~Special #6: Ruby's P.O.V~
"Dear God, dear God, please don't pop out, man…" I whisper to myself, my hand quivering on the mouse. I downloaded 'Slender' in 2013 and put it on a memory stick, and now I've finally gathered up the courage to play it. "OH YEAH! Got a note!" I yell in triumph upon finding my first note on some truck. But as soon as I turn around, the fucker is standing RIGHT THERE! "KYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH !" I scream, leaning away from the screen in fright. I'm unable to take my eyes off that damn asshole! Kenny, Butters, and Phil come in, and I cling to Phil desperately.
"Ruby, what's wrong?" Kenny interrogates me.
"HE POPPED OUT OF NOWHERE!" I shriek, staring at the screen and quivering.
"Who?"
"S-SLENDER MAN! HOLY SHIT, I SHOULDN'T HAVE PLAYED THAT CRAP!" I bonk myself on the head, annoyed. What in the fuck was I thinking, after all the YouTube reactions I've seen?
"Who is that?" Phil asks, looking tired and confused. Oh yeah, it's like six in the morning, tehe. Oops.
"Look, I can tell you guys later. Sorry for waking you. Butters, Kenny, BACK TO YOUR CHAMBERS!" I point to the door in a sickeningly passionate way. They stare at me for a moment before shaking their heads and walking out. I notice Phil still standing there, looking depressed. I take a moment to smile and put my arm around his waist, since I'm a lil' shortie. Don't laugh; I was seven, ok!? "What's going on, my little munchkin?" I ask, smiling slyly. My smirk soon disappears when I see Phil is legitimately upset. "Dude, what's wrong?" He shakes his head, NOT WANTIN' TO TELL ME! THE LITTLE PRICK! "You're tellin' me right now!" I put a hand on his forehead, accessing his recent memories. Pft, who knew my memory manipulation would actually come in handy? HA! I slump when I see what Phil's been up to. "Do you regret what you said?" Phil shrugs, not really sure himself. "You meant it, right?"
"…Yes."
"Alright, it's fine. I would've snapped about the second time I spoke to him anyhow. You've set a damn good record of being patient with that prick." Phil automatically shoots me a pissed off look, and I put my hands up in defense. "Ok, ok, he's not a prick, jeez…"
"Why did you treat me nicely? When you first met me?" Little Phil stares at me, suddenly asking such a weird question.
"Huh? 'Cause you were still alive. I mean, if I were you, I would've ended my life much earlier, what from all the ridicule and that." I notice how exhausted the kid looks. "Hey, don't ya think you should get to bed?" He shakes his head furiously, and I shrug. "Ok, I wasn't really planning on sleeping either. Wanna watch a movie?" Phil tilts his head in slight confusion. "One of those film things?"
"Oh, yes, that would be lovely." Phil's voice is obviously strained, but I decide it would be best to ignore it. Taking hold of his hand, I lead him out of my room and towards the living room. Pulling out a copy of 'Forrest Gump', I put it in my DVD player and switch everything on.
…AHAHAHA! So much for that! Phil easily passes out on the couch again before we've even got to the 'Run, Forrest, run!' part. I shake my head at him, continuing to watch the movie. When about an hour has passed, I look back at the kid, just to see Damien standing over him. I just about crap my pants. "JESUS CHRIST! WHERE'D YOU COME FROM!?" I scream. Damien glares at me for nearly waking Phil. Pft, as if; the kid's a notorious sleeper now.
"You overreact to everything." Damien declares, avoiding eye contact. I stick my tongue out. I do not!
"Tch, feelin' guilty about being mean to him? Too late now!"
"Who says?"
"It's common sense! Why do you care anyways?" I frown at him, slightly puzzled. Since when would he care about how Phil feels? I giggle. "Did he hurt your wittle feelings, Damien?" I ask, as if addressing a small child. He actually doesn't answer. "Well?"
"…I'm not happy with his words."
"AW, SO HE DID!" I nod to myself in absolute triumph. Damien begins to walk off again. "AW COME ON, I ENJOY YOUR COMPANY!" I tell him sarcastically. He ignores me, slamming the door to my spare room. I stick the finger up at the door, before snuggling back down on one of my couches, and finishing 'Forrest Gump'.
After a few hours of randomly flicking through channels; about eight in the morning, I get up and make myself some tea. As I turn around to get the boiling water, I find Kenny standing right there. "GEEZUS! It's like you're all trying to scare the shit outta me, one by one!" I yell, smacking him on the shoulder and pouring the water in the mug. Kenny looks like he has almost no idea what I just said. "I said, you're all trying to frighten me!"
"What are you on about this time?"
"Shut up! Why are ya here? What d'ya want?"
"Butters is hungry."
"Well then make 'im eat something! I ain't some sort of personal slave!" I snap, throwing my tea bag away.
"Ruby, we don't know how to cook food in this time."
"Oh, grow up! You're smart enough, Kenneth; you'll manage. I'm off."
"Where to?"
"A DAMN WALK TO GET AWAY FROM YOU ALL! YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY!" Kenny sighs at my temper tantrum, and it makes me smile slightly. We did this a lot when we were still alive.
"Well, we're coming with you. What if something happens, and you aren't around? That Lucia still has the other 'Time-travel' fairy, you know."
"Oh my gosh, okay. You can some. Sheesh, no need for the big ass speeches."
Dear God, it took, what, two hours to get everyone ready and fed before we could go outside. For my damn walk! I had to help Phil and Butters to shower, since they had no fucking idea how. Butters wasn't even very keen on going, but Kenny seems to be in a pretty chirpy mood today, so he decided to endure it. Damien and Pip still aren't speaking. Right now, I'm with Butters and Phil, sitting on some grass. Damien and Kenny are on a park bench not far away. When I see them glaring at each other, I stand up. "Guys, I'm gonna talk about grown up stuff with those two. Carry on with your little conversation." I give them both a sweet smile, getting rid of it as I turn around. I stalk in the grass, towards the other two. "Heya, my best buddies!" I flop down between a pissed off Damien and an annoyed Kenny. "Just casually arguing about your humans, huh?"
"I was saying how unlucky he is to have a human that doesn't love him." I burst out laughing at Damien's words.
"Do you think what he says is true, Kenny?" Kenny gives a small, dejected nod. I laugh again. Have neither of them noticed? "PFT, HAHAHA! Kenny, oh my God! You can actually be thick now and then! Look at you and Butters' damn red chain! Look at it!" I gesture towards it, still giggling. Kenny immediately looks at the chain on his wrist, which is glowing a bright red.
"I-It can't be…" Kenny looks like he can't believe it.
"Believe it! You and him now mutually love each other! HA, AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE!" Kenny looks beyond friggin' shocked, and that's makes it so great. I turn to Damien.
"And you! Do you like your human now?"
"…I'd prefer him over most things."
"And why's that?" Damien looks like it's a question that he shouldn't have to answer. He frowns and points at Phil convincingly, almost puzzled.
"Have… you not seen him? Look at him! He's perfect!" Kenny and I both squint our eyes at him.
"He's not anything special." I tell him, smirking. "It's cause he's your human, or more, half-human that you think like that." Damien glares at me, probably for catching him out.
"I don't want to take any lip from a stupid girl that doesn't even know what it feels like to have a human." My smirk deteriorates; I give him the finger.
~Butters' P.O.V~
Pip and I watch Ruby finally leave. I can now ask Pip the question I've been wanting to ask all morning. "So why aren't you speaking to your fairy?" Pip flushes, looking at the ground in shame. I watch him, intrigued.
"I'm too embarrassed,"
"Why on Earth would you have any reason to be embarrassed?"
"I scolded him for not ever being kind to me. But I think I was in the wrong. I mean, he was previously Satan's son, for God's sake. What was I expecting?"
"I see where you're coming from, but I don't think you're the wrong one, honestly." Pip frowns at me, and I explain. "Even though I have my reasons for not being completely welcoming to Kenny, I know it's no excuse to be ugly to him. It's the same with Damien. His past is no excuse."
"Tell that to him, if you dare." I laugh, patting the grass.
"I just wonder if… I wonder if he feels how I feel when nasty to you. Whenever I say something rude or unkind to Kenny, I feel guilty afterwards. I wonder if it's the same for him."
"Ok, we're all finally back! Ya'll dressed correctly?" Ruby asks, surveying each of us. Pip and I nod, but neither Kenny nor Damien bother. Ruby purposely made us appear right outside Tweek's home. The front door swings open and nearly hits me, but Kenny's arm shoots out and pulls me back.
"Oh dear, I'm sorry… Leopold?" Tweek's father looks unsure.
"Yes, that's my name. And it's quite alright." I give the man a respectful nod.
"If you're all," He stops for a moment and gawps at how many of us there are. "Looking for my son, he's in there with that Robert boy."
"Thank you, sir." Kenny says.
"Oh! And Phillip?"
"Yes?"
"Congratulations." Tweek's father proceeds in walking away, most likely off to work. He might have only come home for his lunch break. Pip looks confused.
"Ruby! You're alright! Craig told me everything!" Tweek suddenly comes running out and hugs her. She blinks, having gone red from the sudden attention. Craig also comes out, at a leisurely pace. I slyly step towards him.
"So did end up telling him about how you almost…?" I whisper, trailing off about how he nearly sacrificed both of their lives.
"I didn't want to, but he asked." Craig shrugs. "He wasn't even upset. He said it would've been the right thing to do."
"Well, you're all alive, so it no longer matters." Craig nods in agreement. "And, I think… you've managed to patch up your relationship with Ruby."
"You think so?" Craig looks at his sister doubtfully.
"Definitely." Ruby catches Craig staring at her. Neither of them look away like they used to. "You are happy she's alright?"
"I'm over the moon." He says casually. I can tell he's very happy. Tweek whispers something in his ear, and he nods. "Ruby, we need to talk." She nods without any hesitation, and takes his hand. They walk off, God knows where. Craig gives Kenny a look just before they disappear. Most likely warning him to watch Tweek, or else.
Craig and Ruby are already there, waiting outside, by the time we arrive at Pip and I's house. Kenny gestures between the two of them silently, and they both nod. I notice that Ruby now has her wings back, and looks much fresher. She catches me staring.
"An 'Authority' fairy came and took the bracelet off. He told us that me, Craig, Phil, and Damien are free. No trouble anymore."
"Oh, thank goodness. I thought, since everyone has found out that I'm a half-fairy, that-
"PHILLIP! IS THAT YOU?!" Pip's aunt comes running out, unable to see everyone but Tweek, Pip, and I. "And Leopold! Oh, thank God, you're both alive!" She grabs the two of us. "Where have you been? Running around with fairies, I dare say?!" I nod, unable to lie. Pip stares at me. "What are you two thinking? And you, Tweek? Are you also a part of this?" Tweek hesitantly gives her a tiny nod, shifting his eyes away from us.
"Mother, I told you. We were given fairies! It isn't our fault if we're fortunate enough to have one," Pip pleads with her. She still looks skeptical.
"Then why didn't I have one?"
"I don't know, but-
"I know." They both look at me. "It only happens every two centuries, mother. You were nowhere near born the last time it occurred."
"But then why didn't I receive one when you two, erm, three did?" My 'mother' eyes Tweek, who shuffles uncomfortably under her sharp gaze.
"Because you're one of those people that doesn't have one during their human life. You will recieve a human when you're dead, mother." Before she can ask, I add quickly: "All humans become fairies after they die. And either heaven or hell after that." She paces around, sighing.
"Since you've never once lied to us, Leopold, I will put my trust in you."
"Thank you, ma'am."
"Now come in, you naughty things. Oh, and you as well, Tweek. You must be starving, and it's gone dinner time." She means lunch; stupid English, calling lunch dinner, and dinner tea. Ridiculous. I remember all the fairies, and stop in the doorway. My 'mother' turns around, trying to usher me in. "Well, come on!"
"Where is father?"
"He's at work, love."
"Then, would you mind if we had some guests?" Tweek and Pip watch me intently, unsure of how she will react.
"Of course. Where are they? When are they coming?" I turn around, giving a shaky smile. All of the fairies exchange looks, before making themselves visible; in human form. My 'mother' shrieks when she sees them. "Are they…?"
"Yes, but they're very kind. In human form, to not alarm you." I introduce Craig as he walks in. "This is Craig Tucker, Tweek's fairy. He died in the sixteenth century. Aged thirteen. He's an 'Emotion' fairy."
"Hello." He greets her in a dull voice, nodding respectfully.
"And this is his younger sister, Ruby Tucker. She was seven. She's a very special 'Time-travel' fairy."
"Hi!" She says happily, patting my astonished mother's arm.
"This is Damien Thorn. He's Phillip's fairy, and was fifteen years old. In Roman times. He's, erm, a… 'Death' fairy." Damien gives her a curt nod, walking past. I have a feeling they know each other already. "And this person…" I think for a moment, gesturing towards Kenny. "Is my fairy. He was fourteen, and passed away in the sixteenth century as well. He's a 'Healing' fairy. His name is Kenneth McCormick, but we refer to him as 'Kenny'." Unlike the other three, Kenny is one hundred per cent polite to her.
"Hello, ma'am. It's a pleasure to meet you." He shakes her hand respectfully. Plus, he gives her one of those irresistable smiles.
"Yes, hello…" She looks surprised at Kenny being so charming towards her. "Well... I'll go and make the food. Please, make yourselves at home." She disappears into the kitchen. Pip leads the others away, but Kenny and I remain in the entrance.
"Oh, let me." Kenny notices that the door is still open, and gently shuts it. I have to ask him now, to know what Pip feels right now with Damien.
"Kenny?"
"Yes?"
"What does it feel like… whenever I tell you I don't feel for you as you feel for me?" Kenny blinks and looks away, almost shaken. He laughs at himself.
"It feels as if… I might as well be dead." The words make me feel worthless, as if Kenny shouldn't have to put up with it.
I attempt to make up for it. "I'm terribly sorry," Kenny gives me a knowing look, and takes my hand. I temporarily forget that he can now hear everything I think.
If only I could tell you how I truly feel now…
Yes, if only.
I stop dead in my tracks, snatching my hand away. Please, dear God, tell me he didn't hear that.
~Special #7: Cartman's P.O.V~
Just after dusk, as I'm sipping a hot cup of tea, Kyle decides to slam the door to my dining room open, very loudly. "FUCKING HELL!" I almost spill the entire thing on myself, but I instead drop the cup and let the tea spill onto the new white tablecloth. Wonderful. "What's the damn hurry?"
"You two aren't going to believe this!" Kyle says, having just come back from an execution. I think it was that 'Ruby' girl. Stan, who was swinging on his chair leisurely, sits up properly.
"What is it?" He asks curiously.
"Phillip is half-human, half-fairy!" Stan closes his eyes and goes back to relaxing in the chair. I continue to read the paper, not surprised.
"Cartman, did you hear me?"
"Mmhm…" I frown at some flower girl in London being raped. Kyle loses his temper and snatches the paper away, tearing it in half. I look him up and down. "Jew, was that honestly necessary?"
"Will you listen to me? Neither of you are!"
"We're listening loud and clear, but frankly; we don't give a shit about what you're saying." I tell him, frowning at the torn pieces of paper. What a waste of a tree.
"Why not? Phillip is such a rare species!"
"Almost every human in the entire village knows what he is." I inform him, shaking my head. "You fairies are just clueless fucks."
"WHY YOU-
"Stan."
"Mm?" He doesn't open his eyes.
"Where the hell is my supper?"
"How would I know?" He demands.
"You're second in charge here!"
"Oh, yes, I remember now. You sacked the cook this morning, you buffoon. She didn't even do anything wrong." Stan shakes his head at my actions.
"My boiled egg was raw!"
"Only a little bit."
"It was raw either way!" I snap, furious.
"Yes, well, now there's no one to cook for you, stupid."
"Why don't you do it?!"
"Cartman, you and I both know that I cannot even make toast, let alone a square meal." Stan declares, a hint of aggravation in his voice. I look at Kyle inquiringly.
"Don't look at me! I'm busy!" He glowers, walking back out the door. I get up and follow him angrily.
"What the hell are you busy with?"
"Work." Kyle answers briefly. I'm not going to accept that as an answer.
"What kind of work?"
"You aren't a detective. Leave me alone to concentrate." Kyle says as we reach the top of the stairs.
"Tell me now!"
"No! You don't question Stan about his work!"
"That's because I've known Stan since I was small." I tell him in defense.
"You've known me since you were small as well."
"No I haven't. Stop going on about that crap! Neither Stan nor I remember anything you claim to have happened!"
"Well then you two are completely thick. Now piss off." He slams to door to his office in my face.
"I HATE YOU, JEW!" I scream, beginning to walk back down the staircase.
"I HATE YOU MORE! YOU'RE A SELFISH PIG AND I WISH I WASN'T YOUR FAIRY!" I hear him shout instantly. I stomp back to the dining room, my feelings somewhat hurt. Stan is now sitting up, looking me in a disappointed way.
"What, you think he's right?! You wish you weren't around? You like him better than me?" My friend doesn't answer. "Fine, you can both fuck off and marry for all I care. I'll make food myself since no one else will do it!" I yell at him, stomping off, unable to contain my jealously.
It takes me a few hours, but I eventually manage to make a cake. Only I leave it a bit too long. "HOLY SHIT!" I stumble out of the back door, outside the smoky kitchen, coughing severely. I drop to my knees on the grass of one of my lawns, trying to catch my breath.
"Here he is! Right out here!" I look up and see some hooded girl pointing me out to another hooded girl. I narrow my eyes when I see that they both have Pip's fairy's face. Are they related to him? There another young girl with them, that has red eyes. She's a fairy. In fact, all of them have those strange red eyes.
"Who the in the hell are you? Get off my lawn!"
"So this is the child that saved Damien's human's life?" One of them asks. Huh? Are they talking about that time when I flung that tea all over Pip?
"Yes, this is him." The first one says playfully, glaring holes into me. I scowl at her. "He prevented our father's wishes of Damien coming back to hell; let's give him a little punishment, shall we?" The second one nods, running straight up to me and thumping me on the chest. It knocks the wind out of my system, and sends me coughing again. "Don't ever interfere with us again, you hear? That Phillip and Damien are both destined to die." With that, they all leave as quickly as they came.
"Cartman!" Stan says, running outside and kneeling next to me. "Are you alright? I've been looking everywhere for you. Kyle's been no help."
"As expected of… that… Jew." I snicker, still gasping for air. Stan decides to ignore my comment about Kyle.
"Don't worry about cooking, Cartman. I'll go to the village and find us something."
"No, Stan," I grab his sleeve as he tries to leave. "I'm not hungry, don't bother. Don't leave."
"Fine, fine. Look, are you alright? Did something happen? You're coughing madly." I consider telling him, but decide he can't do anything to help.
"No, I just choked on all the smoke in the kitchen. I'm in perfect health."
"…If you say so. Come back inside, for God's sake. We're going to get ill; you aren't outside often these days so neither am I."
"Fine, fine. You worry too much."
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