Camp Sucksmore

Welcome everyone to the sequel to Camp Sucks-A-Lot! I'm writing this now, but I probably won't post it until You Ruined Everything is finished. Let's see how many chapters I can get done before then!

For context, this is set six years after the first story. The weird guy, Slackjaw burned down the camp at the end of the first one. So what happens next? Can I make even more innuendos in this story? Let's find out!

Chapter 1 – An Actual Summer Camp

Stan stared intensely up at the clock, waiting for it to strike three. Only five more minutes and they would all finally be free for the summer. Why did this teacher insist on keeping them the whole time? Just let them out!

"And if you learned nothing else this year," the teacher said, "Remember to always—" RIIIIIINGG! The last bell sounded, cutting him off.

"Whelp! That's the end of the school year!" he exclaimed, "I no longer have to care about any of you! See you later!" He quickly packed up all of his stuff and was out the door before any of the students were.

The students started packing their things, eager to start their summer. Stan went over to his friends, where Cartman was dumping everything into the trash while Kyle and Kenny watched.

"So long, school!" Cartman cheered, "I ain't commin' back to ya for a whole three months!"

"I don't know, Cartman, judging by that sentence you could use more school," Kyle teased.

"Fuck off, Jew!" the fat teen snarled, "I don't need your sass!"

"So what are everyone's plans for the summer?" Stan wondered.

"Absolutely nothing!" Kenny exclaimed proudly.

"Same," Stan admitted.

The four left the school, saying goodbye to all their friends along the way. They were quite merry as they made their way home.

Summer. No school. Nothing could go wrong.

…

The moment Stan and his friends stepped into his house, Stan's parents were right in his face, smiling brightly.

"Pack up your bags, Stan!" Randy exclaimed, "You too, boys! You're going to summer camp!"

The four boys stared at him in horror.

"Uh, no thanks," Cartman said, backing away slowly, "I'd rather keep my sanity this summer."

"Yeah, last time we went to camp it was a disaster," Kyle pointed out.

"Well, too bad!" Gerald scoffed, coming out from behind Randy, "All the parents have discussed it and we decided it would be good for you to get away for a while."

"That's what you said last time too," Stan muttered.

"Look," Kyle said in a reasonable voice, "We're sixteen now. Entering our rebellious stage. A lot of us are in the middle of puberty. Do you really want to send a bunch of horny teenagers to an isolated camp for a month?"

Randy stroked his chin in thought. "You know, he has a really good point," he said.

"Thank you."

"We already paid all the fees though, so there's not much we can do," he continued with a shrug.

The four boys glared at their parents. "You guys are the worst," Stan muttered.

"Look on the bright side," Kenny said, "At least that awful 'Camp Jackov' burned down, so we won't be going there!"

"Oh! We forgot to tell you!" Liane said excitedly, "Camp Jackov was rebuilt on the other side of the lake! So you're going there! Isn't that exciting?"

The four boys' glares did not disappear.

…

The bitterness and resentment on the bus was so thick the boys practically choked on it. Most of their classmates were also sentenced to be imprisoned at the camp by their parents. Butters was in the front of the bus weeping as Wendy sat beside him, patting his shoulder comfortingly. Craig was sitting near the back of the bus next to Tweek, banging his head on the seat in front of his. Three of the goths were in the very back, huddled together.

Stan and his friends climbed onto the bus and took seats near the middle. Cartman immediately slumped down, folding his arms angrily. Stan and Kyle sat down next to each other, causing Kenny to curl his upper lip in disgust and reluctantly sit down next to Cartman.

"I can't believe this is happening again," Stan muttered, "I thought we were free six years ago."

"Maybe it won't be so bad this time," Kyle said, patting him on the shoulder, "After all, we're older. We're wiser. And best of all, no Brad and his gang."

Before Cartman could angrily yell at him for saying that, the bus stopped and four unwelcome faces got on. Four faces that made everyone's lives hell all those years ago. Brad, his girlfriend Janet, Elle, and Spitzer.

"Ugh, it smells like loser in here," Brad scoffed.

Brad was an older teen, at least three years older than everyone else. Six years ago he had been buff and scary. Now he was tall, intimidating, and looked like he could crush someone's bones with just a look. The others weren't much better. Janet and Elle had huge racks that put others to shame, and Spitzer looked stupider and meaner than ever.

Stan slunk down in his seat, but it didn't do him any good. Brad spotted him immediately.

"Well, well, I wondered when this day would come," he growled, "I've been waiting to see you again. We have some unfinished business."

"No, I don't think we do," Stan muttered, keeping his gaze to the floor.

Before Brad could say anything else, Janet pushed him aside and practically threw herself at Stan, pushing her breasts right into his face.

"Hi Stan," she greeted seductively, "It's so good to see you again! My, you've gotten much more handsome these past years!"

Stan said nothing, his eyes wide with horror. He had kind of hoped Janet had forgotten her crush on him. Or she had decided he hadn't aged well or something. But life was never kind to him. Or his friends.

Before Janet could do anything, however, she was shoved over by an enraged Wendy. "STAY AWAY FROM MY MAN!" she growled in a practically demonic voice.

Janet blinked up at her in fear.

"Hey Wendy," Brad greeted, completely ignoring his own girlfriend, "As you can see, I've gotten much more handsome since you saw me last."

"No, you haven't," Wendy said simply, causing Stan to throw a hand over his mouth to prevent himself from bursting into laughter.

"SIT DOWN YOU TWATS!" the bus driver, apparently having gotten sick of Brad and his gang just standing in the aisle, finally snapped. Brad glared at her but didn't have the courage to talk back, so he and the others went to find seats.

"Thanks for pushing Janet away from me, Wendy," Stan said to his girlfriend before she also went back to her seat.

"No problem, Stan," she replied with a smile, "I will literally murder anyone who thinks they can take you away from me."

"Wendy scares me sometimes," Kyle admitted after she had gone back to sit with Butters.

"Yeah," Stan sighed, "I love her, though."

The rest of the bus ride was rather uneventful. Which meant everyone got to sit in silent dread as the camp grew nearer and nearer. Finally, they emerged from the woods to see the camp sign: Camp Jackov.

The next six weeks were going to be torture.

And so begins another summer adventure. I couldn't decide if I wanted to make camp last one month or two so I compromised and went with one and a half. I know this sequel took a long while to get off the ground, but I've been writing more frequently so hopefully it won't take long to update. Watching and playing South Park again has gotten me rather motivated. Also the next chapter will be longer than this one.