𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲✧。|| 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Playground

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You entered the weak battlefield that was South Park elementary, you couldn't really remember what happend before you entered that dreaded classroom.

A young girl with raven locks had taken you under her wing, showing you to the tall yellow door. Your excitement was gone, completely erased from the plane that was your body. You were ready for the new memories, but something about this classroom made you want to run away screaming, to lurch over and spill out all your feelings. The ravenette, noticing your trembling limbs, placed a firm and comforting hand on your shoulder. She weirdly reminded you of your mother.

"It's okay to be scared, I can go in with you if you want"

You looked at her with petrified pools of (e/c), nodding to her offer. Holding her hand, she pushed open the gate, an angelic light seemed to portrude from the opening, slowly fading to reveal the image of children ripping each other's hair out.

"CRAIG, STOP STEALING THE SCIENCE BOOKS"

A kid with an oversized navy chullo hat flipped the bird to the seemingly unwise teacher, not giving a single fuck as he continued to stuff educational books that were to big for his puny book bag.
Yes you.... were scared
No, scared was an understatement, you were terrified of the chaos happening in front of you. But what really made want to topple over, was looking at those dreaded eyes again. The eyes that stared you down on the bus, the eyes that had met yours during that distant memory.

That memory was no longer distant, bricks of entrails being hurled right in front of your eyes. You finally remembered, the traces of murder carved into the pure white snow. You barely made it through the day alive, you kept twirling your choppy tresses that hung limp, covering some of your vision.

All you could recall were bits and pieces from the day, you had been seated at a small group table, surrounded by a variety of blondes. A frantic boy, who wore a messy grass collared shirt, the stitchings of the fabric stressed from the boys constant pulling. You remembered his name was Tweek.

A much more calm boy wore a pastel sweater, baby blue eyes matching the soft blanket he held in his tight grasp. His sweet smile showed off his dimples and unnoticeable freckles spread on the bridge of his nose. His name you forgot instantly, but he told you that you could call him by his middle name, Butters.

Despite both, well.. one of these calm males,  you still felt livid with fear. Whenever anyone came as close to brushing against you, you would let out an almost cartoonic flinch. You were immediately labeled the weird new kid, because social status'.... yaaayyy..

After a few hours of doing nothing, most of the boys started to get a little restless. Not as restless as you of course.

Finally a shrill ring shook through the unstable building, signaling the release of the caged animals for a brief while.

Recess, you should have been excited, but like this morning, the hooded blonde's gaze stuck to you the whole while.

You wanted that scary memory as far away from you as possible, so sitting on the rough concrete steps, you buried your head into your lap. Your arms protected your fragile state, signaling to the kids surrounding you to stay back.
Unfortunately, some kids here aren't the best reader of rooms.

Feeling a small tap on your cold arm, you pierced your head up slightly to see who had approached you.

You saw a young smiling boy, rugged chestnut hair swooped over his head, a small mole was on the lower end of his right cheek. He had more noticeable freckles than Butters, but they were still pretty faint.

He wore a loose T-shirt with red undersleeves, covering the thin layers was a dull red jacket that dragged to his hips.

Beside him stood the boy in the navy chullo hat from before, now that he was closer you could see his pitch black tufts poking out from the weighty hat. He had eyes like the moon, they were almost cat-like.

Behind him stood the frantic kid from before, Tweek.

Finally a kid of color stood close behind the brunette, he had neatly groomed black hair and he wore a purple shirt with a 'T' stitched into the center.

"Wanna play spies with us New Kid?"

You paused for a brief moment, breath hitching at the thought of running around near those cold eyes. You thought about it more.

'..Maybe it would make me feel better'

You could see them starting to leave, so before you could stop yourself you gave a quick nod.
"S-sure! I'll play"

The brunette shot an even wider grin.
"Great! I'm Clyde by the way"

You nodded

"(Y/n)"

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It was the climax of the game, you were already at the brink of loserdom. Most people sneaking into the opposing base had all failed to get the winning item. A stick that was worth, in this alternate universe, a billion dollars. The rest of your teammates stood to the side, all getting tagged as they were at the verge of victory. All who remained was you, the rest of your team had majorly doubted your abilities.

You still thought about those eyes now and then, but it had almost escaped your mind frolicking through the playground.

You had jumped between metal bars trying to lose the determined six year olds. It was as if your animal instincts kicked in, letting you flip over the jungle gym, the surface caked with ice ripping off some of your skin with it. You raced to the slide, zipping between the slippery ramp. You held the stick with a deathly grip as you were only a couple feet away from your base.

Standing at the top of the slide on the thin metal surface, you surveyed your surroundings. Craig was racing behind you, and Clyde was quickly climbing up the ladder towards the stick. You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes. As Clyde was about to tap your shoes, you jumped from the tall slide, faking out the small boy. You took in a big gulp of air as you soared through the sky to the safe area. A big grin spread on your face as you landed uneasily on the surface.

You had won!

You laughed along with your team, all giving you approving smiles. Your big dumb smile had never faded, the eyes completely gone from your mind.

"Next time she's on our team!"

"Nuh-uh! It's your fault you didn't choose her"

You giggled, the icy air burning your throat, the bridge of your nose was painted with red.  You had made plenty of new friends.

And many more were to come.

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