Pinku Cat Cafe [South Park x Reader]

Unfair

"Dude, shut the fuck up!" Cartman hisses at the fellow, his eyes flicking to you with a sense of fear in them. "We promised not to say anything about what we've done in the past!"

Oh, shit. He legitimately killed Scott Tenorman's parents and cooked them. No wonder the ginger-haired boy has such a hatred for him. The thought of it makes you sick, but not sick enough to not eat your elote. Maybe you really just don't want to believe what was just said.

"Maybe it wouldn't have been said if you didn't do such horrible shit," Craig scoffs.

"Oh, oh so we're playing that game now? You know what, let's let it all air out then! I'm not the only one that's a violent bastard, since Craig beats the shit out of anyone who crosses him and that includes Tweek! Kenny, you manipulated a girl when we were 10 to give you a blowjob at a Jonas Brothers' concert! Kyle, you played some sort of sick fucking game with your baby brother that involved you fucking kicking him around! Stan, you're an alcoholic and your drinking gets worse every single day!"

He turns the other way and points at the others. "Butters, you were a whole pimp when we were 10 too, and you poked Paris Hilton in the cooch when she was passed out! Clyde, you killed your own mother because you forgot to put the toilet seat down! Jimmy, you slept with a prostitute after the girls in our grade rejected you! Token, you don't do much, but Tweek is addicted to fucking meth! So don't act all high and mighty with me like I'm the only one doing shit I shouldn't!"

It's dead silent. You and Bradley stare at all the boys, who are either having expressions of complete shock and horror or that of pure shame. Cartman breathes heavily, completely red in the face from fury. The only person that looks at everyone with a normal expression is Token, who by Cartman's own admission, doesn't tend to do anything wrong.

You've been hanging out with such people and you had no clue. You clutch your stomach, suddenly feeling even more nauseous than before. Murderers, abusers, sexual deviants, and people with addictions? You should have known better. You should have known and listened to the girls and the crew at Pinku.

You don't even realize that tears are rolling down your cheeks until all eyes are directed towards you. Butters reaches his hand out towards you. "(Y-Y/n), it's a long story, but please—"

You smack his hand away, feeling completely and utterly betrayed and disgusted. "Don't... just don't."

You turn on your heel, your shoulders shaking just as much as your breath is. Bradley turns around as well, his eyebrows furrowed. "I-I'll go with you, (Y/n)..."

"I appreciate it, Bradley, but I would rather be alone right now," You say, your voice barely above a whisper, before walking off into the distance. The boys can only watch with saddened expressions as your figure fleets away.

"Why the fuck did you have to do that shit?!" Stan growls, pushing Cartman angrily. "You sold us all the fuck out when it was only Kenny and Craig were talking shit! Now she's not going to want to be friends with any of us thanks to you!"

"I told you fuckers that if one of us goes down, then all of us go down! Weren't we supposed to keep up the crap we did in the past under wraps so she would stick around?!" The chubby boy shouts back.

"Y'know what, I think this has something to do with you wanting to win! If you can't win, then no one can! You can't stand the thought of her choosing someone that isn't you!" Kyle exclaims.

"And by the way, how dare you insinuate that I abuse Tweek?!" Craig fumes. "On top of that, you know and everyone fucking knows that his addiction isn't his fault!"

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, the guy hasn't bothered to get help!"

"Oh, f-fuck off, Cartman! GAH!" Tweek blows up, clenching his fists at his side. "Are you wanting to fight right now?!"