Expiramental Love (Style, Bunny, & Creek, South Park)

Am I Sure...?

Kyle's POV

"Uhg," I groaned.

I slowly opened my eyes to a concrete ceiling, and cold concrete on my back. The room was dimly lit by an old lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. I slowly sat up, rubbing my head.

"Bout time ya woke up," a deep, irritated voice shook me. "Thought I was going to get dinner early."

I searched the room for the source. A human-like figure with ears and a tail sat on the only bed in the room. It seemed to be buried into a book, not looking in my direction.

"Wh-Who are you?" I stammered, trying to keep my cool.

"Wouldn't you like to know," the voice sneered, setting down the book. Now it looked in my direction, getting off the bed.

I could see it was wearing an orange and black striped shirt with stained orange pants. A tattered leather collar with a small black box was wrapped around his neck. Dark raven hair with wolf-like ears coming out of it, and a tail of the same color. Dark blue eyes staring down at me. Its arms were crossed, sharp claws at the end of the pale fingers. Something about it seemed...off.

"Who are you?" I sternly repeated. "Or, what are you?"

"Expirament Number 0445," the creature responded. "Name's Marsh. Marsh, Stan."

"Expirament?" I questioned.

Stan shrugged, "Guess so. I got aggression."

"Aggression?"

"Yea, so don't do anything," he snarled. Out came his sharp fangs. Sharp enough to bite bone.

I nodded. This whole thing was so weird.

"Why am I here?" I questioned.

"How should I know?" Stan snapped.

"Whatever Stan," I muttered.

"Marsh," he growled.

"What?"

"Only call by last names. Yours?" A low growl came from the creature.

"Kyle Broflovski," I responded.

Marsh nodded, tossing me a blanket and a pillow.

"You sleep on the floor," he ordered.

I just rolled my eyes. Of course, I always get the shitty roommates. Marsh went back to his book. It looked like some sort of fantasy.

I searched the room a bit more. A rusty shower in one corner. Steel tight doors full of scratch marks keeping us in. A toilet and sink just a foot or two from the shower. And a beaten desk with a rustic chair.

Slowly, I got to my feet, using the wall for support. My legs felt as though they were jell-o. 'That stupid taser must've done this,' I growled in my head. The wolf creature was quiet. Too quiet. He must be the quiet type, but I don't trust him. He can also just rip me to shreds if he really wanted to. I limped over to the desk, trying to grab onto the wall. Those dark blue eyes glared at me the entire time. His fangs were slightly visible. He was ready to pounce at the first chance he gets.

"If you even try to attack," I muttered, "I fight back."

A scoff came from the creature. "Like you could beat me in a fight."

I rolled my eyes as I took a seat in the old chair. There were three small drawers on the one side of the desk, and a wider one in front of me. I opened all four to see what was inside. The wide one was filled with loose staples and mechanical pencils. A few highlighters were strewn around and maybe one or two erasers. The other three had loose papers. None of which took up much space. You could fit all the papers inside one drawer, and it wouldn't reach halfway. There was mainly writing on the papers. Some were ripped and others were shredded. The few that were in good condition didn't have much on them.