Cool headed ||South Park X Reader||

Dead, dead, dead.

I woke up finding myself in my own bed with Stan... Well, sort off. He kinda missed the bed since only his torso was laying at to foot of the bed. We were pretty stoned yesterday. At some point, I thought I had superpowers. I even just dreamed about it. Because of the necklace, I can see people's future actions if I kiss them on the forehead, yeah right? Right?... I could... find out? I looked at Stan. Fuck it. I went to kiss Stan on the forehead. I had a vision of opening my eyes and seeing myself. I mean Stan's eyes. "[Y/N]?" a sleepy voice said. Stan was looking at me. I woke him up... I looked at him with wide eyes. "Did you just kiss my forehead?" He squinted his eyes. "Gaaaaah, good morning to you too," you immediately got up. Stan chuckled.

You looked at your phone. "6 PM?!" I shouted. "What? You're kidding," Stan asked drowsy. He looked at his phone. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped. He rubbed his face with both hands and looked at me while still pulling his under eyelids down. I just dead ass stared at him.

After we 'got ready for the day', we cooked some pasta (you know the one with pesto and mozzarella, etc.). "How did you get to hang out with goths?" I asked Stan. I was wondering this the whole time since I met Michael, Henrietta, Kirkle, and Pete. "Well, somewhere in the past I wasn't doing too well. Short version, I was suffering from depression, I think. Kyle noticed so he said I should hang out with people who felt the same. He suggested the goths. Haha... I even made a goth persona. Can you believe it? Hahaha. I was called Raven for a bit! But yeah... The goths and I found out we got along pretty fine. So I turned back from the goth phase and kept being friends with them," Stan explained while looking at the ground the whole time, sometimes glimpsing a look. "Raven?!" I shouted while laughing so hard I swear I could've had a six-pack. I tried to stop laughing and said "I am sorry. For having to go through such a hard time," I placed my hand on his arm. He looked at me with a relaxed look and cupped his hand over mine "It's fine now. And hey, if you ever feel very down or anything, you can always hit me up," my heart started pounding faster "Thank you," I said while looking back at him.

It was already 9 PM and Stan just left. I was sitting on the couch, thinking about the whole future vision thing. I went upstairs. It was so insane that I saw things before they even happened. Kinda superhero-like... What power does Mysterion have? Does he even have a power? Pete even claimed indirectly that he came back from the death. But then again he was high... Who is this Mysterion guy? I was dead set on finding out who it was. I made a pinboard with all the material I could find about him and every boy in town... But maybe he wasn't from around here. I looked at myself in the mirror. I stared into my own eyes. I frowned and my mouth opened. I sprinted to my closet, to a bag. In the past, I prepared a Halloween costume once. No one was allowed to see it, not even my parents so I put it in this bag, but then the party got canceled and I never got to wear it so it stayed in the bag for all this time... There it is! Looked inside. There was an inside of the bag. I put it all on and I made the wig into two buns. I might pull this off. (The bottom of the mask ended below my nose just above the mouth.)

I made a plan to go outside and challenge Mysterion. So I can discover his identity... and have some fun, to be honest. Admit it, it's fun to fuck with people. So I went into town. "MYSTERION?! WHERE ARE YOU?" I shouted. In the meantime, I was choosing my superhero name. I searched a few things on the internet. At first, I wanted something like the butterfly effect, but that sounded lame as a superhero name. So I translated it into Latin; Papilio... Also lame. Then I went to search for the future, but I didn't like that as well... So I went for wisdom because I know more than everyone when I kiss someone on the forehead. But wisdom sounded... you guessed it... lame. So I translated it into Latin. 'Sapientia,' came out of the translator. It had a feminine tone and it basically said what I'm about.

After half an hour of shouting, I heard a deep, raspy voice "What do you want," I looked behind me it was Mysterion, and he looked annoyed. I got nervous. I never did this thing before. I cleared my throat. I walked toward him, but he didn't do anything. I gave him a peck on the cheek. "Who are you? You want to team up or what's this about?" He asked but when he finished his sentence he could feel my knuckles thrusting against his jaw. I did quite a lot of damage. I felt bad, but also kind of great. He tried to hit me back, but I obviously dodged. I kissed his jaw "Here maybe it'll soften the pain," I grunted.

Suddenly we heard a bang. It was some robbers who tried to rob an ATM. Nice, I could make this into some caper. I ran towards the robbers. Mysterion tried to kick me, but I let him trip by twisting his leg. "My name's Sapientia by the way," I said before leaving him. I arrived at the robbers. They were putting money in bags. I had to kiss them on the mouth because they were wearing hoods. I took a few punches doing this, but it was worth it since I could grab the bag of money and leave. The only problem was that Mysterion arrived. He tried to punch me but I dodged and kissed him again. In my vision, I saw the robber holding a gun against Mysterions' head and pulling the trigger. "Mysterion, don't go there!! You'll get shot!!!" He looked at me making a pshh sound with his mouth. "It's not the fucking first time," Then he walked towards the robbers. He knocked two out and cuffed them. It was checkmate. The third robber let him sit on his knees. "Any last words?" Mysterion looked at him and ate the keys from the cuffs. He looked at me and winked. He then got shot.

I woke up in my bed again. I grabbed my phone as fast as I could... 10 AM... I got up. When I wanted to walk out of my room, I tripped. When I got up, I saw what I tripped over. It was... a bag. Just like the one from my dream. Okay, if there was money inside it wasn't a dream, and... Mysterion would be dead, dead... dead. I opened the bag. I put my hand to my mouth. Tears started welling up in my eyes. No... I put on some clothes and I ran downstairs to put on the local news. They mentioned the robbers, but nothing about Mysterion dying. However, I don't remember him dying. I only remember the vision of him dying. And if he really did die... His identity would be revealed... or not because of privacy laws. The news also said that the money the robbers stole was nowhere to be found. "Did Mysterion flee the scene with the money? We don't know," said the newsreader. I mumbled: "The money... Fuck."

Authors note: It was a short one but I hope you enjoyed :)