" VACATION. " || a south park x reader || disc.

ALL UP ON ME! BUT LIKE, IN A NEGATIVE WAY?! || II

|| GOOD MORNING, BELOVED! ||

Another day in this old town in the middle of nowhere. Your alarm went off and- actually, why do you have an alarm during summer break? You stared down at it and narrowed your eyes at it..

'I'm going to either have to sell it or throw it off a fucking roof, and right now, I'll take either.'

Groaning as you couldn't fall back asleep, you heaved yourself out of bed and slowly made your way down to the kitchen.

You were halfway into the kitchen when sudden banging on your door echoed throughout the house and you et out a long groan of annoyance before yelling, "I'm coming!"

Muffled laughter was heard behind the door and you rolled your eyes at immature humor whoever was at the door must've had, presumably multiple people from the different voices laughing and repeating it.

You moved any hair that you had out of your face and made yourself look ever so slightly appearable and you opened the door. There stood five boys, still laughing way too hard at their immature humor, besides one of them. There was a blonde boy with a scar across his right eye, while his left was a bright blue. He smiled nervously at you, and you noticed he had one or two missing teeth. You quickly deduced that this boy was already much better and mature than the others, and you greeted him back with a large smile of your own and a wave.

He smiled again, wider and he stood up a little straighter. Now he looked around your height, maybe even an inch or two taller. You turned your gaze back to the other four, rowdy, and already obnoxious boys who still had not noticed your presence before clearing out your throat and crossing your arms with a firm gaze.

"Hello." Is all you said, your face and voice blank of any emotion or care, if anything it seemed nearly hollow. The four boys turned their heads to you and one of them let out a low yet loud huff and glared at you.

"Aw, great! Our new fuckin' neighbor is fuckin' ugly! Just great!" The fat one whined out. You noticed how high-pitched his voice was and suppressed an eyeroll, biting back an insult before another voice yelled back at him.

"Shut up fatass, we don't even know them! Can't you fuckin' greet them with a normal 'hello' instead of being an asshole?!" The taller boy yelled at him, irking. He wore a green ushanka and an orange sweater. He wore dark blue jeans and black, plain shoes.

Slightly surprised as the unknown boy was standing up for you from the chubby boy, a small smile nearly creeped it's way onto your face.

The boy you deemed kinder and more mature than the others tried to calm the fat one down, "Hey now Eric, why don't we-"

"Shut up Butters, nobody gives a fuckin' damn!"

"Why don't you shut the fuck up and tell me why your bitchass is on my fucking doorstep, you goddamn sphere!" You yelled back, stunning all five of the boys in front of you.

It's one thing to be a little cunt, another to be a fucking obnoxious whore.

You glared down coldly at the fat one in particular, your finger/nails stabbing deeper into your skin as you did so. You were already annyoed at them being immature and annoying, but now he wanted to insult the only person who was decent enough to greet you properly so far?

Three strikes, 'Eric.' You silently thought, your glare worsening as you let out a short, "Well?"

Another boy in a very orange puffed jacket let out a long reply of muffles, and the ushanka boy hit him in the back of the head, causing him to faceplant straight off of the doorstep and hit his head right onto a rock, small drops of blood pooling around his head. He was still breathing, so you deemed it okay to looked back at another boy.