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

Feel Like This

⚠️Suicidal Talk⚠️

Ding! Ding! Ding!

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totch’s POV

I think it’s been around a week since Kyle and I got captured. I’m currently walking with the jewish ginger to the cafertaria as the creatures walk ahead. I’ve noticed Kyle has been pretty mean since we got here. I guess he doesn’t like it here. I mean, I don’t blame him. This place does suck, but what are we going to do? 

When we reach the cafeteria, some wolf bear thing walks up to the two of us. It’s big and sort of scary. I glance over to Kyle. He’s ready to go bisserk. 

“Well, well, well,” the hybrid sneered in a deep, suspenseful voice. “What do we have here?”

“Move you bastard,” Kyle growled, causing the others at the tables to look back. Even Tweak slightly peered over the top of his book. 

“What did you call me little cutie?” the creature growled. 

“I said move the fuck out of the way before I kill you,” Kyle barked, moving in front of me. 

A deep, hardy laugh came out of the beast. “You wimp,” it sneered, wiping away a tear. “You really think that you can beat me?”

Kyle didn’t reply. Instead, he kicked the creature in the sack. I cringed as I slightly look away. Kyle didn’t say a word as he fought the thing. Hair pulling, kicking, punching. I quickly sprinted to the table where the others were sitting. 

“Huh, Broflovski ran into one of the lust,” Tucker blankly stated. 

“No wonder he’s in a fight,” Marsh grumbled. 

“Dude, no need to be jealous,” McCormick teased. 

“I’m not jealous!” Marsh barked. 

“McCormick, your thing wants something,” Tweak simply stated, turning a page. 

“Hey Stotch,” McCromick teased. “Worried bout your friend?”

“Y-Yeah,” I stammered. “That fella looked pretty big.”

“I’m sure that bitch will do just fine,” Marsh growled, not fully convinced of his own words. 

I just nodded, watching the fight. Sometimes, I saw Tweak studying Marsh out of the corner of my eye. I’m not sure why he would, but I shouldn’t bother him with it. Everyone at this table seems pretty intense. The fight was over with Kyle being the winner. 

“Kyle, are you okay?” I frantically questioned, runnign up to the barely scratched ginger. 

“Yea, I’m alright Butters,” he responded, motioning towards food. “Fighting sure works up an appetite.”

I nodded, following him to the line. When we got back to the table, no one said a word. That is until McCromick decided to be such a tease. 

“So…what happened with fuckboy over there, Broflovski?” McCormick wondered. I think Marsh looked a little jealous by his narrowed eyes and the little snarl. 

“That fucker got what he deserves,” Kyle growled. 

“Woah, no need to be so angry,” McCormick smirked. 

“Shut the fuck up you bastard,” Kyle barked. 

“And…” McCormick started, his smirk fading into a small snarl, “What gives you the right to tell me what to do?”