Steven Cornels was your average sixth grader, blue shirt, black jeans, brown shoes and just a little chubby. He was nothing special in his group of friends. In fact his dance moves were nothing compared to the ones of his friends. Yet he was in a good mood after a talk with one of his friends about some stuff they were going to expect to get next week and on his way home to get lunch.
Just a day ago one that kind of became the leader of the sixth graders, had let him be part of bulling a fourth grader. The reason of why there were expecting to get a nice reward. He couldn't wait for his turn to get the playboy magazines and the porno vid their leader said they would get. The request had been weird but the reward was worth it. Besides he got to bully a fourth grader AND get some 18+ stuff, double win.
Looking up at the midday sun over South Park Steven choose to take a short cut home. A short cut that lead through a side alley. He whistled a tune like nothing could go wrong today anymore. Not noticing the shadows that seemed to have followed him or the aluminum foil heads that peaked over the edges of the roofs from the buildings. He was hallway through the side alley when it happened.
Before this sixth grader could even realize what was happening, he was hit by something square on his forehead and it stung. On instinct the boy closed his eyes, while he was hit a few more times by small objects that left a stinging pain causing him to stumble and fall to the ground. Opening his eyes after a moment he realized that he was surrounded by fourth graders, they all were wearing black cloths with aluminum foil. And they all were aiming at him with… Were that nerf guns? What was going on?
"It is best for you not to struggle, sixth grader." A young boy with an aluminum foil mask and red hair emerged from the crowed around him, General Disarray. He looked the sixth grader up and down skeptically before turning to look at one of the other kids. "Are you sure he is one of them this time?"
"Positive General." Minion #21 answered curtly before he adjusted his weapon. He re-aimed it at the sixth grader that in the meantime had gotten up again and tried to get past them but was stopped by well-aimed darts shot at his face and sensitive parts. General Disarray seemed to think for a moment before he nodded and gave a simple signal to the other Minions.
"What the hell do you twerps think you are doing?!" The sixth grader yelled in frustration as he tried to lunge at one of the Minions surrounding him. He nearly got a hold of Minion #34 but a precise shot to the forehead from General Disarray caused the boy to stumble backwards again. A few other shot him again for good measure.
"Quiet Sixth Grader!" The red head barked out aiming now both his nerf guns at the older boy. "Professor Chaos will be the one to ask questions!"
As if timed perfectly Professor Chaos did make his appearance right at that moment. The Minions cleared a path for him and closed it behind him to ensure that the sixth grader wouldn't get any funny ideas of escaping now that their boss arrived. With crossed arms Chaos looked down at the sixth grader… or rather looked at the sixth grader with an aura of superior authority that was at least what he was going for. "So you were one of the jerks that bullied and beat up a fourth grader yesterday?"
"Fuck off fourthy!"
Instantly the sixth grader was pummeled by foam darts with silver tips and a harsh "Answer the question!" from General Disarray without any mercy. Even the Minions that had him surrounded took a step closer with readied weapons, daring him to go against them again.
"Okay, okay!" The older boy relented after barely managing to safe his eyes from the darts. "So what if I was part of that? The fourthy had it coming!"
"You see, yesterday my partner was supposed to meet me to go to an important meeting but she never appeared. I have been very worried about that and then today I get the news that a 'fourthy', as you call us, was bullied and beaten up yesterday." Professor Chaos started his voice rather calm. A few of the Minions looked at their boss wondering why he wasn't sounding angry like they felt, they have come to liked their kind of second boss. "The thing is that the kid you bullied is my partner."
"So what?!" The older boy wasn't backing down this time as he stood to his full high, trying to intimidate the younger kids around him. It worked with a few of the Minions and even Professor Chaos seemed to falter for a moment before determination took over again.
"I just want to know who asked you jerks to do that." The super villain was still portraying a calm demeanor, just the way he had seen villains do it in some of the movies he had watched.
"I don't care and if I knew, sure as hell won't fucking tell you!" This time it was Professor Chaos that took a shot at the sixth grader personally.
"I repeat, who was it?" The dart hit right where the sun never shined and the sixth grader dropped to the ground. General Disarray and every Minion flinched. They all realized that the nerf guns of their Professor Chaos and Buttlord where modified slightly different than theirs. They had more kick to them if that reaction had anything to say about it.
"O-oh hamburgers… I didn't mean to shoot you there!" Professor Chaos gasped surprised with wide eyes, his aim was definitely not better than it was when he used a real gun.
"That fucking hurt! Wait till I get my hands on you twerp!" Getting over his momentary shock, Chaos' eyes narrowed at the slowly standing up sixth grader that still spewed out death threats towards him. With a simple movement Chaos Rapidstrike was back on his back and made a note to himself to refrain from trying to shot anyone for now.
After a moment of recollecting his thoughts again Professor Chaos lifted a hand to let something be brought over. The sixth grader snarled wanting to get revenge for the dick shot before his attention was caught by a ball shooter being rolled in by four other kids, a fifth one was holding onto a net filled with different kind of balls, all colored silver.
"Sir we haven't tested this out yet…" General Disarray started, a certain sparkle was in his eyes as a Minion held out a soccer ball towards Chaos. A mechanic humming was heard in the alley as the shooter was started up. "… but I believe this sixth grader make the perfect test subject."
"What kind of dick move are you assholes pulling now?!"
Instead of an answer Professor Chaos took the ball and loaded it into the shooter. A second later the soccer ball hit its mark, the gut of the sixth grader. The pained groan made even a few of the Minions flinch again, and that wasn't even a shooter they tried to tinker with.
"Now would you be so kind and answer my question?" Chaos asked again stopping himself from sighing in relieve that he didn't hit the same spot again. Being a villain and getting to bully a sixth grader in return was kind of fun as long as he doesn't accidentally make a nut shot again.
"A fourthy… It was another fourthy…" The older boy groaned out as be slowly stood up again glaring at everyone around him. That got Chaos thinking, did one of their friends hire the sixth graders? But wasn't that taking everything a bit too far? For a moment he hoped that whoever that fourth grader was, wasn't one of their friends.
"And who is that 'fourthy'?" He motioned for the Minions to give him a basked ball this time. He held it in his hands as he watched the sixth grader. "Who was it?"
"Do I look like I fucking know?!" The basketball was loaded into the ball shooter but a hand on it kept it from getting into the rapidly spinning part that would fire it instantly. The older boys eyes darted back and for between the shooter and Professor Chaos, slightly nervous now.
"Who?" It was a simple question really. Not that hard to answer but apparently it was, or at least that was what it looked like to Chaos. The sixth grader kept on being silent and so he let go. He watched the failed attempt at dodging and how the ball hit the sixth graders side. A few Minions winced at the impact; a basketball had to hurt more than the soccer ball, but maybe still less than that one dart?
Professor Chaos also couldn't help but feel sorry. He didn't think he would have to go this far but he just needed to know. Who had it been that hired sixth graders to go after his partner Buttlord? Yes they had their enemies like the super heroes but would any of them step so low as to hire sixth graders?
"Some… I don't know… weird kid…?" The sixth grader coughed out and Chaos winced slightly, that basketball must have really hurt. The villain comforted himself with the thought that Buttlord most likely had to endure more than that. A football was given to him by his trusty General and it felt heavier than it should in his hands.
"What weird kid?" General Disarray asked in his stead when he didn't ask. His mind was running though all possible fourth graders that could count as weird. The answer wasn't instant and that made the football feel even heavier. Shaking his head slightly Professor Chaos renewed his resolve and stared at the sixth grader in determination the grip on the football getting tighter.
"Answer or this will be next." He held the football closer to the shooter and watched how the sixth grader went a little paler. The older boy still hadn't recovered really. Maybe being in control wasn't that bad either, he was a villain after all so he shouldn't feel sorry for the sixth grader. Besides this was payback also.
The humming of the ball shooters machinery was sounding louder than it was. A few Minions even held their breath anticipating the football to be shot. General Disarray was glaring at the sixth grader with crossed arms, his foot tapping the ground impatiently. Ignoring the urge to let out a sigh Professor Chaos loaded the football into the ball shooter but kept it from getting fired again. Hopefully this was going to work. They hadn't tested out shooting a football that way yet.
"IT WAS A WEIRD KID PLAYING HERO!" Chaos head snapped up staring at the sixth grader a barely heard "What?" was uttered by him.
"I don't really know only leader spoke with the weird kid!" The older boy was gasping for any straws in his brain. The basketball had really hurt and he didn't want to chance getting the pointy end of a football slammed into his body the same way. "He was dressed all weirdly, saying something about doing that for his stupid super group or something!"
The sound of plastic hitting concrete echoed in the alley as the football hit the ground close to the sixth grader who let out a rather girly shriek at that. But Professor Chaos was not paying any attention to that has his mind was once again running wild with theories. A super hero had hired the sixth graders, someone that belonged to a group. There was only one group that still existed wasn't there? Coon friends had migrated with the Freedom Pals, didn't that mean…?
"Super group?" General Disarray echoed Chaos' thoughts, tilting his head slightly confused. "Does this mean the Freedom Pals hired sixth graders to take revenge on Buttlord for betraying them?"
Blake glared at nothing in particular. The Coon had left her after making sure she knew what he wanted from her. Her knuckles were white and she could feel her fingernails digging into the palms of her hands. By now she had learned that their games could get out of hand but this was ridicules.
She couldn't believe that Eric Cartman was truly able to step low enough to hire sixth grader to get back at her for betraying the franchise and for not revealing sooner that she was a girl, if that were even his reasons for doing this shit. Some screws had to be loose in that kids mind. Then again, kidnapping her parents should already have been a neon sign written in bright big letters.
She started to pace in her room despite the stinging pains from arms and legs. She ignored it.
The deal he had offered had been ridicules, a double edged blade really and he expected her to go along with it. Not that she was given a choice. The video he had was bad enough. It wasn't that she was worried about it having recorded one of her weakest moments so far. It was more that it had herself in it that worried her.
She cursed the fact that Cartman had been present when her 'past' parents told her the truth of her powers and she cursed the fact that the fatass had a memory good enough to still remember it despite all the time jumping they had done that day. She didn't want to know what kind of bullshit consequences this one video would have if the whole town or maybe even billions of people saw it.
God forbid more people would find videos like that amusing to watch and share, spreading a new jerkish and disgusting trend. Then again the worst case would be the government finding her because of some stupid shitty video that is used as blackmail against her.
The idea of turning back time had come appealing to her the more Cartman had talked on as Coon on how she was going to not refuse the deal. But when he off handedly mentioned that if she rewound time, déjà vu was a thing and that maybe next time it wouldn't be her that got the burn from the sixth graders but someone else she cared about… the urge to just punch him had been really strong at that moment.
"You wouldn't want anything bad happening to your friends now would you? Maybe it won't be you that meets the sixth graders this time but a certain other super villain." That were the words that stopped her in the middle of her rewind time farting process that struck her the most.
Closing her eyes in frustration Blake dropped back onto her bed. They were empty threats she knew that. There couldn't be a way for Cartman to change the target from being her to Butters that simply, but something in her doubted that. What if she escaped but on another day they would go for Butters instead of her again? With that thought she couldn't bring herself to rewind time.
Opening her eyes distress made space for her default blank look as her gaze was directed at the grey ceiling of her room. For now she was going to play along with this stupid deal, but the Coon would be the one to get the burn in the end. She was going to make sure of that with her own plan.
I know this Chapter focused a whole lot on Profesor Chaos / Butters but thats just a taste of what is going to come. I hope I didn't end up having him go to much Ooc if I did please tell me. Feedback is very important for me espacially with the things I have in planning to come next, so I am thankful for any kind of opinion you guys are willing to give.
Also originally the Chapter was supposed to end with Butters visiting Blake but well it kinda didn't fit in the theme for this chapter anymore.
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