Disclaimer: I do not own South Park. =[

So, here's a late Christmas special! Featuring the anti-Christ, Pip and our favourite French mercenary. Enjoy!

A Dippy Chippy Christmas

(Pip's Point Of View)

It was Christmas morn and, after going to church of course, I was headed down the street that led to my best friends, Damien's, house.

Firmly within my grasp was a present. It was wrapped in black paper with red ribbon. Red like Damien's eyes. Oh how I love those eyes...

With a skip in my step (it is Christmas after all) I approached the large mansion that Damien was privileged enough to live in. Of course many times he had been ever so kind as to let me stay the night when the weather was so bad that it was unbearable to remain in my un-heated apartment.

I rang the bell that was located in the mouth of a stone demon. A shrill scream could be heard echoing throughout the household. A shiver went along my spine. As many times as I rung that bell, I never got used to it.

I heard footsteps approach the door. My heart began to speed up just a little. As you see I have fallen for my best friend. Of course I'd never admit this to him, no, he had to concentrate on his duties and I'd hate to get in the way of that.

As the door opened, I felt a huge smile creep up on my face. I held the present out to Damien and the smile faded when I saw him scowling at it.

"And what the Hell is this, Pip? Are you commemorating the birth of the man that will be my ultimate demise? Do you want me to die?" He yelled this all at me with fire burning in his eyes before slamming the door in my face.

Tears began to prick at my eyes as I placed the present on the doorstep. Perhaps he would like it later. And, with the snow beginning to fall, I started my walk home and realise with dismay that tonight would be one of the nights where the cold would be unbearable.

(Damien's Point Of View)

I snarled once the door was closed. That bloody Brits lucky I didn't light him on fire. I mean why would I, Damien Thorne, The anti-Christ, wish to partake in the in the celebration of my rivals birthday? It was a stupid idea.

I sigh realising my mistake. Pip only meant to include me. He's nice like that. A quick dash upstairs for my coat and I'm heading out the door. Those tears on his beautiful face are haunting me. I have to find him and apologise.

I smile. I know I'll be forgiven. It is Pip after all. And then I'll ask him to stay the night at my place because it's far too cold at his and I do so love him in his pjs.

I trip on something on my doorstep and look down. It's the present. I decide to open it up so I could at least tell him that I appreciated it.

After discarding the black paper and red ribbon I open the box. What I see inside makes me feel even guiltier than before.

Sitting innocently in red tissue paper is a delicate gold inverted cross. I stared gaping at it. How could Pip have afforded something like this?

So, after putting the necklace on, I took off after my best friend, and the boy I loved.

(Christophe's Point Of View)

I saw the blonde British boy walking down the street. He did this every day, after visiting that stupid boy's house. How he could've been around the blonde so much without so much as having a crush on him, I will never know.

However today was different. Tears trailed down his feminine face and his usual bright demeanour was lost to despair. It broke my heart to see the beautiful boy cry.

And before you call me a sap, know this; The French are lovers, not fighters, and even I sometimes must abide by this rule. Besides, I've killed 50 men in my life. Compared to that, you are the pussy.

I started to approach the boy. He seemed unaware of me coming closer. I took this opportunity to expertly take a red rose from a bush in a stuck up persons garden. This was the nice part of town; they were all stuck up. I was only here visiting Gregory. And he was the most stuck up beetch of them all.

"Bonjour, mon petite blonde" he visibly flinched at the French (Damn, why'd I use my mother tongue, he's British, he obviously wouldn't like it) and looked up wide eyed at me. Like a deer in headlights.

His eyes were red and a few stray tears ran down his cheek. I wiped them away in the softest way I could, smiling at him in what I hoped to be a kind way. He smiled back, so I must have been doing something right.

(Pip's Point Of View)

The frenchboy, Christophe I think his name was, had approached me. My initial reaction was to act ignorant and turn on my heel to walk away. He was French. No good could come of the French.

But then he was so tender. He wiped my tears and smiled at me. And not the blood curdling smile I knew he was capable of. No, a sweet smile. A smile of someone who cares. A smile Damien had never given me.

"For you" he offered me a rose. A red rose. The flower of love. I looked in to his eyes, and in their muddy brown depths, that's what I could see. A boy, who didn't even know me was in love with me.

If I was to take the rose, I would be accepting his offer. His offer to be loved. I would be giving up on Damien.

I smiled wider and took the rose. He appeared surprised before leaning in close to my face. He paused just before our lips touched.

"May I?" he whispered against my lips. As a response, I closed the distance between us. His kiss was gentle, kind, just like he was towards me.

And just like that I'd given up my love for my best friend. My cruel, sadistic, anti-christ best friend, who had never treated me kindly. It was possibly the best decision of my life.

(Damien's Point Of View)

I ran to catch up with Pip. The blonde was hurt, and I didn't feel right leaving it like that. I had to thank him for the gift, and tell him how I feel. I could feel it; today was the day I would make Pip mine.

But my feelings were wrong. I rounded a corner in time to see that French bastard lean in to kiss my Pip. My sweet innocent Pip. I was expecting him to push him away. What I wasn't expecting was him to lean in to the kiss, a smile on his lips.

I stared, open mouthed. I had lost Pip. I had lost the one person who had always stood by me. The one person I loved.

I sulked back to my house.

"Merry fucking Christmas indeed"

Wow. That was...bad.

Poor Damien. Personally I like both Dip and Chip but Chip doesn't get enough love.

The next chapter will be a (late) new year's special featuring Bunny and Cutters.

Btw, I translated the French myself! From my one year of high school French! It should mean "Hello, my little blonde" and I double checked on google translate.

Next chapter will be Kybe vs. Style which will hopefully be up sometime in the next week and then Candy vs Stendy which should be out a week after that.