The town full of devils [South Park x male reader]

Chapter 9: lunch

It's finally lunch! I'm so hungry. I made some rice and chicken as lunch food. Father only has time to make me food in the morning and in the evening. So I have to make lunch food myself, but it's fine. I like to cook anyway. I guess I inherited it from him. I sit down at my usual place. When I saw a group of kids leave the cafeteria with coffee. The others told me they had something to work on in the labs, so I'm by myself for lunch today. I decided I'm gonna follow those teens. Since I have nothing to do. I went out of the cafeteria. While walking, I checked if I still had my cigarettes with me. As I felt it, I gave a happy nod to myself. I kept following the teens. They are wearing black clothing. It reminds me of gothic clothes. My favourite cousin wears gothic clothes. She's a very chill person, and she doesn't call me a conformist knowing I hate those people as well. The teens went through the back door. I've been back there before, taking a smoke break. I walked out of the door as soon as I did that all of them turned to me. "Who the fuck are you?" Asked a teen with curly black hair. He wears a brown uniform with a white stripe around, long grey pants, along with brown boots. "I'm (Y/N) Underwood. It's a pleasure to meet you all." I said with a monotone voice. He looked me up and down. Probably not sure if I'm a conformist or not. "I'm no conformist. My cousin is a goth like you four are." They looked at me shocked, not thinking I could have guessed it that well, what they were trying to figure out. "I'm Michael." Said the male I checked out earlier. "I'm Pete." The teen has black hair with a red highlight. He wears an untucked dark-grey dress shirt, black pants, and a silver bolo tie with a red jewel in the centrer. "I am Henrietta," the girl is wearing a black dress with a cross necklace, she has black fingerless gloves, her nails are painted black. The shortest from them all, also the youngest. He wears a black trench coat, black pants, and black shoes. "My name is Frickel." Said the boy. I take out my cigarettes and put one in my mouth. I light it with my lighter and take some puffs from it. "You smoke?" Asked a familiar voice with a small lisp. "Hey Craig. Yeah, I smoke a bad habit of mine. I picked it up from my uncle." I answered, looking towards the door. "Can I borrow your lighter?" Wondered Craig. I hand him my lighter, and he lits his cigarette. I went back inside, leaving Craig and the goths behind. I walk towards my locker and take out my math books. As I begin to walk to class, Kyle runs towards me from behind, screaming my name and saying I should wait for him. I slowed down so he could easily catch up to me. We walked to class together, not saying a word.
School is finally over! As I was walking out of the school entrance. Clyde came running after me. "Hey (Y/N)! Tolkien said I should give you this." As he said that, he takes out an envelope. "It's an invitation for his weekly party." He hands me the envelope and smiled at me. "I hope I see you there." He said with a bright smile. "Sure, I'll come to the party." I answered with a small smile. "Great! It's tomorrow! See ya there." He screams, running off to his house. "See you there, Clyde."