Starless nights | a South Park Style fanfiction

• Chapter 2 •

"Hey," Stan pokes the hellhound with one finger, "Hey," he repeats while poking even harder, "Wake up. I want to see your eyes."

It doesn't wake up.

Stan frowns. "Awh dude. Stop acting dead." He shakes the hound, "You look perfectly fine to me."

Finally, the brown creature lifts its head slowly, blinking up at the demon in curiosity.

Stan gasps and a wide grin spreads across his face. His tail flicks from side to side eagerly as he cheers out a small, "Hell yeahh!"

The hound in front of him has beautiful pale blue eyes and rounded pupils. A male, much to Stan's relief.

"We're gonna be best friends." He declares, almost shaking in excitement.

The hound barks, flashing his sharp teeth at Stan. The demon only grins wider.

"My name's Stan." He says and slowly extends a hand out to let the hound sniff him. "You need a name too."

• Seven years later •

The 17 year old demon laughs and leans his back against Sparky's chest, lifting his arms up in a long stretch.

Stan had opted to calling him a dog instead of hellhound. Partially because the other hounds don't welcome him in his pack, and because Randy doesn't think he deserves to be referred to as hell's most vicious animal. And that's fair, Sparky isn't really much of a fighter.

Sparky huffs out a breath of air, a deep growl rumbling in his chest.

"Oh I'm sorry," Stan rolls his eyes while turning to look at the dog's face. "Am I not allowed to take a rest after working my ass off?"

Sparky huffs again, looking away from the demon's eyes as if offended.

Stan scoffs and playfully punches the dog's side. "You're right. I didn't work that much." He admits with another laugh.
Sparky can't talk, of course, but he doesn't need to for Stan to understand everything he means.

Sparky is admittedly the only reason Stan hasn't made an attempt at escaping hell. He has thought of it more times than he can count, but it would be reckless and selfish to leave the dog behind.

Take him with? Yeah, that's also something he's thought of multiple times. But this dog isn't normal; couldn't possibly fit in on earth. It's simple for Stan to tuck in his tail and put on a beanie to hide his demonic features. It's not as easy to disguise a dog the size of a car.

"Don't give me that look." Stan narrows his eyes at the dog's icy blue eyes. "What?" He adds in an offended tone.

Sparky just grunts, huffing air out of his snout and staring back at the demon.

"No, I was not." Stan crosses his arms like the pouty teenager he is.

Sparky tilts his head.

"Okay fine! Yes I was thinking about Earth, why do you care?"

Sparky blinks slowly and brings his large tail to wrap around the demon's shoulders.

"We're not going to earth, Sparky, it's just a stupid dream that won't come true, okay?" Stan puts his hand over the fluffy tail, running his fingers through the soft fur.

The dog lets out a low bark, as if protesting.

"Where would we even go? I don't know how to survive on earth, let alone hide everything unnatural about us. Especially you. Your size isn't something I can simply cover with clothing."

Sparky paws at the ground making faint claw marks. He seems to really want this. And Stan doesn't blame him. Hell is... well; hell. He's always heard stories about earth and how beautiful it is there. Water is something he desperately wants to see. Invisible liquid? That doesn't sound real.

Well, yeah, there's the war between angels and demons but couldn't there be a place with peace? As big as it is, surely there could be a safe place for a demon and his huge dog?

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Stan and Sparky's conversations may be confusing, but they both understand each other even if they don't speak each others language.. yk? :,)