xSouthPark-Fanficx

~o0O0o~ Fifth Grade "Oh yeah? I bet you assholes would just fucking DIE without me! You need me! All of you, jerks, I promise you, you need me!" Halfhearted threats, check. Kyle's temper accelerating toward a breaking point, check. Stan shaking his head in a way that said, "Jesus Christ, not again, this is humiliating," check. Kenny not even paying attention, check. Routine, all of that was routine, and Eric was quite happy to rely on a process that was tried and tested by the years. What he did not rely on was Kyle's sudden outburst of indecipherable screams, accompanied by a surge of energy that enabled him to overcome Eric's rather ine

Living in South Park, Colorado, had a few perks to accompany the multitude of setbacks. The girl particularly enjoyed the recently legalized marijuana dispensaries around the entire state, one even in their town. The girl had become a regular vicariously through Randy Marsh; she would give a fraction of what she got and he'd buy with her money as Christophe left her a weekly allowance for unexpected finances. For tonight, New Year's Eve, she bought a quarter of pineapple express and two green tootsie roll candies. Normally, pot candy was too intense for her, but she needed to forget the fact that Christophe hadn't been home for three days. A

A/N: This is a sequel to a previous fanfic, "Sick Kenny X Reader: Don't Go", and is based off the episode Red Sleigh Down.  Those of you who were saddened by Don't Go, here's the ending.  For those of you who haven't read Don't Go, read that first, I'll put links in description.  Enjoy dear readers. Cut cut cut You had in your hand a bolt of soft orange fleece, the same orange that reminded you of an old friend, a first love.  Gliding the scissors on the fabric, you cut various shapes, rectangles, circles, and shapes you had no name for.  You had paused, looking out the window.  It was snowing.  It had always snowed in your small mountain t

(A/n: Last part to 'Why?' Please enjoy) Chapter 5: Bloodshed For ____(Pt.2- Final) "Stan, open the door!" Snapping his eyes wide open, Stan jolts away from the door, startled to have been woken up from his short, unintentional nap. Panting a little, he gapes at his bedroom door, flinching when it starts getting abused again. "Stanley?! Are you in there?! Are you okay?! Answer me!" "..Mom?" Stan mutters out in a small, raspy voice, wondering why she sounded so frantic. He gets up and nears the door, placing a shaken hand on the knob before slowly twisting it to the side and pulling it back. He is immediately embraced into cold, soft arms, he s

Today. Oh, today. Breath slowly, before I forget myself, and what I came here for. Alright, today, as I picked my way through the snowy sidewalks of my utterly cold, dismal hometown, I realized something. The snow made no distinction for such days, whether the ball game all went to shit, or it was someone's birthday, or if all hell broke loose — and quite literally, as that had almost happened one time — no, the weather participated in nobody's worldly affairs. Zero concern for human trials and tribulations. But today, I would make sure, that no slippery ice would trample my unwavering steps, nor any winds keep my shell hunche