinny.
He looked at me and his eyes seemed to widen with the same recognition I had for him.
"oh um... Thank you. But I'm just looking for now." he gave me an awkward smile.
He wandered around the store for a little while, before coming up to the counter with one of the cheaper games from the back shelves. "I'm ready to buy this..." he seemed almost embarrassed. God, even his voice reminded me of Eric. Not so much the way it sounded, but the way he pronounced and worded things. I started ringing in the game for him. To my surprise, he started making some kind of small talk.
"I've never seen you here before, are you new in town?"
I wasn't really sure how to respond at first, but I decided to just go with the truth "kind of? I used to live here a few years ago. My family decided to move back for job reasons." I didn't expect much of a response, and I definitely didn't expect the startled look that came over his face.
"whats your last name?" his voice sounded even more anxious than before. The question creeped me out a tiny bit but I answered anyway. "um... Broflovski?"
"o-oh." he was silent the rest of the time I was helping him check out. He paid, and I've never seen someone speed walk out so quickly.
'That was so weird' was all I could think as I clocked out for the day, and went home.