Unfortunate Outcomes
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: South Park Relationship: Philip "Pip" Pirrip/Damien Thorn Characters: Philip "Pip" Pirrip (South Park), Damien Thorn (South Park) Additional Tags: im not tagging any other characters for my sanity but there are cameos of other characters, dip is the main focus (no shit), i had fun writing this lol, mixed asian damien, Projecting Language: English Stats: Published: 2024-04-07 Words: 1,565 Chapters: 1/10 Unfortunate Outcomes
by PIRRUP (pirrips)
Summary
Pip is resurrected and brought back to earth; how will he handle it?
A DIP fanfic is expected to have 10 chapters, 1K words per chapter.
Notes
This fanfic will only be available on the following platforms: AO3 and Fanfic dot net.
Regular updates daily, please try not to rush me.
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Each chapter = 1K+ words
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Unfortunate Outcomes
My name is Philip, although others refer to me as 'Pip.' When writing this, I have not been too shy since the age of 16. I've come to realize that nothing has changed since the age of 10. I'm still the same kind-natured English boy who frequented Sunday church, all that jazz.
The way my schoolmates have treated me hasn't changed either, even if I had died at least once. No sympathy, no nothing. But I do not care in the slightest. It's rather funny, but I suppose that's how things fall into place.
You might be asking yourself, If I had died at the age of 10, why am I alive right now at the age of 15? Well, that story is quite simple. You see, throughout my youthful days, I had befriended someone at our school who was like me, in a sense, an outcast. I chose to sit with the son of satan himself on his first day because I believed he, too, deserved a friend when others couldn't accept him, just like others not accepting me either. We had something in common.
I do not blame him for blowing me up. He had his reasons, that of being accepted by the four boys. If I weren't so naive, I probably would've done the same, if I'm going to be honest! But I'm certainly not that desperate.
Damien has changed more than I have. He doesn't have such a pitchy voice anymore, and, unfortunately, to say the least, he hasn't really grown much in itches. He rarely sports a black sweater anymore, but rather, a leather jacket over a white tee, black jeans, and some high-top Converse. If I recall correctly, his leather jacket has a few patches of bands that he likes.
When I had died, I made it to heaven at first. I believe because the gates were so overpopulated, I was unfortunately tossed away into the fiery depths of hell. I rekindled with Damien after my arrival.
It's been a good 5 to 6 years since my arrival, and it was only just recently that I was resurrected. Well, slightly. Damien & I made a deal that could reward me in resurrection. I agreed, & I met the guidelines of this so-called deal. There was only one singular condition of this deal that I didn't necessarily expect, & it was the fact that I would still be considered partially a demon, a partial citizen of hell.
So here I am, living within the depths of Earth now. Nothing has changed much. When I arrived back on Earth and began attending school again, my classmates were somewhat confused, to say the least, which wasn't so surprising. But my presence didn't change the atmosphere.
When I arrived, Damien rented an apartment for us to crash at while on Earth so we didn't have to keep going back & forth through the portal of Hell. The apartment could have been better, but it'll do. It was instead an old apartment with two rooms, a living room w a small kitchen, & a bedroom. The bedroom only had one bed that remained crept in a corner, it was small, but we both had to suck it up.
My first day back was quite refreshing. Most of the day consisted of attending all of my classes in a timely manner, participating in whatever the teacher assigned, and, most importantly, keeping to myself. I preferred my alone time over socializing. Once I made it to lunch, I sat with Damien once I spotted him. We only talked a little throughout the lunch session, which we preferred. The silence of enjoying each other's presence was certainly enough.
We didn't share too many classes together, but when we did, we'd normally sit next to each other, engrossed in our own worlds yet companionably coexisting in that shared space. But that was mainly it. Unlike others, I wasn't much to cause disturbance throughout class.
Even though we all may be in our teens now, old habits never do change, even with.. maturity.
Just as I endured at the age of 10, I also endured bullying from my peers. It was always the 4 boys, Cartman, Stan, Kyle, & Kenny. For some reason, even though they, too, were 15, they couldn't understand the difference between English people and French people.
When the last period approached, thats when they chose to strike. I was digging through my locker when I was approached by the fatass himself, Cartman.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the French little pansy."
Cartman began that sentence high and mighty, as if he had any dominance to serve in the first place.
I sighed before turning towards him, shutting my locker in the process. I'd stare at him dead in the eyes, the silence rather deafening.
"Eric," I can't believe I'm giving him the attention he craves. "What the hell do you want?"
"Well, I thought I'd, y'know, stop by. Can't be letting some shitty European roam the school now, can we?"
Holy shit, he's stupid.
"And?"
"What do you mean 'And'? You shouldn't even be here. You're dead!"
Holy shit, he's REALLY stupid!
I let out a loud sigh & proceeded to walk off, not in the mood to deal with.. whatever that was.
"YEAH! RUN ON YOU WANT! YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!" was all I heard as I walked off. I simply didn't pay much attention to his banter, as it was all childish.
As the school day ended, the closer I'd finally be able to leave the school. I made my way out the double doors, proceeding to wait by its entrance. Damien usually exits the school after everyone is out the door, or so I was told by him.
However, this time, this wasn't the case. He wasn't there after the last group of kids exited the school building. I waited a few moments expecting him to be just a wee bit late. But nothing came up. That was until,
"BOO!"
Speak of the devil.
"Agh!" I jumped out of instinct, turning around instantly.
There he was, in all of his glory, the devil himself—or, well, the son of the devil. Close enough, I'd say.
"Damien, you scared the hell out of me! What was that for?" I raised a brow, eyeing him.
"Oh, y'know, I just wanted to tease you just a bit, that's all." He said, crossing his arms with a sly grin. "How was your quote on quote first day at school? Hm?"
There he goes, with the questions. Curiosity surely does kill the cat.
"Could've been better to be fair." I shrugged it off.
"Better than nothing. Now, c'mon, our apartment is awaiting us." He grabbed my hand and guided me to the sidewalk. I've come to realize that Damien was always so touchy. I prefer it over a distant personality I suppose.
After a few minutes, we'd arrive at the scummy apartment. We'd proceed up the metal staircase, finding our apartment room. It smelled of old cigarettes, nothing unusual for an apartment complex such as.. this.
"Well, look at this, Haha! Our own home." Damien cheered, nudging my arm with his own. The same sly grin he'd always share with me. I smiled gently at him as I looked at him in his maroon eyes before looking at the slightly busted door. "Yeah."
Damien walked towards the door, unlocking it with a bronze key from his pocket. It took a jab or so to get the door unlocked and opened, but it eventually did so.
We'd walk inside, getting a better view of the apartment than before. We'd taken a bit to get used to their surroundings before settling on the living room's couch. The couch was.. okay. It was just okay. It'll have to do & I'm genuinely not complaining. It's okay.
We spent the rest of the evening chatting about our interests, whether regarding music, movies, or hobbies. We enjoyed each other's presence.
Damien has become such a gentleman, differing from how he acted when we were younger. I got to live with him when we were still in hell together, watching his development flourish. I'm proud of him, and our everlasting bond for the last 6 years has proven a lot.
Once nighttime approached us, Damien summoned food out of thin air for us to munch on. He didn't get much for himself as he doesn't need to eat, he chooses to eat whenever he pleases. He is quite fond of meat as a whole.
Tonight he chose steak. Raw. Steak. Just a big, raw steak. Yeah.
He summoned a packaged box of different food selections, a plastic utensil, and a small carton of milk on the side. It was okay.
Once we finished eating, we decided it was best to head to bed. We had to share the bed as there was only one, and neither of us really minded.
We both slid into bed, hoping to drift off into our dreams easily. We turned towards each other in silence, looking at each other in our eyes with gentle nature.
I'm not sure how I ended up here or why Damien accepted me, considering he despises lame wimps, which could truly define me. Alas, he accepted me. He took care of me. He stuck by my side every single moment of every day. I'm truly thankful.
Goodnight, Damien.
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