Ghost park

Chapter 15

Kyle POV

"No fucking way Cartman" I groaned as the man himself stood in front of me brandishing a black wig in one hand and some sort of gothic get up with a prideful look plastered across his face.

"Why Kyle? You said it yourself we need to be more discreet" the fat lump pried.
"We need to be more discreet not fucking drag queens" I growled, bawling my hands into fists and digging my nails into my palms. "We're not playing fucking dress up when Kenny's life is on the line" I continued.
"Oh fuck Kenny he can't die anyways" Cartman argued

"In all fairness to Kyle, maybe Satan can permanently kill him with his demon jizz powers or something" Clyde pointed out. "I still don't get how we never noticed him dying before tho"

"I agree with Cartman" a voice came from near the back of the room. Six heads swivelled around, including Cartman, to face Tolkien.

"What?" Snorted Stan, clearly stifling a giggle at the thought of Tolkien in a dress.
"We need to make sure Pip and Damien don't recognise us. Besides anyone else have a better idea?" Tolkien continued. He was met with an uncomfortable silence and blank stares from the other six in the room.

"Thought so" He continued "do you're thing Cartman" he nodded at him in a begrudging manner.
"See guys! God this is why I'm the smartest out of all of us" Eric sighed, shaking his head.
"You're the fattest out of all of us that's for sure" Craig muttered, shuffling towards Eric's wardrobe filled to the brim with colourful wigs and clothing.

"Alexa! Play the Barbie soundtrack!" Eric yelled giddily.

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"I look fucking ridiculous" I snarled, taking in my reflection in the mirror. My curly hair had been tucked into a long black wig and I was clad in an old ass black dress. I had begrudgingly let Cartman paint my face white and draw dramatic black eyeliner on my face.

"You look like one of the fucking goth kids" Stan blurted out between giggles. He sat on the bed with a hand over his mouth in a desperate attempt to stifle the giggles that were about to erupt from his mouth.

"I think you look gorgeous" Cartman beamed, gripping onto my shoulders and admiring his work in the mirror.
"Don't fucking touch me" I growled. In response, Cartman pulled his hands away from me and raised them to his chest in a defensive manner.

Eric was wearing a blonde wig and had somehow managed to squeeze himself into a a leopard print tube top and a black miniskirt. The other six boys around me were all dressed in a similar get up, except rather than looking like a suicidal Robert Smith dickrider, like me, they looked like somewhat normal teenage girls. All except for Tolkien who looked like he'd been ripped out of some Japanese magazine.

"Why did I agree to this" he groaned, shivering at his reflection in the mirror.
"Calm down Tolkien it's called Gyaru" Smirked Eric.
"I don't care what it's called Cartman I just want to know why I look like a fucking sailor moon cosplayer" Tolkien scowled. Cartman brushed the comment off and pottered over to Tweek who was furiously itching at his scalp under the blue wig.

"Nooo Tweek don't do that. You're gonna ruin my work" Cartman whined, grabbing Tweeks hands and pulling them away from his wig.
"It's so damn itchy man" Tweek grumbled, snatching his hands out of Cartmans and contorting his face in an attempt to stop him itching at his scalp.

"Why do you even have all this stuff?" Stan inquired from his spot on the bed.
"A guys gotta have his hobbies" Eric shrugged in reply.

"Looking good Tucker" Clyde smirked before receiving the middle finger from Craig who wore his already fairly long hair (he hates cutting his hair) in two very messy braids and a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. He had refused to wear anything that touched his skin and had started screaming at Cartman when he threw a pair of denim skinny jeans his way. It had taken a solid twenty minutes for Tweek to calm him down enough to let him do his hair.

"Ok! Plan of action!" Cartman called. The rest of us honestly couldn't be arsed to make up a plan after having Cartman spend hours picking out outfits and makeup for us. The lot of us (bar Cartman who was giddy with excitement) were exhausted.

"We're going to go up and have another chat with Kenny" He finished proudly.
"Wait why are you guys even going up there in the first place?" Clyde asked. I glanced at Stan and Eric with a questioning look on my face, hoping one of them had filled them in on what's going on, but they both just shrugged. I sighed, understanding that it was on me to explain the situation.

"So uh.. Satans trying to kill Kenny I guess?" I started. "He's upset because his boyfriend broke up with him and now he wants to kill Kenny because he finally realised that Kenny's immortal"

"Kenny's immortal?!" Tolkien gawked.
"I literally mentioned it like an hour ago and you said nothing" Clyde responded.
"Yeah I thought we all figured that out like ages ago" Stan butted in. This issued a shrug from Tweek, Craig, and Tolkien. "Anyways that's not what matters, what matters is that he's in trouble and we need to help him" he continued.

"How can we help we're dead dude. Or ghosts or something" Craig intervened.
"Kenny can see us. Since he's died on multiple occasions he's technically dead and can see us when we're on earth." I explained.
"Ahh got it" Tolkien muttered.

"So what does this have to do with Pip and Damien" Tweek squealed, his eyes darting around at the faces of those in the room.

"Christ do you ever cop on. Pip and Damien want to stop us obviously" Cartman groaned. I gave him a light smack on the head for being so rude but nodded anyways.

"So how can you even get up to earth?" Clyde asked. Cartman puffed his chest out and smirked proudly.
"You can thank me for that! I stole one of Satans stupid little evil books and saw a spell that could bring us up to the human world!" He gloated.
"Being a stealing bastard isn't something to boast about" I snarled. Cartman brushed off the comment, refusing to let anything bruise his ego in the euphoric state of pride he was in.

"I wanna check on Stripe 4" Craig blurted out.
"Fuck no Craig" Snorted Cartman, shoving Stan aside and jumping onto his bed.

"I think it's ok Eric" I argued "We all wanna check up on how our family is doing. Personally I need to make sure Ike is ok"

Cartman let out a long exaggerated sigh before agreeing to let us check on our families. "Ok but only an hour guys. We all meet back at starks pond" we all vigorously nodded our heads in thanks that Cartman had set his stubbornness aside for a moment and we set out towards stark pond to head up into the god forsaken human realm.

AN// icl this is just for giggles