South Park: Dragging Me Down

Cake

Mysterion landed on top of the tea shop with a patter as he galloped to a stop. He tilted Pip upright and walked over to a small wooden hatch on the roof. He tapped it with his foot and after a few moments, the hatch opened. Mysterion poked his head through the hatch to see a foggy attic and two figures sitting below, surrounded by books of poetry.

Pete and Firkle looked up at the intruder and Firkle immediately flipped him off. Pete stood up and gestured for the hero to drop down, so the vigilante slid through with ease. Mysterion looked back up at the open hatch and held his arms out wide as a frightened figure popped his head down, looking to see what was going on. Mysterion signalled for Pip to come down and the blonde dropped through the hatch, caught by the hero who levelled him. Pip straightened his bow tie then regarded their new company with a nervous smile.

"H-Hello." he said shyly, hiding behind Mysterion.

"Hey." Pete droned, taking a drag from his cigarette. "Been a while."

Being the socially awkward and shy person that Pip was, he just nodded.

"Michael downstairs?" Mysterion asked, straightening his utility belt.

"Yeah. With Henrietta, no less." Firkle grumped.

"Oh?" Mysterion raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Firkle moaned, clearly not happy with this arrangement. "They wanted to spend some time alone. Ew."

"We'll go down and surprise them, then." Mysterion chortled.

"They won't like it." Pete warned, regarding the duo carefully.

Mysterion continued on anyway. He pushed towards the staircase and padded down the steps, Pip closely following. The two boys ended in the main shop bit and saw the goths in question locked in an embrace. Pip turned his attention away, not wanting to disturb their intimate moment, but Mysterion wanted to startle them.

"Woah, PDA, man." he laughed, causing the goths to snap away from one another. Michael rubbed some black lipstick off his neck and pulled out a cigarette, aloof as always.

"Hey." he greeted blandly. "See you're bent on making our lives even more of a misery, then."

"Now would I do that?" Mysterion smirked, kicking one of his legs up and resting it on a nearby table. "What up, Henri?"

"Call me that again and I'll stab you in the dick."

"Kinky."

"Hey Brit." Michael addressed the shaking blonde hiding behind Mysterion.

"H-Hello." Pip forced out, wringing his hands behind his back. "We're sorry for disturbing you."

"Pfft- no we're not. This is too funny." Mysterion let out a rare chuckle.

"Whatever." Henrietta huffed, following Michael behind the counter.

"Um... sorry." Pip repeated, using Mysterion as a shield. The hero saw what Pip was doing and decided to move away from him, leaving him exposed. He needed Pip to face his fear.

At being revealed so suddenly, Pip felt overly self-conscious. He hugged himself and stood frozen to the spot, the two goths staring at him with unreadable emotions. He felt himself go red and squeaked out a pathetic "sorry!" before bowing his head.

"What are you sorry for?" Michael asked.

"I-I don't know!" the Brit covered his face with his hands, causing Mysterion to chuckle.

"He's just a little shy." Mysterion explained. "Why don't you go and sit at a table and wait for me, hm?"

Pip nodded and bowed his head again, dismissing himself. Mysterion turned to the goths. Henrietta was leaning against the counter and Michael was running a hand through her hair.