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

Much Better Than...

With Tweak and Tucker
Tweak’s POV

“Hey Craig, did they seem a bit strange?” I questioned, leaning back against the cold concrete wall. 

“I’m not sure, why?” Craig answered, walking over to me. 

“It’s just…they gave me such a strange feeling,” I muttered as Craig laid his head onto my lap. 

“You worry too much, honey,” Craig whined, staring at me with his dark blue eyes. 

“I know but-”

“Plus, they’ll be dead before you know it,” Craig smiled, grabbing my book. 

“I’m not so sure,” I mumbled as Craig straddled onto my lap. 

“Tweakers, I promise. They’ll be dead before we know it,” Craig assured, burring his face into the crook of my neck. 

“I really don’t think so.”

“You say that quite often,” Craig muttered before biting my neck. 

“Gah, Craig,” I cried out. 

“What?” he teased.

I just groaned as I rolled my eyes. I placed my hands by his ears, scratching his favorite places. A small purr filled the air around us.

“So needy tonight,” I chuckled with a little twitch. 

Ever since I got rid of the coffee, well forced to have it taken away, my twitching has really calmed down. 

“Mmm, honey,” he purred, leaning into my hands. 

I grinned at his actions, but the worries never left. “What if they do something to them?”

“Hun, they won’t,” Craig protested, leaning deeper into my hands. 

“You just want attention, don’t you?” I lightly chuckled. I got a small mew in response. 

I let out a small sigh, “But, I recogonised them.”

“How so?” Craig questioned, leaning back a bit. “Weren’t you young when you came?”

“I was eleven,” I muttered. “But the last names seemed so…familiar.”

Craig laid his head on my shoulder with a small chuckle. “You said the same thing when you were first introduced to us.”

“Yea, I guess,” I lightly smiled, glancing over to my needy hybrid. 

“So stop stressing ‘bout it,” Craig beamed, nibbling on my neck.

“Okay, Okay,” I giggled. “I get it. You want attention.”

I felt a small smirk on my skin as he took another bite. I let out a small moan. I pulled the clingy creature away. 

“Now, now,” I ordered, giving a small tug on the tattered leash. “Someone hasn’t been on their best behavior today.”

A small whine escaped the creature as I pulled him close, interlocking our lips. I pinned him down onto the cement floor with a smirk. 

“Be a good boy,” I sneered, getting a louder whine from beneath me. I went back to his lips with one hand pinning both of Craig’s above his head as the other one started to stroke his tail. 

With Marsh and Broflovski
Broflovski’s POV

“Is there somewhere to get books or something?” I questioned, trying to read through the loose papers.

“Mhm. We can go tomorrow,” Marsh responded, finishing up his book. 

I nodded in response. He was really quiet. Didn’t like to speak or even acknowledge me. Not like I cared. He seemed like a huge asshole anyways. 

After some time, someone in all white walked into the cell. They were holding a clipboard and a remote. Instantly, Marsh went berserk. 

“Number 0445. Time for your testing,” the person ordered. 

“Fuck off,” Marsh roared. A low growl followed. 

“Now 0445,” the person sternly demanded, placing a finger onto a remote button. 

“No way, motherfucker!” Marsh barked. 

The person sighed, “You always have to be difficult.”

And right before Marsh pounced, the person pushed the button. Marsh let out a loud, painful whine. He jumped back and cowered. His dark eyes still narrowed, full of hatred and fear. The person sighed, grabbing a very tattered leash. They clipped it onto the collar, recieving a slash of claw from Marsh.

“That’s enough now,” the person firmly stated, pushing the button again.

Marsh let out another loud whine as the person dragged him through the cell and out the door. The door closed once the two were out. 

“Now, I can explore even more,” I muttered with a small smile.

I got up and out of the chair. First, I checked the mattress. Nothing with hidden in it or around it. I searched through the entire room, not finding anything. ‘Must not have any secrets,’ I thought in small disappointment. Surely he would’ve wanted to escape, right?

With McCormick and Stotch
Stotch’s POV

McCormick just got back from being taken out. He looked pretty beat up. Blood was dripping from his nose with purple and black bruises covering his body. He went over to the rusty shower, leaning against the hard wall next to it. After he took in a few deep breaths, he started to pull his shirt off. Claw marks and whip marks covered his back. 

“H-Hey, what happened in there?” I wondered, slowly heading towards the injured creature. 

“What the-” McCormick jumped back with wide eyes. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to frighten ya,” I responded, cowaring away. 

“Oh, it’s just you,” he muttered, releasing a breath. 

“Y-Yeah, sorry,” I responded, sliding down into a corner. 

McCormick just shook his head before continuing to undress.

“Oh, hamburgers. Wh-What are you doing?” I questioned, covering my eyes. 

“Showering,” he replied. It sounded like he turned on the rustic shower. “Do you need one?”

“N-No, I’m good,” I quietly responded. I cowered as deep as I could in the corner. 

As I heard McCormick showering, I thought…

…’This is so much better than them.’

915 words
Sorry for such a short chapter. Also, yes I am going to be referring to their last names until something happens. Hope y'all enjoyed and have a good day/night.