Third person POV:
The scene opens with a view of Stan's house. The house looks much the same as it always does, except for It being a cloudy day and a few orange leaves scattered across the lawn. The wind slightly started to gain speed as it gently stirs the leaves, lifting them momentarily into the air before they drift in a new direction.
The scene slowly pans closer to the house, moving through the window and into the cozy confines of the living room. Randy Marsh sits slouched on the couch, a beer in hand, his eyes stuck on the screen in front of him, as he flips aimlessly through the channels on the TV. His brow furrows in frustration as each channel reveals nothing of interest just a barrage of advertisements, bland sitcoms, and mind-numbing children's cartoons.
Just as Randy is about to give up, he decides to check on the news channel, where a generic blue "Breaking News" graphic flashes across the screen.
"This is South Park Breaking News," the anchor announces, his voice carrying the feeling of someone who has delivered this line a thousand times. The screen cuts to the newsroom, where the anchor sits at his desk with an uncaring smile, a large screen behind him displaying a photo of the nearby woods. A ticker scrolls continuously at the bottom of the screen, reading: "Three bodies of campers found dead in the woods, drained of blood and missing organs?"
The anchor, Tom, begins to speak with that typical news anchor tone. "There are some shocking developments in South Park today. It appears that three campers were found dead in the nearby woods, but what makes this discovery particularly disturbing is the condition of the bodies. Authorities report that all of their blood, along with some of their organs, has been mysteriously removed."
"This isn't the first time such an incident has occurred," Tom continues. "Some of you may recall that four months ago, two hikers went missing. Their bodies were discovered two weeks later, severely decomposed and shriveled, as if their insides had been extracted." He pauses, for a second. "What's more unsettling is that these occurrences have been happening for several years now, though never this close to the town."
Tom's voice takes on a slightly more upbeat tone as he transitions. "But for more details, we now go live to Chris, who is on the scene."
The screen switches to a live feed of Chris, who stands on a deserted road just outside the woods in question. The trees behind him are tinged with the same autumn hues as the leaves on Stan's lawn, and the wind rustles through them softly. Yellow police tape flutters in the breeze, cordoning off the area. Several police cars are parked nearby, their lights flashing, and a few officers mill about, keeping watch over the scene.
Chris stands awkwardly for a moment, seemingly unaware that the camera is already rolling. Once he realizes, he quickly straightens up and begins his report. "Thank you, Tom. I'm here at the edge of the woods where police have discovered the bodies of the three individuals earlier today. Their identities have not yet been released, but authorities have confirmed that an animal, also drained of blood, was found nearby."
He gestures toward the trees behind him, with a fake smile that he always seems to have. "Police are urging residents to avoid the woods until they can determine what's happening. While they assure the public that there is no immediate danger and dismiss any speculation of a serial killer, they have not ruled out the possibility that this could be related to an illegal organ harvesting operation."
"For now, authorities are treating the area as a crime scene, and they're working to uncover more about this unsettling situation. Back to you, Tom," Chris concluded, his voice trailing off as he stood silently, awaiting the camera's cut.
The broadcast switched back to Tom, who blinked with a slightly blank expression before snapping back into his anchor persona. "Thank you, Chris. Now on to our next story: Is your teenager getting high at school with cat urine? The truth may shock you," Tom announced, his tone dramatically heightened.
Randy watched the screen, momentarily lost in thought. The mention of kids getting high on cat pee triggered a sudden memory from years ago, when the whole town was in an uproar over the bizarre trend. Cats were temporarily banned from households, much to the dismay of pet owners. Randy's son was just a kid back then, but the chaos it caused was unforgettable.
Before Randy could giggle about memories of his friend apologizing to everyone, he heard Sharon's voice calling from the kitchen. "Hey! Randy, can you help me out with the apple pie?" she shouted from the kitchen.
Randy turned his head toward the kitchen and called back, "Is there a special occasion you're making apple pie for?"
Sharon's voice came back, louder and clearer. "The new neighbors just moved into the house next door, and I want to give them a welcoming gift."
"Oh, okay, Sharon." Randy responded, placing his beer bottle on the floor and pushing himself off the couch. He left the TV on, the sound of the news anchor's voice fading into the background as he made his way into the kitchen to help Sharon.
As Randy disappeared into the kitchen, the scene transitions to the outskirts of the woods, as it slowly pans into the forest. The trees were packed tightly together, their branches intertwining to form a thick canopy that blocked most of the sunlight. The forest floor was littered with leaves and twigs, the sounds of birds chirping the only sign of life.
Suddenly, the quiet and peaceful noises of nature was interrupted by the sound of twigs snapping underfoot and leaves crunching as a figure emerged from the shadows. In the distance, it look like they were dressed in all black, except for a green hat, the figure walked with a deliberate pace, humming a soft tune to himself. As he came into view his outfit was more visible. he wore a fancy red shirt with a white tie, pinned with a small golden emblem. Draped over his shoulders was a black cape that fluttered lightly with each step.
For his actual appearance he had dark green eyes that he only opened for a moment to look at the birds singing, his skin was pretty pale, dotted with a few freckles across his cheeks, and a head of blood red hair. Despite the seemingly treacherous terrain, he navigated the forest floor with ease, his eyes closed as if he knew the path by heart, never once stumbling or bumping into a tree.
He continued his walk through the woods, humming his tune, until he finally paused, opening his eyes with a sigh. "Not many people are venturing into the woods these days," he muttered, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "If this keeps up, I might have to visit the town, not just for entertainment, but for food as well."
His lips curled into a faint scowl as he contemplated the inconvenience. "But that's going to waste some of my precious free time," he grumbled, already annoyed the prospect of replacing his leisure with the hunt for food.
He resumed his walk, venturing deeper into the forest until he reached the edge of a rushing river. Without breaking his stride, he began to float, effortlessly gliding across the water. He landed gracefully on the other side, his feet touching down softly on the forest floor. Without hesitation, he continued toward his destination, the forest growing darker and more ominous around him as he slowly disappears from sight.
(Thats the end of this chapter, until next time have a great day/night)
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A sweet taste with crimson fangs
General Fiction(South Park Vampire AU) Stan was just an ordinary boy living in the small town of South Park. He went to school, hung out with his friends, and enjoyed the simple pleasures of life. But everything changed when a series of strange coincidences began...
