Chapter Text
In a quiet little mountain town that god has abandoned(or maybe pays too much attention to) there a kid no one knows the name of. Mostly because this kid doesn’t say a single god damn thing and their parents are even less helpful in this regard. To fill that void the new kid goes by many names but few know their true nature, not even themselves….
——
No one ever warns them when you move to a new town how everything changes. No one warns you when you’ve hit crazy town. It would have been courteous to not be pulled out into a fucking blizzard.
It’s dark, the clouds foreboding and grey threatening winter to show its teeth with the escape of a few white flurries. They fall and settle on their hood and shoulders, glove hands buried deep in pockets as their fingers sting from the cold. The winter breeze snapped at the hems of the their heavy coat, trying to reach into their body to reap their soul next.
The first bad winter in South Park is a foe they have yet to contend with compared to the natural born mountain kids. They’ve nearly been devoured by the snow multiple times in the past hour of stepping outside. Surely this can’t be normal for this town?
The hunt for Manbearpig keeps climbing on their own personal quest board. A kings duty always calls, his people always in need.
They Look up at the bus stops they can’t help but sigh. Exhausted from today along with three other kids… fellow new kids. Sitting in the bus shelter, huddled against the cold and wind.
It still feels strange to call them new kids when that’s all they’ve been called since moving in this strange town despite it being awhile now.
Each kid are as silent and different from each other as themselves and yet they all have the same thing in common. They all are the new kids in South Park, nameless.
They came before the deadly snow storm struck this cursed town, stranding their parents in a local motal on the outskirts of South Park. So just like them they were scooped up into Cartmans bullshit games. Used and then forgotten.
The boys of South Park didn’t ask their names just like them. To tell them apart Cartman assigned them numbers. They were New kid One; the original, the elder newbie. The kid leaned against the shelters walls is New kid Two. The one toying with the strings of their hoodie is New kid Three. The one glancing between down the road and the sky is New kid Four. Each of them dressed in their own fantasy themed costumes layered with heavier cloaks and jackets and some with funny hats. Some carried the great axes, one wielded sword and board while they themselves took up the twin daggers; mostly because that was the first weapon that was handed to them.
With the felling of Scheisse Hulud they found themselves here after the break in the winter curse. Another game haven reach its conclusion and now here they are, sitting around waiting for the bus to whisk away the other New kids back home. Not them. They live here after all.
Turns out there is one other difference that makes them unique amongst their new acquaintances.
“You know they’re using you, right?”
They look to Two who has fixed their gaze on them, a similar cold expression fixed on their features, another thing they share with these kids.
“I know you’re aware. You’re not stupid. Youve heard what they’ve said about you, seen how fast they’ve turn on you. yet you keep coming back. Why?” Asks Three.
They can only stare in response. Even if they did have a voice they could freely use, they wouldn’t even have the words to articulate that question.
Why do they continue to go along with the boys bullshit?
Why did they do half the shit asked of them? Why do they take it so far?
They don’t know when they’ve been honest about this subject. The list ever growing.
They joined the KKK because they were brought there only to turn around and join the elves because Kyle asked.
They completely wrecked Jimmys house in their attempt to stop a pretend rape.
They became an abortion doctor because the girls asked them to get those files.
They almost attempted to assassinate a Canadian bishop for the sake of recruiting the same girls.
They don’t even know why they came back to Cartman after he killed the fantasy game.They don’t know why they helped the police arrest the Tolkiens and Nicole’s parents just as much as they don’t know why they betrayed the Freedom pals even when the rival faction wanted to help them. They didn’t even know why they savagely beat up Professor Timothy as much as they did once they kicked the mind control out of coon and friends. Hell. Recently. Why the fuck did they light themselves on fire during the test of strength?
They don’t know why they do the things they do anymore. They just never dwelled on these things for long. There was a task to be done and they did it as quick as possible. It made life simpler not to question it. It was easier to just go along.
“That doesn’t make it right.” Says Three.
Their eyes slide towards Four, expression flat but heart palpitating in their chest. Somehow Four immediately notices and reaches into the neck line of their coat and pulls out a pendent attached to a necklace. The Skyrim dragon. Their necklace.
“You are Dohvakiin, right?” They ask me.
“Are you really meant to be sufficating under everyone else’s shadow?”
They blink, face unyielding as the confusion mounts. The bus then pulls up at the stop and the rest of the new kids stand from their seat and begin to shuffle up the steps into the grey hound bus. Two paused on the first step and looks down at them, reaching a hand out.
“You should come with us. It’s only a matter of time before they come for you. People like us are not meant for here.”
They stare at that hand and feel the temptation to take it. To just decide on their own terms and not their parents. If all this is just going to vanish the moment their parents get nervous then why not fuck everyone and go before they have to feel that sting of leaving another home. Jump that boarder to Canada where big government can’t catch them? They reach forward but before their finger tips can even brush against the other kids hand they pull away and step back, looking up to them. Two pulls back their hand and nods back in acknowledgement.
“If thats what you want. Just keep what I said in mind. Sooner or later your gonna have to make that choice to run or fight..”
Suddenly Two perks up, looking behind them.
“One last thing. You should proably catc-.”
Their hand raised up, in a blink of an eye the hard rubber of a dodge ball is clutched around their hand. The illusion of that snowy bus stop is shattered as the rubber skids in their palm. The hoard of kids sitting on the side lines scream with joy and anguish as their voices reverberate around the gymnasium.
“Shit fuck!” The thrower howls with rage and thrown hands in the air as the coach blows a shrill trill from his whistle.
“You’re out Donovan! Side lines!”
Clyde retreats to the sidelines along with the rest of New Kids victims as he cusses them out, complaining about fairness. New kid fails to see what’s fair when it’s them against four. Craig chimes in, making the difference even more apparent which earns him a glare from Clyde before he has to sit on the white line with the rest of the class. Not that the New kid would complain if they voiced it. They don’t speak at all.
The New kid comes back fully to themselves as they remember where they are. At school, playing dodgeball. The bus memory is alittle disconcerting. The other kids didn’t say anything the last time they recalled. Or did they? They gotta work on not falling into maladaptive day dreaming in the middle of combat.
Whatever. That’s the past to worry about and the future to mind.
They rotated their neck as it pops in its rotation. The New kid begins to size up their opponents. Stan, Wendy, Craig and Bebe. They already took out Tweek awhile ago to avoid Craig growing stronger in his presence but it doesn’t look like it worked. He looks more pissed than before.
“HA! Fuck you Cylde! You see that Kyle! Green team gonna eat shit!” Cartman cheers on from the side lines haven been the first to be knocked out of the game due to obvious reasons.
“Screw you Eric!” Clyde sniffs fighting back tears.
“God damn it Cartman! It’s only because you got the New kid on your team!” Kyle shouts at Eric from across the gym.
New kid tunes out the start of there song and dance to focus on the opponent in front of them.
A new volley of balls blaze towards them. They lean to the left dodging one, side jump to avoid the second aimed for their feet. They stagger on their toes as they are forced to duck to avoid the ball aimed for their shoulder. They watch Wendy aim for the wall and proceed to throw themselves on the fall as the ball richoettes from the wall behind them towards their back. They roll across the floor and bounce back to their feet as they catch a ball that went wild that was gunning for their head. They twist their hips and launch forward, their target Wendy. As expected Wendy is prepared for them but it doesn’t stop Stan from rushing in front of her to try and save her from the ball. It thwacks against his shoulder as he frantically tries to catch it only for it to fall from his fingers and onto the floor. The coach whistle screeches in their ears as Stan swears, throwing his hands and stomps his way towards the line. Now it’s just Wendy, Bebe and Craig. Wendy scowls at them and raised her head high.
“That was pretty dirty New Kid. Going after my BF like that.”
It wasn’t in the games rules to be honorable this time. New kid reaffirms their stance and squares their shoulders, ready for the next move. Now it’s down to three with two of the most dangerous individuals still on the field and a wild card amongst them. Bebe is apart of the volleyball team so they’ll have to stay alert.
“Suck on this asshole.” Craig says and flings the ball so fast it almost seems to freeze mid air as it comes closer and closer to their head. An illegal shot but one meant to stun them. They swerve forward and duck, forced to once again to scramble even lower as Wendy throws a spinning throw under the first ball. Their heart is palpitating with exertion as they leap towards a stray ball near them only for Bebe to knock the ball away from their grasp and push their position further against the gyms boundary lines.
“Fuck them up New kid!” Screams Butters. They cant help the invisible smile pull at their cheek but This is going no where. If the want to win they need to face Craig and catch his throw. A risky play but boldness often leads to victory and they never lose.
New kid forces their full attention onto Craig, being mindful of the other two as they maneuver across the gym, waiting for Craig. They watch as he recoils. Watch the strain of muscles in his arm and the red rubber fly forward. Perception slows down, their breathing insync with their racing heart. Their hands move before their thoughts. The force of the blow against their palm nearly makes them drop it but their fingers claw inwards and the ball is stopped cold. The coach whistles as Craig is eliminated from the game. He flips them the bird as Tweek is tweeking in the stands, only settling down when Craig threads his fingers with his and sits besides him. The New kid feels alive. Victory is so close. They’ve turned the tables on the enemy side. Just a alittle more and-.
There thoughts are interrupted as Coach Miles whistle screeches again.
“Time! Red and Green team draw! Good job Newbie for keeping everyone on their toes!”
They throw a thumbs up to the teacher but Cartman has begun to throw a fit as he stands on his stubby legs and aggressively invades the teachers personal space.
“What the fuck! We were kicking greens ass! That’s not fair!” Cartman howls, the coach is unamused while Kyle is trying to suppress a smirk.
“The rules are the rules and you’re out of time! Watch your language before I write you up Eric! Now go change out of your gym clothes before the bell!”
Cartman sputters and continues his diatribe while the rest of the boys shepard him into the boys locker room while Kyle continue on antagonize him. Wendy glances their way with a raised brow before following Bebe into the girls locker room. New kid waits till the teacher no longer is watching them before following the rest of the boys into the locker room. They stay close to the walls and avoid the foursome and the others in their orbit till they reach their destination. They quickly open the unlocked locker, take their duffle bag out of it and leave silently into the schools empty hallways. They vanish into the cis bathroom and proceed to wet towel the sweat off and change back into their grey nondescript clothes.
They weren’t happy that the coach called the game before they could finish it but that’s probably what Wendy and Bebe were planning the moment they realized they were put on the opposing teams. Draw out time. Clever. Despite what the teacher says they still count that as a win.
Their hand lingers on the last item they haven’t equipped. The Skyrim dragon dangles from their fingers on a simple black cord
Their gaze lingers on the simple metal pendent before looping it around their neck and tucking it away under their shirt.
The moment they exit the bathroom their phone is in their hand and they are already on a Twitter( refuses to call it X) account, posting a selfie in front of the schools banner.
The moment it’s posted do they feel the anxiety bleed from their soul as they migrate towards their locker, shoving their bag inside. Their feet the rush to history class while ring of the school bell summons the mob of students.
It’s should be fine. No one knows about this account yet, so no one is really paying attention to it. It won’t blow up like dearly departed Facebook account because this is twitter, right? Mom and dad’s powers are Facebook and instagram related, it’s not like their power extends to other social media services…..right?
——
Somewhere in Silicon Valley in an undisclosed location a notification goes off on an individuals smartphone. A shadowy figure picks it up just in time for a second and a third ping follow. The individual smirks, standup to access a massive motherboard that hums with heat and electricity in this dark Ai center.
“You know what to do Gork.”
The machine say noting but the Ai chat box begins to work causing more water to be poured onto the burning CPU as the lights flicker on and off revealing a hoard of teenage interns with DOGE t-shirts. They hiss under the contact of the light
“Brah! Too bright!” One complains but is left unheeded by their master as he looks greedily upon his phone.
“Soon I will have you back child and when I do the world we see how kweel I really am. Keep on posting. Show me where you are our Lisan Al’ Gaib! Show me your-“
His monologue is cut short as suddenly the chat between Ai and child freezes in place. And then it’s gone, the child’s account vanishing in the wind like it never existed at all.
“Where is it!? What the hell happened!?”
“I don’t know Brah! It just vanished!”
“Then find there phones location!”
“It’s gone Brah and stop yelling at me you’re not my mom!”
“the taxpayers don’t pay you in Doritos and Red Bull to do nothing! Find me that child or your fired!”
“You can’t fire me because I quit!” One of the teens screams barging out of the room.
The man sulks and fumes as they watch their now blank screen.
——-
A hour ago
The new kid blocks Grok and then sets their account to private. They then turn the WiFi off their device and pocket it into the faraday pouch in their hoodie pocket. It will have to do for now till they and their parents purge it once they get home…. Maybe they should recruit Wendy instead. She knows how to keep a secret. The last they need is to spook their parents and up their dosage of the mystery powder.
“Lu,Lu, lu. Building a castle. Lu, Lu, Lu. My king, could you hand me the trowl? The northren wall needs more sand.. i mean more stone to shore up its defences.”
The New Kid looks to Butters who is building an impressive sand castle in their honor. They shuffle along the sand box, handing over the trowl as they build up the castle towers, poking in holes for windows.
Meanwhile The foursome are playing on the jungle gym, watching a video of a group of teens adding more and more rubber bands to a full milk jug till it pops
“Ok, ok, this one’s even better.” Says Cartman and he shows the group his phone of a viral prank gone wrong which causes Kenny to fall off the set due to how hard hes laughing. He remains face down on the wood chips, whether dead or alive it’s unclear as his friends continue to watch shorts.
“I know pretty sweet right.” Cartman chuckles, gasping between breaths.
“Oh god I’m thirsty now. Hey! hey New kid!” He screams from across the playground towards the sandbox where the New kid is playing in the with Butters.
He raises his head from his finely crafted sandcastle, tilting it to the side.
“Ya you! I’m talking to you Douchbag! Come here for a minute!”
“Really Cartman?” Asks Kyle
“Seriously man just leave the kid alone.” says Stan rollin his eyes.
“What? It’s an emergency. All this pollen is bad for my allergy. Get your ass over here New kid! I have a new mission for you!” Cartman screams out across the playground.
The New kid looks down to his castle before standing up, brushing off his pants, takes a selfie with it and Butters, then proceeds to stand before the fat child.
“About time. Now, this is important, my legie. It’s a task only you can do.” Says Cartman then points towards the school.
“Now, near the gym there’s a vending machine. I need you to get me a Cred. The red one. Don’t even think about bringing me the fucking blue one.”
The New kid then points towards the Recess Supervisor.
“Eh don’t worry about her. This is why I trust only you with this task alone because you are the chosen one. Now go forth!”
“Seriously Cartman! Just get your own Cred fatass! You’re gonna get the New kid in trouble.” Hisses Kyle.
“No one asked you Jew boy! New kids a big boy now and doesn’t need a second mom telling him what to do!”
“Kyle’s right New kid, you don’t have to do shit for Cartman. He’s just fucking with you. It’s not worth it.” Says Stan cutting off Cartman.
“Guys! Don’t be kill joys. He likes it. Besides he’ll get a sweet reward if he does it. It’s pretty sweet New kid. It’s all yours if you do it.”
The New kid blinks, he looks between all three of the boys, his gazing lingering on Cartman before falling to the Recess supervisor. After a moment the New Kid makes a silent beeline towards the schools door.
“Jesus Christ.” Kyle sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I don’t even know why he still listens to you after you kidnapped his parents.”
“Hey that was Mich fucking Connor fault and we all went back in time so none of it even happened. I’ll have you know that Douchbag is a brave and honorable soul unlike a certain petty Jew!”
“Atleast I can fight my own battles fatass instead of hiding behind the New kid.”
“Wait. What the fuck is he doing?” Interrupts Stan.
Together they watch the kid saddle along behind the supervisors back towards the metal trash can on the opposite side of the playground. He reaches into his hoodie and pulls out a match book.
“He wouldn’t dare.” Mutters Kyle in which he’s proven wrong as the kid strikes the match and throws it into the trash can. He then saunters innocently back towards the sandbox as Butters asks him what’s he’s doing. A moment later the trash can is a blazing inferno while Cartmans is laughing his ass off.
“Oh my god I fucking love this guy.” He chuckles, Butters migrating towards the group with a confused look on his face.
“Hey fellas, what’s the New Kid up to.”
“Something stupid.” Bemoans Kyle.
“Ya Cartman convinced him to go get him a Cred.”
“Oh hamburgers. Well he’s certainly gotten pass Mrs Blake.” Comments Butters as they watch the Supervisor rush towards the growing fire with a fire extinguisher and curses aimed at anyone unlucky enough to be in her way.
The new kid then slips back into the school unnoticed while Craig pulls himself and Tweek away from the chaos that’s unfolding and towards the group.
“Safe to assume this is your fault.” Lays out Craig looking at Cartman.
“Hey this is all on Douchbag. I didn’t ask him to start the fire.”
“Dude, everyone knows his deal. Douchbag is harmless till someone is pulling his strings, right Cartman.” Tolkien scowls, shaking his head while saddling into the growing group of reluctant friends.
“So it wasn’t enough to have the New kid kick our asses in gym.” Tweek twitches, his voices raising.
“Don’t you know how bad this is, ack! He’s gonna get us all detention!”
“Breath Tweek. No one is getting detention.”
“Ya if anyone gonna getting Detention it’s that asshole.” grosses Clyde, joining the growing audience.
“You’re just pissy the New kid made you cry like a baby.” Cartman snark.
“You’d be crying to if you got shown up in front of Heidi!”
“Hey! We all agreed that Bitch-who-shall-not-be-named, not be mentioned again in my company!"
“Heya fellas w-w-what’s up?” Says Jimmy staggering up to the gang with Timmy rolling up in tow to watch.
“Just the usual, Cartmans started shit using the New Kid. again.”
The New Kid emerges from inside the building just as the Recess supervisor finishes putting out the fire. He retreats back inside, leaving the door ajar as the adult stands infront of his only exit with her back facing him. The New Kid hangs in the doorway, using it as a cover while his eyes are trained on the adult.
“He’s so gonna get caught.” Comments Craig.
“I bet you a five he won’t.” says Cartman.
“Hes good but not that good Cartman. Theres only one door in and out of the playground. Ten he gets caught.” Challenges Kyle, unable to help himself.
They watch the Recess supervisor scan the playground with her hawk like vigilance, leaving no opening for the kid to sneak by. The New kid then reaches into his grey hoodie and proceeded to extract a rock from its front pocket. He eyes a group of kids near the tetherball, eyes narrowing with his arm reeled back. The rock glides inches from the ground, skips across the wood chips till it smacks hard into a kids kneecap. Immediately the victim begins whailing at the top of his lungs, causing the Supervisor to turn his attention on to the screaming child.
“Oi! What are you crying about you little bastard?!” She screams, stomping away from the door, exposing an opening for the New kid to rush out of his cover and across the playground.
He doesn’t go to them right away. He goes to play at the rocking horse just as Mrs Blake gaze falls back on them before she pulls out her radio to contact her assistant to help take Carl(the victim) to the nurse. When her eyes shift off him does he make a scramble to their group.
“You’re such an asshole Douchbag.” Comments Stan, Kyle shaking his head.
“Told ya he’d make it. Now pay up Jew boy!”
“Wait! Does he even have it? It won’t count if he doesn’t have it” Demands Kyle while the New kid eyes dart between the two with his hands vanishing into his hoodie pocket.
“Well Douchbag. Did you get the goods?” Asks Cartman.
The New kid merely nods and extracts the Cred from his hoodie, a red one.
“Ah sweet! Told ya Kyal! Now pay up!"
“How the heck did you even get Cred? It’s been sold out for months.” Grumbles Kyle, handing over the cash while the New kid hands over the Cred.
Cartman cringes as he feels something wet touch his glove. Looking at his hand he can see a small patch of red stain his mitten along with the bloody knuckles of the mute which is swiftly hidden away by his own gloves.
“Eww. Who the hell did you fuck up to get this?” Cartman asks.
The New Kid merely stares at him, expectant and silent.
A moment latter Nathan staggers out of the school building, nose bloody and muttering to himself.
“Never mind, I don’t want to know.” Eric coughs into his fist.
“You’ve done well my king!" he exclaims with practiced thematics.
"Now I suppose you expect your super sweet reward.” He pats around his pockets.
The boys start chuckling amongst themselves as Cartman grows more and more frantic trying to find something. The new kid stands before the fat child, their face apathetic but they flex their fingers.
“Gezz Eric. That’s not very nice. New Kid worked hard to get you that Cred.” Butters comments, fanning the flames while patting the kid on his shoulder who gaze is still fixated on Cartman.
“If you die I call dibs on your stuff.” Deadpans Craig.
“For fuck sake can’t a guy have a single minute without everyone jumping down his throat. Ah! Here we go.”
Eric them holds up a brightly colored, round object. The New kids eye home in on the ball.
“Behold. The Orb of Nee Dohma. Very rare. Very powerful artifact of coolness and shit. You want it don’t ya?” He asks moving it about, the new kids eyes focus on the object.
“Knew you would. It’s one of my prized possession but you deserve it Douchbag. Go fetch!” Cartman scream, throwing the object.
The kid launches himself forward after it, jumping and catches it mid air… with his teeth...
He takes it into his hands, looks suspiciously at Cartman before squeezing the object. It gives under his fingers then bounces back into form once he releases the pressure on it. Nodding in confirmation the New kid leaves the group, heading towards Wendy, Red, Nicole and Bebe near the seesaw to show off their new toy. Bebe begins to gush over it, showing off hers.
“Darn. Looks like you live to see another day.”
“No on asked for your opinion Clyde! I can’t believe he strong armed me. He’s getting greedy.” Cartman grips.
“You’re lucky he didn’t sock you in the jaw.” Says Kyle, the sting of losing his money lessening after watch Cartman being shaken down by the most silent kid in school.
“Psshh, please. New Kid works by his own set of rules and I own the book. You just have to know how he operates. He respects authorata and I am that. I am the one who raised him to the throne of Zaron and brought him into Coon and Friends franchise. I even give him sweet shit and he doesn’t ever talk back unlike a certain someone I know.” Says Cartman looking smug.
Eyes are rolled but then again trying to understand the New kid was just as hard as parsing out Cartmans bullshit from facts.
The group once more begins to drift off to do their own games but before they can even touch a ball the shrill whistle of Mrs Blake peels across the play ground, causing all motion to freeze. The recess supervisor returns from the nurses office and glares at every child around and begin to shout over the noise.
“Alright you little shits! Someone thinks it’s funny to set the trash can on fire. Which one of you did it!” She accuses the children.
Butter adverts his gaze and kicks at the wood chips, hands folded behind his back.
“Oh gezz Mrs.Blake. I don’t know nothing.”
“I didn’t see anything!” Says Wendy.
“Well, Unless someone confesses right now which one of you little shit heads did it, we’ll all be going inside early to have study period instead!"
“Oh! Oh! Mrs Blake! Mrs Blake! It was the New kid! The new kid did it” hollars Cartman pointing at the mute kid.
“Ya it’s was the New kid! I saw them!” Clyde echoes back, jumping on this wagon of betrayal.
“Same here.” Voices Kyle.
“Ya it was totally them.” Says Stan.
They turn to the person in question to see him poking a still motionless Kenny with a stick. They soon flip over the fallen boy onto his back, their ear near his mouth and nose, their expression a mutedly perplexed. New kid then gives a solid punch to the sternum; no reaction. They lean close to Kenny’s head again before rising and reeling for a second blow before the Recess supervisor pulls them from their focus.
“You! Get over here!” Mrs Blake calls out which causes the New kid to lift his head from Kenny, jump to his feet and shuffle towards the adult, looking up expectedly with wide vacant eyes.
“Well you little bastard. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Nothing. They blinks, slowly. Their eyes going to Cartman, Stan, and Kyle before looking back at Mrs Blake.
“Mrs Blake, The New Kid doesn’t talk.” Says Wendy.
The New kid keeps his silent unblinking gaze onto the adult and begins to tilt their head and soften their eyes. The infamous puppy dog look. Its melted past hearts before with its innocent gaze. the older woman’s eyes narrow.
“If you think acting cute will get you out of trouble I am not buying it. Now empty your pockets.”
Obediently they begin to extract everything from their hoodie pocket. There cell phone in some kind of pouch, A worn down and picked apart pink erasure, the Needoh, paper clip, hair tie and a hair clip. And some chewing gum. She pockets the gum and eyes them down.
“Pants pockets to.” The new kid complies and reveals five dollars and three keys, one with a yellow fob labeled ”janitor closest”. The child also processes Mr Garrisons faculty security card. She takes both contraband.
“Alright, I can’t find anything to tie you to this crime but I know your type. It’s always the quiet ones that are little psychos in the making. Mark my words you little shit. I have my eye on you now. Are we clear?”
The New kid merely blinks in response, repocketing their belongings. The non reaction sets her off.
“Alright smart ass. I’ve had it. Looks like you’ve earned yourself a visit to the principles office!” Mrs Blake hisses, escorting the New kid off the playground.
The New kid takes one last look behind his shoulder before the door closes behind them.
The moment those doors slam shut does Wendy glares at the group of boys as they return to the jungle gym.
“Way to snitch assholes.”
“Hey! It was all of us or him. He knew the risks!” Stan whines in which Cartman huffs and rolls his eyes.
“Your Boyfriends right. The guy knew the risks. You can’t expect us to bail his ass out of every problem he creates” Says Cartman before opening his bottle of Cred.
“A problem you created Eric! You know he can’t say no!”
“She’s right Eric. That wasn’t very swell of you.” Says Butters, taking a nervous step away from the rotund boy.
“I fail to see how that’s my problem. Sounds like a him problem.” Says Cartman.
“And you owe me my money back fatass!” Demands Kyle.
“Oh my god can’t the both of you get off my dick! Between Mrs Nag and your typical Jewish tight fisted ways you both would drive a normal guy to drink like Stan. In fact I think I will now.”
Stan glares at Cartman just as he takes on giant swig of the Cred and then suddenly chokes on it, spitting it out onto the still form of Kennys. It splashes into his face who starts, shooting up from his prone position, eyes wide and breathing heavy.
“Ewww.” Comments Wendy while Butters chuckles in the corner, trying to muffle it behind his hands. Eric rages on.
“That fucking Douchebag! This is just fucking colored water!”
He throws the half filled bottle onto the floor which bounces and slashes Kenny again who scowls from the ground.
“Oh my god! Kenny’s alive!” exclaims Kyle.
“You ok there? You were out for awhile.” Ask Stan, brows furrowed who’s holding his head looking baffled and annoyed.
“Hmmmhmhm?”
“You fell off the monkey bars. The New kid flipped you over but Mrs Blake took him to see-.”
“Forget Kinny! The asshole owes me my Needoh back!”
“And you still owe me Fatass!”
“Stop bitching about your money you fucking Jew!”
The two begin this same horse and pony show while Wendy can only shake her head and turn her attention back to Stan.
“Your friends are so exhausting.”
“I know.” He admits.
Meanwhile Kenny stands back up, the large pool of blood in the snow unnoticed by everyone. Kenny’s feels something in the pocket of his parka jacket. Curious he reaches for the object and reveals it be a matchbook, a few matches missing.