South Park x Reader

ch 1

No One's POV
Craig seems to be a little irritated while walking through the halls, hands in his pockets, and that cold look on his face. Until he saw you, the new kid. He walks up to you. "So you're the new kid?" he asks, a little shocked. From what he's been hearing, people are already talking about you, what you are like, and who you are. He put his hand out to you and said, "Name's Craig, Craig Tucker."

You look at him with a surprised look, for he is the only person who has approached you so far. You turn around and smile the best you can to not scare him away, then you grab his hand and shake it. "Nice to meet you, Craig. I'm Y/N." You say it with that same smile on your face. "Cool name, Y/N. So, you're new here, right? Some advice: don't go near Cartman, that fat b—, I mean guy."

You look at him with a curious look but now show a mischievous smile. "Oh, why is that?" you ask. Craig chuckles and looks at you, saying, "Trust me... It's best to avoid him. He's a racist, homophobic, sexist, narcissistic little freak show, and he will get physical if he feels like it." He leans against a locker that is next to yours and crosses his arms.

You look at him. "I'll take your word for it. But if he messes with or crosses me, I will get physical as well. I mean, who doesn't love a good fight?" You look at him with a devilish smile. He chuckles, "Oh? You're a fighter, huh? Well, you should be fine then... but what's got you so tough?" He flashes a curious, mischievous smile on his face. "I would tell you, but it usually makes people treat me differently... But for now I will say it's thanks to my bastard of a father."

Craig's eyes widen. "Woah, really? What did he do to you to be called that?" He chuckles a bit, and you look at him with a smirk. "Well, let's just say it's thanks to some strict upbringing. But I mean, in the end, it did teach me how to protect myself. So I guess he wasn't completely useless." You smile to yourself and close your locker, lean against it next to him, and cross your arms across your chest as well.

"Oh, is that so? Interesting. Well, if you're good at fighting and handling yourself under verbal abuse, you'll do just fine here. Most of the kids are ruthless and unhinged." You see him have a little bit of an annoyed look as he says that. You then speak, "Oh? They are? Because kids at my last school were so boring and basic." You slide down your locker and sit on the floor. You see him do the same. "Yeah, these kids are on another level. Some like to get physical, some like to play mind games, and even some of them like to blackmail for fun." Craig sighs, "I hate it here."

You gently nudged him, trying to cheer him up. "Well, if any of them messes with you, just let me know. They sound like my kind of people. So I'm sure I can handle them." You chuckle to yourself and smile. You hear him chuckle as well. "Oh, they're your kind of people, huh? Well, you might just like this place then, and thanks... Also, if anyone else messes with you as well, I will not hesitate to back you up."

He nudges you back and laughs a bit to himself. You poke his cheek gently and give him a wide grin. "Awh, thanks, Craig. You're actually really sweet." He smirks a bit and lets out a low chuckle. He stands up and reaches his hand out to you. You take his hand and pull yourself up. "No problem, Y/N... Just looking out for a friend." He smiles and gently ruffles your hair. "Anyway, I'll see you around!" He stands up and waves as he walks off. As he does, you see his face go back to its usual coldness.

This makes you smile, and you turn on your heels and start walking to your class as the hallways clear out. But you stop as you realize you have no idea where to go. "Damn, I forgot to ask for my schedule. Oh well, it never hurts to skip, I guess." You walk to what you assume are the back doors to the school. You open them to be met with a cloudy sky, which makes you smile because you hate the sun. You walk down the steps and reach into your pockets, pull out a pack, and pull one out and place it in your mouth.

You put the pack back, grab your lighter, and try to light it. But your lighter doesn't seem to want to work, and you scoff at it. "Just my fucking luck." You say to no one. But keep trying and trying, but just give up, you let out a sigh. You remove the cigarette from your mouth and return it to the pack, then shove it back in your pocket. You lean against the railing of the stairs, arms crossed, and look out into the distance. Well, at least I've made one friend so far. That's a big start, in my opinion. You smile to yourself as you feel the wind gently blow your short h/c hair.