South Park © T. Parker and . Ella Tweak belongs to meh.
Other secret agents appearing in this epilogue:
Lucky Day: created by Doomed-Orange-Parka
Well. Here we are at the end of the first installment of my hopefully ongoing series of semi-supernatural South Park stories. (Alliteration ftw!) Thank you all for reading, and special thanks to those who stopped in to review and lend me their OCs.
The sequel "Aquae Multae" is in the works. And without further rambling:
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"Snooow is faaalling down from the sky….." Ella sang, hurrying along the lane, her legs cold in her Sunday dress. She waved to Pip and Butters as they passed, hand in hand. "….and some queers just went skipping by."
Craig Tucker pulled up alongside Ella in his black Rav4 and rolled down the window, his face grim under his blue chullo hat. "Ev-en Craig Tucker's frown, can't keep my heart down….." Ella skipped around to the passenger's door and pulled it open and then belted out - "Just another Sunday morning in my quiet mountain town." Craig cringed.
In the house opposite, a window rattled open. "AY! You suck! No Miss Ella! That's a bad Miss Ella!" Eric Cartman slammed the window shut, indifferent to the flashing double middle fingers he got for his trouble.
"What are you doing up so early, Herr Chublet?" Lucky Day stumbled into the kitchen, resplendent in an old t-shirt and fuzzy pajama bottoms.
"Oh… let's see…" Cartman pretended to think. "Something woke me up.. now what was it?"
Lucky stopped as she passed the table, a slip of paper catching her eye. A slip of paper with her name on it next to an empty carton of orange juice. A slip of paper covered with crumbs and smudgy fingerprints.
"Good morning! – Clyde"
Lucky looked up slowly. "Did Clyde bring me a note?"
"Oh thaaaat's right!" Cartman said, striking his forehead with his palm. "That idiot Clyde woke me up. He brought you a bagel and juice."
Lucky looked around the table and then back at Cartman who smiled toothily.
"What happened to my bagel?!" she demanded.
Cartman rounded the table, still smiling. Then, without warning, he belched in Lucky's face with enough force to blow her bleached bangs back from her forehead. "I have no idea, ho…" he said innocently and walked out of the kitchen.
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Craig and Ella parted ways in the vestibule of the church, as always. Ella opened the door that led to Father Maxi's office and retrieved her acolyte robe from a rack of vestments. As Father Maxi chatted idly about the upcoming sermon, she noticed that he carefully avoided mentioning the previous evening's excitement. The angry, red hand print that encircled his neck went unmentioned.
As Ella filed out behind Father Maxi and the other acolytes, she glanced over her shoulder at a shelf in the far corner. Although the books that rested upon the shelf were dusty and disused, her eyes jumped to a thick, black volume that sat nestled amongst the rest.
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A delicate hand shot out from underneath a pink comforter and groped along a nightstand beside the canopy bed. Seizing her ringing cell phone, Bebe Stevens sat up slightly, her hair a frightening snarl.
"Hullo?" she said blearily. "Oh, Token." She flopped back on her pillows and listened to her boyfriend chat idly about things that really could have waited until at least 10 a.m. She rolled to her side and peered at her alarm clock and moaned. "Seven thirty?!" She sighed as Token continued, her eyes coming to rest on a perfectly plump pink rose in the vase by her bedside lamp. A white card with red ink was still attached to the stem.
For the fairest…
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To be continued…
Hey, it's an epilogue. It's supposed to be short – or something.
*Hush removes her hood*
Goodbye you guys.
("Mountain Town" © T. Parker and M. Stone.)