𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; south park ☆

𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; pink skinned.

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"PIP?"
[E/C] eyes widened at the blue ones.

"mhm!! oh how glad I am to see you yes I am!"
Pip cheered, his body leaned down to the point where the tip of [Y/N]'s nose almost met his.

he reached his hands down and pulled them up, their stance wobbled before it steadied thanks to Pip, who stood and allowed the teen to hold onto him for stability.

"it's been a while! since, we've talked. alone."
[Y/N] nervously chuckled, their eyes switching from Pip's to the woods right behind them.

"y—yeah! Gregory got mad at me so I took a little walk! how are you doing this lovely night?"
Pip continued to hold onto [Y/N]'s hands as he leaned towards him with a toothy smile.

"uhh—"
[Y/N] tilted their head to the side, catching a glimpse of a zombie and and jumping with wide eyes

"GREAT! JUST PEACHY LETS GO."

Pip didn't have time to process when [Y/N] held onto his arm and dragged him away.

Pip's blue eyes looked down at [Y/N]'s hand on his arm, ignoring the panicked behavior of the teen. a smile grew on his face as he looked up at teen and started to admire the way their hair flowed against the wind as they ran.

"I have no clue where we are headed but alrighty!"
he answered enthusiastically as he continued to keep up with [Y/N]'s pace through the woods.

★彡

"IS THIS WHAT YOU REALLY
brought us for?"
Tolkien groaned, an unamused expression graced his worn—out features which still had a face mask on. considering he was doing skincare before Stan frantically called everyone he knew that was a super hero over at his place. and obviously Tolkien couldn't miss a skincare day.

Stan continued to hold out Tolkien's costume towards him with a frown.
"just take it! [Y/N] might be in trouble! oh and there's zombies."

"that's so not sigma."
Clyde comment. his nose covered by the makeshift nose mask he was wearing for his costume. giving him a nasally tone of voice almost like Craig's but more high pitched.

"Clyde shut the fuck up [Y/N]'s in trouble."

"GAH—! TOO MUCH PRESSURE! I CANT FIGHT ZOMBIES!!"
Tweek tried his best to keep his twitching under control and be normal like he always acted. but upon hearing the news about zombies— it broke his normal facade.

"Tweek. Y—you just n—need to relax. D—Da—daw—dawg."
Jimmy smiled, already in his flash—referencing costume.

"I CAN'T RELAX!! THERE'S ZOMBIES FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

"Shh! quiet it down! Shelly is up in her room with Kenny's brother

"ew..."

"well, let's go fight some zombie I guess."

"..."

"wait, where's Cartman?"

★彡

"[Y/N] WOULD YOU MIND
telling me why we are currently hiding in a bush?"

pip politely asked, glancing at [Y/N]'s side profile as he huddled close to then in the bush.

"shh."
they shushed.

"I think they're near."

Pip raised a brow, "pardon, but I don't get quite what your—"

then the blonde instantly was shut down by a groan. a drawn out groan that no way—shape or form— came from a human.

"oh dear."
Pip muttered with a shaky tone, the both of them glancing out of the leaves of the bush. making eye contact with a pink—skinned zombie. almost ignoring the group behind the bony creature.

"oh you've got to be fucking joking!"
[Y/N] cussed, their instinct was to search for a weapon but a gentle hand on their shoulder stopped any further action.

"wait."
Pip whispered, pointing out a finger at the leave's surrounding them, to a figure barely visible in the dark.

"who's there?!"
the voice warned. Damien Thorn.

both teenagers were shocked to see him so unfazed next to a couple of zombies. but it didn't take a genius to figure out that he was somehow connected to them. assuming by how they almost acted on his demanding tone.

some even stopped at the sound of his voice and some start to trail behind him.

"Damien?" [Y/N] questioned, looking over at Pip as if he had answers but the blonde only briefly shrugged.

Damien's red eyes searched through the woods like a predator. in a way he was, searching for the cause of the yell like it was his next meal. but after a few moments of utter silence (expect the zombies and the wind hardly rustling against the trees—) he continued on his way through the woods.

★彡

"THAT'S HARDCORE GOTH."
Micheal tapped his cigarette against the tray, almost congratulating Hernietta on her reading of an Edgar Allen Poe poem.

"that's how I feel. when my mom makes me do chores."
Hernietta sighed, her hands held up in the air with a cigarette and a book. her sad eyes looking down at the burgundy sheet in which the goths sat on.

Pete was physically with his group. but his mind was focused on something else. he had been thinking about a particular someone.

someone from his music, math and gym classes.

he had been keeping an eye on them for a while now. and ever since they first met in the bathroom. he's had this longing feeling in his heart. like he didn't feel complete unless he was in their presence.

Pete wasn't stupid. he knew this was a crush but it was hardcore goth of him. so he rather sit back and admire them like the work of art they are. plus, what they had was good right now. he didn't want to ruin that friendship yet.

his eyes wandered off along the trees. the park was mostly made up of woods. so why not appreciate how cute the trees look in the moonlight?

Pete was about to switch his brown eyes to the moon, before something brightly colored caught his attention.

Pete hates bright colors. they only looked good and you and everything else blinds his eye to even glance at.
but he didn't anyway. and he wasn't met with a unicorn with a beautiful mane and a sparkly horn.

but instead— a pink skinned zombie with hearts all over.

"so not goth..."

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