A Goth's Love | Michael x Reader

Chapter 12

Chapter 12:

A/N: If you're sensitive to the topic of religion I suggest that you skip.

(Y/N's POV)

It only took me a second, but I finished the clean up and it will only take them a minute to wake up. I teleported out of the school and my stomach rumbled. I guess my job worked up an appetite. So I made my way to pick up some food and a few things.

Michael's POV

We all waited for Y/n to get here and started to get bored. I hopped up on a tombstone and sat on it, lighting up my cigarette. My lighter flickered and didn't produce my small flame. I groaned and shaked my lighter to give me a little bit of juice to light up my cigarette.

After no luck, I threw my lighter across the yard. "Hey Pete, can I borrow your lighter?" I asked him below me. "Sure," he replied. He handed me his lighter, his hand brushed my mine as I grabbed his lighter. I didn't notice that he had a small tint of blush on his cheeks. I used his lighter and the flame was unstable to light up my cig. "Fuck." I muttered. "Sorry man I didn't know I was running low on fluid." Pete apologized. I tossed his lighter to him and left the cigarette in my mouth.

In less than a second someone lit up my cig. I jumped back at the sudden action and saw it was Y/n with her lighter in her hand extended in my direction. She handed me the lighter, "Take it." she said monotonously. I took the lighter and she handed everyone a lighter. "I figured I would buy some party favors and food." she said sarcastically as she plopped some cigarette packs, coffee, some snacks and pizza. I looked at her. "Why?" I questioned her. She replied back in her monotone voice again, "I was hungry and assumed you all were too." "How thoughtful." Henrietta spoke. "Thanks, I haven't eaten all day." Pete said. Firkle grabbed a slice and shoved it in his face, eating it in just a second.

Soon everyone started eating and having some conversation. "So what brings you here to South Park?" Pete asks Y/n. She looks up at him and swallows her bite of pizza and says. (A/N: If you're sensitive on the topic of religion skip here)"Well, my parents wanted to be closer to God so they moved here to drive about an hour away to work in a church since they didn't want to have an apartment in the city." "Your parents are priests?" Henrietta questioned, a little shocked. "Associate pastors, the fucking worst." Y/n replied as she drank her coffee. She continued, "Do you know how annoying it is that your parents are trying to convert you to Catholicism when you're a Satanist." Everyone looked at her in shock.

I kind of figured out why she has a pentagram shirt. She continued more on how fucked up her parents are. What shocked us more is that she told us that her parents did an exorcist on her to "get rid" of the devil inside her. "That's really fucked up." Firkle said. "To this day I still mention it to them even though they tell me not to bring it up. I still mention it to fuck with them." she said. "I mean, how can you not mention it when that's traumatizing." Pete agreed with her. I mean that is traumatizing. How can you not mention something that you did to your child that made their child despise you more.

"That was 6 years ago, and after that happened I told all the conformists at my school to scare them that I'm possessed by the devil. Soon the whole town knew what kind of people we were. The exorcist parents with their possessed child. Everyone shunned my parents for their actions to where they had no choice, but to move away." She finished her story. "Around my age?" Firkle questioned. She nodded her head. Pete and Hen. laughed at her story, "I guess that's why they say karma's a bitch." Henrietta said, still laughing.

I hopped off the tombstone and walked off. "Hey! Where're you going?" Pete called out to me. "Taking a walk I'll be right back." I said back.

(Y/N's POV)