Pinku Cat Cafe [South Park x Reader]

Pretty Ladies

The sky is dark and the stars are shimmering up above... a young woman is walking home from her night shift. It's dangerous to be alone in this part of town, she knows that, but it's not as though she can change it. Her heels tap against the sidewalk, loud in the normally quiet city. She hugs herself for comfort... just a bit longer, and she will be home.

She squeals when someone grabs her from behind, pulling her so her back is flush with their front. Terrified tears roll down her cheeks when a blade is pressed to her neck. "Just stay still and I'll let you live," the gruff voice speaks, sending shivers up her spine and goosebumps down her entire body. What kind of fate is this? This is a fate worse than death... No one to hear her scream. No one to hear her cry. No one to find her body.

"Stop right there!"

Her eyes widen, and she looks up to find the figure of a teenage girl before her. She's beautiful and strong-looking, not willing to back down from a fight with a grown man. She wears a spaghetti-strap sweetheart dress that ends at her mid thighs. The skirt is big and fluffy, tucked into the corset on her waist. Her sleeves are long and petal-shaped, large in width. On top of it all is a ribbon and lace-trimmed capelet with a ribbon on the front. In her hand, she wields a long staff with a heart on the very top of it, embellished with wings and a red gem in the middle.

"Who the hell are you? Beat it, kid!"

"I am Butterfly, champion of justice! On behalf of the people of South Park, I will right wrongs and triumph over evil, and that means you!"

You wake up with a gasp and your hands cramping from how much you were gripping at your own sheets. That dream... it felt so real. You swallow the lump in your throat and move a bit, your legs hanging off the side of your bed. You rummage through your nightstand until you can find a notebook and a pencil. You flip to a random page in the notebook and sketch out the outfit that you saw in your dream before you can forget it. You don't know what you're going to do with the drawing or the fact that 'Butterfly's tagline is suspiciously similar to Sailor Moon's, but it's worth at least writing down, right?

You're almost done with your sketch when your phone vibrates. You take it and look at the screen, chuckling when you realize that you've been added to another group chat named, "Punks at Pinku".

Yao💃: Is everyone ready for our grand opening?

Lisa💕: I'm actually quite nervous... (๑ ˊ͈ ᐞ ˋ͈ )ƅ̋

Kelly👀: Everything's going to be fine

Heather👩‍🎨: I've heard that the town is pretty excited for our debut :)

You: Really? Where did you hear this?

Heather👩‍🎨: Twitter

Yao💃: Oh for real?

Kelly👀: On God?

You: Just like that?

Lisa💕: Sometimes I can't deal with you guys...

You chuckle, knowing very well that you all are irritating Lisa. It's her fault for befriending you all, really. Friends are supposed to do this sort of thing, you think. You yawn into your fist and walk downstairs, wanting your breakfast. You have a big day ahead of you, after all!

You peek over at the couch, finding your mom sitting there with the leg rest up. She usually always wakes up before you since she has sleeping problems, but she doesn't seem tired right now. In fact, all of her attention is on the program that she's watching currently. You look at the screen, a bit curious.

"In the case of five month-old Dodie, Anil... you are not the father!" The host announces. The man, who you assume is Anil, hops up and cheers while the mother runs off the stage like she's a track runner. How the cameramen are able to follow her so closely while holding a huge camera, you can't help but wonder. Maybe it was in their job description to be good runners.