South Park One-Shots

Fingerbang

Let's say residential crazy fangirl, Jinx, was somehow able to get FingerBang back together. Nobody knows how and why but she pulled it off, like pulling a trigger.

As the person who is in charge of events at South Park High, Jinx would always force a group of students to either help or participate. Nobody knows her tactics, but many say she tortures them. Or forces them to read yaoi. Of things they like, for example, Call of Duty. (Yaoi of this exists, btw)

It was nearing the end of the 11th grade, and the Talent Show had just been announced. As one of the judges, she found some performances great and some horrible. However, she wanted a group who were experienced. And so Jinx remembered. The one-performance wonder FingerBang.

They only performed once, at the South Park Mall. Kenny had accidentally died from an elevator, so Stan's dad, Randy filled his spot. But the band was made up of Stan, Kyle, Cartman , Kenny, and a cross-dressing Wendy. Jinx wanted them to perform their song, Fingerbang, and she had a few requirements.

These requirements were:

Kenny must not wear his hood.

Kyle must at least show part of his hair.

Stan's hair should be gelled back.

Cartman shouldn't sing his solo, and Jinx wanted someone else to sing it anyway.

Wendy didn't need to cross-dress.

And the final requirement was that they all wore sunglasses.

"Pretty please," she had puppy eyed them. And they reluctantly agree.

"Why the fuck are we doing this? Why Jenx?" Cartman questions Jinx, as they practice performing.

"Someone has to sound good there, and that is where you guys come in," she crosses her arms.

"What about you?" Kenny asks, which makes everyone turn towards him. All were used to his muffled voice.

"Me?" Jinx retorts.

"Actually, he's right. You can sing Jinx. I've heard you in music class," Wendy points out.

"Well, I do not want to sing," Jinx pouts.

"Fine, let's take it from the top," Stan pops the CD into his laptop and the music starts.

(๑ ิټ ิ)(๑ ิټ ิ)
(๑ ิټ ิ)(๑ ิټ ิ)
(๑ ิټ ิ)(๑ ิټ ิ)

Ah. Today was the talent show. Jinx stared at the crowd forming, taking their seats. She peeked through the curtains, and pulled her head.

"Kinny, don't die on us again," Cartman whines, pointing at a hoodless (but sexy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) Kenny.

"I promise I won't," he holds his hand up, acting like he was swearing an oath.

"Just be ready when the MC, (y/n) (YOU PROBABLY THOUGHT YOU WOULDN'T BE HERE, WELL HAHAHAHAHA), announces the band. Remember I'm one of the judges," Jinx points out, playing with her hair.

"Good luck," she waves to FingerBang. She exits towards the door, and takes her seat at the judges' table.

"Wendy, are you done gelling my hair back?" Stan asks.

"Just adding the finishing touches," Wendy replies.

They were wearing what Cartman had described in his dream. (Please refer to the picture) Nobody knew how they got those outfits, but they did. Wendy, on the other hand, wore all white. Leggings, jacket, shirt, shoes, and hat.