Preface
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 Updated: 2024-04-08 Words: 2,567 Chapters: 2/10 Unfortunate Outcomes
by PIRRUP
Chapter 02
Chapter Summary
Pip meets some familiar faces.
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The sun dawned upon me rapidly, causing me to awake. Mornings weren't my favorite as they used to be. The brightness hurts my eyes & causes me a headache in some cases.
I sat up in the limp bed, rubbing my eyes & pulling the bedding off me. Damien was still sleeping soundly, his face smashed into the pillow. I'm not sure how he hasn't suffocated yet, but you go, mate. I Support you.
I slipped out of bed & made my way out of the room quietly. Another school day awaited me & Damien, how dreadful. As usual, I didn't prefer to pack a lunch. Even if the lunch was filthy, almost unedible. I still ate it.
I grabbed my Gatsby cap & coat from the hat rack that neared the apartment's front door. I usually wore the same outfit so the presentation didn't bother me as much personally. I took a seat on the living room couch, waiting for Damien.
Once again, speak of the devil.
Before I knew it, Damien came out of our bedroom. He didn't wear anything much different other than under that very leather jacket of his, he decided to sport a white, slightly torn, tank top (or 'wife beater', as some Americans say.). He looked.. okay. A bit handsome I guess.
We proceeded to the front door once we were both ready to leave. The school trip was short & sweet, we didn't speak a lick of anything on our way. Just how we both equally preferred it.
Once we arrived, you could immediately tell something was off. Well, at least I could.
As I made it inside the school, continuing into the main entrance, I focused my attention on one of the hallways. I could make out a rather holier-than-thou English accent, something I would never expect in South Park. For closer inspection, my curiosity dragged me to where the accent was coming from.
As I approached the hallway, I could finally make out the individual who owned the voice. The lad had blonde hair. Not like mine, of course. It was darker in color, it was also rather curly. He was chatting with a few students, well-known ones that I've come to know & most likely spoke to in the past. His English accent was much different from my own, must be from another region I assume.
There's an English kid here. And they're treating him nicely.
What the fuck!
How come they're so accepting of him? They never treated me like this when I was still alive and well. What changed?
Once he finished his little convo with the few girls and boys surrounding him and they left, I made a choice, or rather, an attempt.
I decided to approach him. I'd say confront but it sounds rather harsh.
"You there!" I started, my English accent very noticeable. Time to assert dominance, English dominance that is!
He turned towards me, confused as to why I, of all people, approached him.
"What is your name?" Yes, such a casual question. I needed to know everything about this lad.
"Gregory?" He raised his brow. Oh, that accent of his.
"Gregory- what?"
"Yates. Gregory Yates."
What an interesting last name, I must say.
But, I do believe I remember him. He had attended a very long time ago when we were still younger. He left after a few days and that was that. I never spoke to him as he didn't interest me in the slightest.
Sure, I enjoyed befriending others but I leaned towards those who struggled with the such. Gregory was the total opposite. He was very popular & swooned over a girl whom I recall was named Wendy. He was just not someone who I could get along with.
"You're English too, are you not?" Ah, yes. Another brilliant question.
"Yes, I am. Why?" Oh, you know why.
I proceeded to stare directly at him in his eyes, a death stare if you'd like.
"How." It may have sounded edgy but I didn't care that much.
He didn't respond but continued to look at me in utter confusion.
"I'm not sure what you mean-" Is all he could say before I cut him off midway through his sentence.
"Oh, you know what I mean. How did you do it? How could you accomplish the very thing that I failed to do 6 years ago? How?" Prepare for the long rant.
"6 years ago I received consistent torment for something we both have in common. We are both English gents, yes?"
Gregory would slowly nod.
"Exactly. However, unlike me, you did NOT receive such torment for being English. You get praise. You are popular. Why are you back? Why did you leave? Why did you-"
Before I could ask any more questions, I was interrupted.
"Gregory, what is taking you so long? You said you'd be back in less than- Oh. Oh my."
The blonde-headed girl who had just interrupted my rant was none other than an old friend of mine back in Britain. She stared at me, wide-eyed.
"I wasn't aware that a small testicled boy attended here." How original.
This is Estella Havisham. She is an old lover whom I used to know back in Britain. I was assigned to be her playmate or something to that extent.
She is also around my age. It's quite convenient seeing her here.
Her appearance has differed quite a bit but also, a little. Still long, wavy, blonde hair. She also still sports a green coat, just fitting more for her current size as a teenage girl.
I rolled my eyes at her comment & decided to drop my rant for now.
"Do you know Estella?" Gregory had asked me.
"Oh yes, we used to be aquatints back in Brittain. Although, I'd.. rather not think about it much."
"I see." Wow, dry much.
Before our rekindling could proceed, the bell rang indicating a new period. We silently went our separate ways. I awaited what the rest of today could eventually bring to me.
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