South Park~ Pip's revival

Chapter 1

Damien's perspective
I've been meaning to do what I was about to do for a while now, but I kept putting it off. I don't know why. I didn't really have any good excuses. I guess I was simply afraid to do so. I know, it's bullshit, but what am I supposed to say? I already felt guilty about the impression I gave off for the little time I got to know Pip. He was the only person in South Park who actually seemed to trust me, and I completely betrayed him. You could say this was my way of making it up to him, but I wasn't doing this to re-deem myself. I was doing this because Pip was taken too soon. He was only ten, and he was the purest soul I've ever met. When I found out he was gone, I was devastated. I've always tried my best not to show any enthusiasm even though Pip was just someone who kind of grew on me. As a child, I always knew I was damned to devote my life to pleasing my father, so I tried my best not to get attached to anyone. I believed it would only cause me pain. That was the main reason I tried to act distant from Pip when we were younger. Not that I didn't feel bad for it. I felt guilty about it for as long as I can remember. With a sigh, I went inside the cemetery. The sunset made it look a little less eerie than usual. I could see Pip's tombstone in the distance, and I nearly shed a tear going up to it. 'Fuck.. don't cry now, you dumbass!'

I stood in front of Pip's tombstone and spread my hands out. I could feel my heart pounding a little- I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. I closed my eyes and whispered my chant, making Pip's casket rise from underground. I was a little scared to look. At Pip's funeral, his body was completely mutilated. They had trouble recovering his body at the morgue, which I guess is what you'd expect when someone gets crushed to death, but it still broke my heart to see him like that. When Pip's casket opened, he laid there, thankfully in one piece again. I noticed him shaking as he gazed up at me looking petrified. He looked like he was trying to say something, but I couldn't take a guess at what. I sat on my knees next to his casket and looked him in the eyes. "It's ok.." I spoke calmly. He just nodded. I think it was safe to say that he was clearly in shock. "You're ok. I brought you back. It's been five years now since your death" I couldn't tell if that made him feel better or worse, but he simply darted his eyes around the cemetery. I assumed he was trying to figure out where he was. "You're in the cemetery. You're laying in your casket right now" A shudder escaped Pip's lips after I told him that. In an attempt to calm him down, I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Let's get you home, yeah?" He nodded. I picked him up and carried him out the cemetery.

Pip continued to look around as I carried him home. It was getting dark out, so I tried to get him home quickly. We both stayed silent for a moment before I finally spoke up again. "Do you remember anything from your death?" He looked down and thought for a moment before responding. "Y..yes" From the shakiness in his voice, I believed it made him feel uneasy to remember. Which was understandable, but I do wish I knew how to help more. "What can you tell me about it?" He hesitated again. "I- I was crushed.." I listened to what he was saying. I knew more detail than that, but now wasn't the time to say it. "And what happened after that?" I tilted my head. Thinking about that didn't seem to make him as uneasy. "I woke up in Heaven. I don't remember much there, but.. I saw my parents again" I noticed him tearing up a little. Talking about his dead parents probably made him emotional. It was then I decided to drop the conversation for now.

I looked up at the sky and noticed the sun was almost fully set. I was glad Pip's house was just down the street. I glanced down at Pip again and noticed that he looked pretty tired. His eyes were half-closed and he was curled up into a ball. "We're almost there, Pip" I re-assured him. I saw him try to open his eyes a little more. He glanced across the street, noticing his house was almost right in front of us. When we got inside, I carried him to his room and lied him down on the bed. I sat next to him, letting out a sigh as I eased my head back.