Authors Note: Okay, let me get some things cleared up. I recently got some mail from some people stating the following:
1) it's impossible for a 12 year old to be such a good writer so you must not be one
2) You can't be a girl, they aren't as perverted as you are
3)I deny you're 12, because twelve year olds aren't as mature as you are
Let me tell YOU guys something then. I'm no average 12 year old bitch that you see swooning over Nick Jonas, Twilight or any of the other shit you see my age group doing. Also, I HATE pink and other feminine things that have to do with it. And as for the maturity? Go fuck yourself. You can stand there and tell me 12 year olds aren't mature? Whatever! I've been exposed to shit that even 16 year old kids don't know about. I'm dead serious. And also what did I say about sterotypes? Or however you spell that word? My age bracket has nothing to do with me, so don't compare me to other hoes that you see doing the shit I stated above. Thank you.
Now that THAT'S cleared up, here's the continuation of the Satan thing! Hope you enjoy! ^_^
------------------------------------Robyn's P.O.V-------------------------------------------------
(I don't know some of their fears okay? Don't bite my head off! XD)
Meh…I was surrounded by
Nothing? What the hell is that?
"Where am I?" I asked particularly no one. I looked around. Oh god I was in MEGAN'S ROOM!
"Ah sister dear, sister dear!" Megan said, appearing out of no where.
"Megan? What the FUCK is all this?"
"Huh? Oh nothing. I just read your diary that's all."
She did WHAT?
"You did WHAT? GIVE ME THAT!" I yelled as I tried to reach for the blue laced book dangling in my evil sister's hand.
…..Somehow….she's grown 5 inches taller than me…
I couldn't reach it……
"God damn you, Megan! Give it ba-"
"September 11th, Dear diary, Butters got the part! I'm so happy for him! He's been talking about that god forsaking play since forever. Sometimes I wonder why I can't just tell him…"
"STOP IT! GIVE THAT BACK YOU LITTLE SCUM!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. THOSE WERE PERSONA; GOD DAMN IT!
"….why I just can't tell him how I feel. I mean it doesn't make sense! Why can't I just say ''Hey, Butters! I really really like you and I was wondering if you like me to-''….na…..to hard. But I have to tell him some day!" She finished reading.
So, that little bitch knows about my secret love…fine.
I sat down as I listened to her read some other things from that book. And I pondered
What the hell does she gain from reading the diary….?
Meh, seeing you SQUIRM is one thing!
That's it! She seeks pleasure in watching me break down! I know what I have to do
"February 14th, oooo! Valentines day! One of my favorite days of the year!" She squealed, trying to imatate my squeals.
"It is isn't it!, hilarious how I'm always talking about girls helplessly in love, but look at me!" I said, laughing at myself.
Megan looked at me with a pained expression
"You're agreeing with me?"
"Hell yeah! It's true!"
"But…no no there's no fun in it anymore!" she screeched, throwing the journal down and stomping off
"God, you guys don't take as long anymore!" Satan mumbled under his breath
"Afraid of your sister finding out your secret love for an idiot? Strange phobia, but I have other's to attend to" And with that, he sent me to the study, where Bain and Laura were sitting
"Gah…say nothing" Bain didn't, but Laura most certainly did
"YOU LIKE BUTTERS? SO SWEET!" She squealed
Ugh….
------------------------------Kyle's P.O.V.------------------------------
I already knew my fear, so this was gonna be very short
What? May I remind YOU that I'm used to this.
"KYLE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT SO LATE? WHERE'S YOUR BROTHER?! HAVE YOU CLEANED THE DISHE-" My mother started rambling out of no where.
"Save it woman and get the fuck out. Your to noisy and NOSEY." I said, not giving the tasteless mockery of my so called mother a second glance.
"Damn you. That was far to quick for my liking" Satan grumbled, glaring at me
"Whatever, this ain't shit to me."
"Fine, then" Poof. I was in the study
--------------------------Robyn's P.O.V-------------------------------
"Jeez Kyle, that was quick" I said, staring at Kyle in awe.
"When this kind of thing happens to you every god forsaking day, you get used to it" Kyle remarked, shrugging and sitting next to Laura
"Where's Kenny?"
"I'm right here!" Kenny said, grinning and coming out of no where.
"Kenny? You don't have to do a fear test thing to?" Laura asked.
"Nope. Wanna know why?"
"Hell yeah we wanna know why?!" Kyle demanded
"Because…this was all a trick!" Kenny yelled happily, throwing his arms in the air causing the scene of what was suppose to look like a study room to just be the bottom of Cartman's basement, only with a lot more technology than usual
"HAHAHAHAA! YOU FAGS!" Cartman was rolling on the floor with laughter
"Idiots should've seen your faces! BAHAHAHA!"
"SHUT UP CARTMAN!" Kyle was pissed off now, and I was to. What the HELL was that? And god damn they knew that I liked BUTTERS? WHAT THE FUC-
"I'm gonna kill you fat ass!" Laura leaped on him, then being joined by Kyle and myself
"GAHHHH! GET OFF ME! MEEEEEEM!" Cartman shrieked
"Yes, poop-si-kins?" His mother asked form upstairs
"Get these dildos OFF ME!"
"Aww, they're just playing with you, Eric!"
"MEEEEEM!"
To late. Cartman was left to the mercy of 4 pissed of 13 year old kids who's fears had to be over-come just because a fat tub of lard and a poor piece of crap wanted some entertainment.
Authors Note: I thought that was FUNNY! XD who thought it was funny? Any takers? XD
Now, I'm gonna go write the 6th chapter. I already have the plot in my head!
You guys know who the OC's belong to. ^_^