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

WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS... || V

|| GOOD MORNING, BELOVED! ||

        South Park was a fucked up place. Not just because crazy shit was happening all the time, but also because the people who resided there were either batshit crazy, greedy, completely out of it, or depressed.

Stan Marsh was all of them. Stan had done some crazy things for his own needs or entertainment. He was an alcoholic depressed person with a crime list as long as the Declaration of Independence.

He hadn't got the best home life; his mother was indeed sweet, she was a great mom and doing her best to keep everything from crumbling down. Yes, she had her wrongdoings, but honestly, she was one of the most sane in the Marsh house.

His father though, was another story. Alcoholic, crazy, drug dealer, gets high with a fucking towel, he wasn't nearly like Sharon. He was a large contrast, and maybe that's why a part of their marriage and family is snowballing downhill at a rapid pace; they weren't anything alike.

There was totally another reason though; Shelly. Maybe Shelly wasn't fighting with her dad or mom so much, but she could be an asshole at times. Constantly teasing and harassing her brother, physically, verbally, you-name-it-ally, maybe that's another reason.

But the last one was Stan Marsh himself. He wasn't the best kid; he knew that! No matter how babied or exposed he was, he knew he would never compare to anyone else. He was nothing to anyone, or at least, he believes he isn't. Why else would his parents constantly be fighting? Why else would his girlfriend leave him constantly, over and over and over again? Why else were his friends such... dickheads? He thinks his thoughts are gaslighting and guilt-tripping, so he never voices them, keeping them buried deep in his heart that feels like a metal chain and ball bound to him. He suffers in silence, he keeps everything bottled inside of him, never letting it spill until he bursts.

He thinks he's the only one in South Park who feels like this sometimes. He feels selfish for thinking that sometimes, but it never goes away despite it. Other times, he compares his life to people who have it worse, and suddenly he thinks he doesn't deserve to feel the way he does.

Stan Marsh is fucked up.

But he isn't the only one whose got problems like this. He never was, despite how much he thought he was. He doesn't know that yet, but there is someone who feels like him, too.

[Y/N] Niaki is not a normal person. They have walls of steel, one's without a door. They isolated themselves with the intent of keeping themselves shielded from everything and everyone.

Families are hard, both the Marsh and the Niaki. The Niaki's found their wealth through trial and triumph, and they let it get to their head despite promising they wouldn't. This caused them to be negligent of everything; friends, coworkers, and even family ties were nearly all severed unless deemed useful. This was evident for the kids, too.

"You're so lazy."

"Why can't you be as good as them?"

"It's like you don't even try!"

"Does this mean nothing to you?"

Words were meant to communicate and encourage one another; not to shoot us down into nothing but work slaves, chained to their job as if their life depended on it.

Building your reputation and pushing others down while you claw your way to the top; that's not what [Y/N] Niaki wanted to do. It never was. But it's what their family wanted.

[Y/N] Niaki is fucked up.

Kids don't get to pick and choose their parents, and while parents choose whether or not they want to have kids, they don't get to choose what their kids will be like.

The way the world works is fucked up.

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"Fucking hell," You murmured, putting on your clothes and throwing your sleepwear into a laundry basket. You were pretty tired, maybe going on your phone not even a moment after you woke up and when your brain was only half asleep was not the best idea you've had.

You went downstairs and into the kitchen, grabbing some cereal and pulling out your phone again, despite just admitting it was not the best idea to do. You couldn't help it, though. Eventually, there was another knock on the door, just as last time.

You sighed, 'It's like I have my own paparazzi...' as you opened the door, revealing the girl you met earlier and two other girls.

'Wendy and strangers... cool..?' You thought to yourself as you gave a small wave.

There was a girl slightly taller than Wendy and a blondie; she wore a red sweater and black leggings with black flats. Her hair was long and curly, and she had an excited smile on her face as she waved her hands in front of her face upon seeing you.

The other girl was a redhead wearing a black sweater and black leggings, and purple mittens. Her smile decorated her face, along with her cute little freckles that were slightly splashed around her cheeks and nose.

Wendy waved again and smiled, "Hey again, Newer Kid! Nice to see you again. My name's Wendy, and these two girls-" She motioned to the two girls, "-are my friends! The girl in red is Bebe, and the one in all black is Red!"

You nodded, "Oh, okay. My name is [Y/N]. Nice to meet you."

"Waah! You have such a pretty name, I hope we can be really great friends!" Bebe exclaimed, her hands clasped in front of her big chest. She was practically gleaming, her smile so bright it could rival the sun.

Red just nodded and smiled before adding, "Same here, you seem pretty cool."

"Well anyways, a little birdie told me that you've met both Team Stan and Craig and Those Guys?" Wendy asked, tilting her head as she looked up at you. You nodded.

"Yeah. They all kind of dragged me along as a 'tour,'" You explained, and Wendy and the other two girls looked at each other before nodding as if they were speaking telepathically.

"Okay, that's cool! You know Stan then, right?" Bebe said before Wendy clamped her hand over her mouth.

"Yes..?"

"Just ignore that!" Wendy smiled, her eye slightly twitching before she stuffed her hands into her pockets. "Let's go out! Us three, and we can go to the mall maybe? You up for it?" She offered, and just as quickly as it happened, her eye stopped twitching.

"Oh! Yeah, yeah, that'd be great!" Bebe said, excited as Red nodded.

"I wouldn't mind." Red agreed, and all that was left was you, three pairs of expectant eyes staring up at you as you mulled it over in your mind.

"Sure, I guess."

A happy cheer was heard from Bebe as the other two girls giggled happily, smiling.

'This doesn't seem like it'll be bad at all,' and you believed it this time. Can't be worse than yesterday, right?

Boy, were you wrong.

|| SWEET DREAMS, DARLING. ||