Pinku Cat Cafe [South Park x Reader]

Isabelle's Revenge

"Oh, really? You think that you even have a chance against me?" Cartman badgers you, swinging the controller in his hand as he speaks. He looks like he's in complete shock at how you dared to even challenge him, but you're as serious as you can be. He laughs right in your face. "Okay, okay, I'll humor you. But don't start crying when I fuck you up."

"I wasn't planning on it," you tell him through gritted teeth. You don't even know this guy, but he's being a royal bitch to you and everybody else. You don't know how they even deal with him-- you don't even see anything good about this guy's personality. You really want to put him in his place.

When Kyle is done disposing of every potato skin that's more charred than it needs to be, he brings the ones that are still good into the living room. He sets them down in the middle of the table, grumbling at how Cartman always results in using underhanded methods for winning. Everyone grabs one and puts it on one of the paper plates in the stack.

The potato skins are actually pretty good, despite being straight from the frozen section. What would taste even better, though, would be the sweet taste of revenge. You can't wait to make Cartman eat his words. You run your tongue across your lips, picking Isabelle for your character of choice.

"Isabelle?" Cartman scoffs at your choice. He leans back into the couch cushions, a smirk apparent on his face. "What, you want me to sing you a nursery rhyme too?"

"Shut up, fatboy!" Kyle retaliates, almost crushing his potato skin in the process of him clenching his fist. "She can pick whoever she wants-- the only thing that matters is that she's going to kick your ass!"

"Oh, she's gonna kick my ass? Yeah, I doubt it. You guys know more than anyone that a bitch can't win a Smash tournament."

You feel blood rushing to your face and ears-- not from embarrassment or being flustered, but anger. He really just called you a bitch like it was nothing! You want to tackle this fucker and beat the shit out of him, but you force yourself to keep your composure.

"You shouldn't call her that, Cartman," Kenny frowns.

"You guys are just a bunch of simps."

You find yourself doing some breathing exercises your old school counselor taught you to calm yourself down. "Let's just get this over with." You press A, thus bringing both of your characters into the stage. You waste no time in taking the offense, wanting this to be quick and easy.

Cartman's movements suggest that he was going easy on you at first, but as soon as you start to attack more viciously, he perks up a bit. You see that he's leaning forward now out of the corner of your eye, biting his lip slightly in concentration. You smile to yourself; he knows that you mean business now.

He gets a good couple of hits in, you have to give him that. It's your fault that you weren't using your shield at times where you should have. Usually you'd be a bit bummed about that, but the cheers and positive comments that you're getting from the other guys makes you feel a lot better.

"Dude, she's actually really good!" Stan comments with wide eyes and a grin. Kenny, who is beside him, makes a noise of agreement.

You pump your fist when Isabelle falls over with a pot in her hands, hitting K. Rool and knocking him out of the screen. There's one life down!

You glance over at Cartman, who's obviously pissed that you got the best of him. His cheeks are flushed and he's scowling deeply. He's probably thinking that you just got lucky, that he's still the better player. You and everyone else know that isn't true.

"Fuck yeah, (Y/n)!" Kyle crows, reaching out to ruffle your hair as a way to show his approval. You giggle at the contact, not quite expecting it but not disliking it. You're starting to really feel like one of the guys. You never thought that you would fit into a group this quickly, but you aren't complaining at all.