We all have bad things weighing us down, feelings buried deep down. But at some point we just have to let them go.
"I'll never talk", the Shulk roared defiantly at her captors. "Ordinarily I'd find that quite pleasing", Mysterion said with a wry grin. Shelly rolled her eyes. "But unfortunately I don't have the luxury of not hearing your hideous man voice, I need information." For some reason Stan looked vaguely perturbed by what he had said. It must have been his head fucking with him. Cheesy Poofs didn't fix everything. He continued. "I need information about the girl council." He paced. "Where they meet. When they meet. Where they keep their archives, and where did you take the file one the TP bandit. I know you know these things. Tell me them and this whole lame thing will be over just like this.", he snapped his fingers. "You'll never see us again."
"Drop dead", Shelly swore at her captors. "That happens more times than you could possibly imagine.", Mysterion said, half hoping for, and half dreading, follow up questions. Shelly was silent, and his two companions just shrugged. Well I guess that cry for help went nowhere, Mysterion thought to himself.
"You have left us no choice", Tree Mouse Girl interjected. "Are you going to torture me?", the Shulk asked, clearly not expecting much from these puny turds. "No", Tree Mouse Girl gave a sickening smile. "I'm going to sing to you." "Oh the horror", Shelly said rolling her eyes. "You know what Shell. You need to calm down, sit back, relax and", the sickening grin returned, "Let it go."
The snow glows white on the mountain tonight not a footstep to be seen.
"Oh god this dam song fucking infested the internet two years ago". Stan groaned.
A kingdom of isolation. And it looks like I'm the queen.
Bring it I'm not afraid", Shelly grit her badger addled teeth.
The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside.
Couldn't keep it in heaven knows I tried.
She puts real heart into it I'll give her that, Mysterion thought to himself.
Don't let them in don't let them see be the good girl you always have to be.
She was pacing across the court now, wagging her finger.
Conceal don't feel don't let them know.
I know the sentiment, Mysterion thought to himself. Boy this song could hit you in the feels. Even if sung by a complete amateur. Dude just feel, Stan thought to himself.
Well now they know
"Here comes the part", Shelly muttered.
Let it go let it go…
"Dude I'm pretty sure this qualifies as torture", Toolshed whispered to Mysterion. "It's not torture", Mysterion stroked his hairless chin in contemplation. "It's…it's enhanced interrogation." "What's the difference?", Stan asked. "Enhacned Interrogation is torture when the good guys do it.", Mysterion explained, flaunting his worldly knowledge. "
….Let the storm rage on.
She turned her head over her shoulders to face the others.
The cold never bothered me anyway.
She looked bold, maybe even beautiful, thought it was hard to tell underneath the mask.
Tree Mouse girl pranced around making piano sounds.
"Keep going I'm not afraid", Shelly said. Her voice waved just a little.
It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small.
And the fears that once controlled me can't get to me at all.
She jumped in the air and spread her arms in elation. Mysterion's heart soared with her. Yeah he didn't have to be afraid. Afraid of being unmasked. Afraid of dying. Afraid of everyone discovering what he really was, while holding out a faint hope that they would. Out here, he felt like those fears couldn't touch him. Like he could just leave it all behind.
It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and breakthrough.
Mysterion marshaled his courage.
No right no wrong no rules for me
I'm freeeeee
Her voice soared.
Let it go
Let it go
Mysterion joined her chorus, still maintaining his deep raspy voice.
They spun around.
"Good god this is gay", Stan said planting the palm of his hand into his face. Kenny didn't care. He'd concealed not felt. And now Stan knew. For this brief respite, Kenny was free.
Let it go let it go!
They sang together.
I'm one with the wind and sky.
Mysterion felt a winter chill on his back.
Let it go let it go
You'll never see me cry.
First Mysterion thought of Karen, poor girl. And then of Butters. And finally he thought about all the pain and suffering he'd had to put up with in his miserable life. He didn't want to compare himself to them, but he did, and they sobbed over shit that was a tenth as bad as dying every other week.
"Oh god the gayness it's to much!", Shelly said, gritting her teeth and covering her ears.
But it was no use. Resistance was futile. She might as well let go.
Mysterion and Tree Mouse girl stomped their feet to the ground in unison.
Here I stand and here I stay
They raised their voices towards the sky in unison.
Let the storm rage on…..
"Oh dude the lameness make it stop", Stan yelled, but his friends were to deep in their musical trance to hear him.
Shelly couldn't stand it. It was so dumb so gay so…broadway. She struggled to hold back the tears.
The wind blew snow around them.
My power flurries through the air into the ground.
My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around.
And one thought crystalizes like an icy blast.
A particularly harsh blast of snow hit the two singing superheroes. They were unfazed. In a spiral of personal liberation. Nothing could touch them.
I"M NEVER GOING BACK!
To dying every day.
To hearing this dam song every other week.
To Larry.
To innocence.
The past is in the paaaaast.
For better or worse.
Let it go Let it go
Tree Mouse girl's voice was a siren song to Kenny, the most beautiful thing in the world.
Mysterion continued to sing along with her, gruff deep voice and all.
And I'll rise like the break of dawn.
Let it go Let it go
That perfect girl is gone.
Slut, she cursed herself.
Ugly, she whispered, holding back the tears.
Kenny had a perfect girl once. She had gone. And he was never going to get her back again.
Here I stand in the light of daaaaay
It was still night.
Let the storm rage oooooon.
The cold never bothered me anyways.
"But that gay ass song sure did", Stand retorted.
Shelly was on her knees sobbing. She wretched onto the pavement. We must have been really bad, Kenny thought to himself. Event though it was necessary for the mission, it did not entirely please him.
"All right I'll talk", the big girl said, her voice breaking. Tears fell from her eyes. "You want to know why big mean ol shelly's working for a bunch of puny Fifth grade turds? Why she's sunken so low? Why she's fucking dressed in rags and painted green?" "Fifth graders?", Mysterion couldn't contain his astonishment. He knew the girls in his grade had a secret council, but the Fifth graders too? How far did this matriarchy extend?
"Yes Turd", she spat at him. "Fifth Graders."
"If they threatened you, tired to blackmail you in anyway". "Your here to help", Shelly completed Mouse's sentences. "No it wasn't that.", she wiped her nose. "It would have been better if it was that. The I could have just told them to fuck off. Nobody cares what some 5th grade turd thinks. And even if they did nobody likes me.", she cried into the palms of her hand.
Stan extend a comforting hand on his sisters shoulder. I guess I thought wrong about those two, Mysterion chided himself. "No Olivia, that's the queen of this whole little operation, she made me an offer. And offer I just couldn't refuse." she shook her head. "Her dad's a plastic surgeon", she sniffled. "He was going to make me beautiful. And if I refused she promised I'd be wearing headgear until the end of time."
"I'm so sorry Shelly", Stan said to his sister, tears in his eyes. Kenny felt a bit of pity too. And from a purely pragmatic perspective the more beautiful women in the world the better. But Mysterion would not allow these feelings to show. He needed to stay focused on the mission. And she had yet to tell him what he needed to know.
Tree Mouse Girl though was having none of it. "Booo fucking hoo you don't get to get your self sliced and diced until your some kind of supermodel.", her eyes burned with hate. "You have no idea what their capable of", the Shulk said, eyes white with terror.
That clearly had hit one of Mouse's berserk buttons. "Oh I most certainly do know what those fucking bitches are capable of." she said with the voice of someone who had been very close to someone on the receiving end of whatever said bitches were capable of. "You remember the charming little hobbies Olivia had?", she asked Shelly. It was apparent from the tone of her voice that Tree Mouse girl knew the the answer to her own question.
Their was a deathly silence. "Oh what was it", Tree Mouse girl had given up on waiting for the Shulk to answer "Oh I think I remember, it was list making." "Yes, they really making those", Shelly shifted uncomfortably. "Stupid little girls", she said. "The 4th grade council made lists too", Shelly's brother Stan cut in. He continued, "They made one ranking all the boys from cutest to ugliest. The thing drove poor Kyle near insane." Mouse was not swayed by Stan's attempt at pointing out the sins of others to gain sympathy fro his sister.
"Yes but that list wasn't meant for the general public, especially the boy public, to read." She glared at Shelly. "You remember those lists don't you? The crybaby list (Kenny was glad his sister wasn't in fifth grade or she'd have been at the top of that one, the poor list (that one too), the lesbian lis (Kenny made a mental note to find out who was on that list after all this was done, to Mysterion's great shame.), and my absolute favorite, the depression list." Mouse let that sink in for a bit. "Do you know what they did to the girls they thought were depressed?", she asked Shelly, faking confusion. "No", Shelly was lying. Lying to her interrogator, but mostly just lying to herself. "Well I'll tell you wha they do. They keep bullying them until they ether transfer schools or they kill themselves." Mysterion could hear Toolshed suck in a breath. "These aren't the type of people who help a girl up when she's down. These aren't even the type who stand around and laugh at them. These are the type of girls who find someone at their lowest point, pick up a shovel, beat them over the head with it, and drive them even lower." She locked eyes with the Sulk. Mysterion could feel them boreing deep into the big girl's soul.
Shelly could feel tears beginning to form on her eyes. But with those very eyes she stared back at her accuser. Defiant, for what else could a mean ugly girl like her every be? "Listen I know what they did. I know it was selfish to help them." "Then why don't you help us?", Tree Mouse Girl asked. "Because, as I said, I'm fucking selfish. I want to have nice tits and a nice ass. I want to have a face like an ogre. And I fucking certainly don't want to have to wear this fucking headgear until the fucking end of time!" she shouted at her interrogator.
Tree Mouse Girl breathed in, centering herself. "Do you know what it's like to be made an outcast? To have your entire life destroyed by bullies? Just cus your a bit different?!" "Welcome to my fucking life!", Shelly spat at Tree Mouse Girl. "Don't judge me you turd bitch! If you looked like me, if you had the life I do", she stared at Stan, "with family I have you would have done the same thing. So take your self righteous Turd Hero face and shove it up your slut asshole!" "Turd", she spat again for enfaces.
At the rate Tree Mouse was going they'd be at this all night. "Is this what Larry would have wanted?", he asked Shelly. The Shulk. The powerful she hulk, the ogre that had terrorized Stan and his friends thought their childhood, cried. "Dude Fuck you", Stan said to Kenny. "Whose Larry?" asked Mouse. Before ether Stan or Mysterion could answer, Shelly spoke. "Larry was my boyfriend. He was a good kid. Sheltered and shy, a looser, but a good kid.", she wiped the tears away from her eyes. "I told him to stop living his life in fear, to stop just mindlessly obeying his parents. He got what he wanted. And that got him killed.", she curled herself up into a ball, and cried.
"Dude why the fuck did you bring that shit up?" "I needed to break her", Mysterion replied cooly. "Well congrats asshole.", he threw up his arms. "Stan, the Nascar equivalent of 9/11 has gone unavenged. The TP bandit must be stopped at all costs. And sometimes you have to do bad things to get good results." "Fuck you man your talking about my sister", Stan burned with rage. "And furthermore I don't care what some petty criminal has done to your fucking trailer trash olympics." "Don't say that about Nascar", Kenny growled. "I'll say whatever the fuck I want to say."he yelled at the boy he once named hero.
"Dude your sounding like the Coon.". Toolshed told his friend. "Bulshit", Mysteiron countered. "Where does it end man? First you loose your marbles and go on some wild quest. Then you creep out Butters. Then you traumatize your friend's sister." he took a good look at his friend. "Dude I'll give you the same advice as Kyle gave to me. Watch yourself, or you'll find yourself jacking it in San Diego. Tree Mouse Girl stood on the sidelines, not fully understanding the quarrel between the boys. Shelly was still wrapped up in her ball of grief and sadness.
"The mall", Shelly spoke, her voice soft, quiet, almost a whisper. "What?", asked Tree Mouse Girl. "That's where I took the file on the TP bandit, that's where all the other files are, and that's where Olivia and the other girls are meeting tonight.",she said to the stunned heroes. "Why did they even want the bandit's file in the first place?" Mysterion asked. "I don't know, and if I did I wouldn't tell you turds.", she spat the last word as always. "Thank you", Tree Mouse Girl said, astonished that Shelly had actually agreed to turn on her 5th grade masters. "Save your thanks turd. I didn't do this for you I did it for Larry. I hope I never see you and Mysteriturd again." With that she limped back into the night. Stan looked at Mysterion, "Remember, Jacking it in San Diego." And he went to follow his sister.