Back to 15 | South Park x M!Reader

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𝒜𝓉 𝟥𝟢,  𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒𝒹 𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝟣𝟧 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹.

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August 28th, 2029
5pm

You never thought life would turn out like this. Thirty years old, unemployed, stuck in a filthy one-bedroom apartment, and of course, single. The sound of car horns intrudes your thoughts as you sigh in exhaustion. Another boring day in New York.

Tonight, like so many others, you find yourself alone, lying on your couch, your laptop glowing in the dim light of your living room. Out of sheer boredom, you open up X on your phone, scrolling through the timeline. Suddenly, one of the tweets catches your attention.

"Does anyone still use Tumblurr??"

Feeling nostalgic, you open your browser on your laptop, typing in Tumblurr.com/EpicY/N_2014.

The website loads slowly, almost as if it's waking up from a long sleep. The old interface appears, and there it is — years of thoughts, dreams, rants, and memories frozen in time. You scroll through the posts, cringing and laughing at your 15 year old self.

Then, a picture catches your eye — you, at 15, surrounded by your all of your friends back at South Park, smiling like you had all the time in the world. You sigh, wishing you could go back and warn your past self, and maybe do things differently.

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29th of August, 2029
7:30am

You wake up to the blaring sound of your phone's ringtone. Blinking in confusion, you realize you fell asleep on the couch . Groaning, you reach for your phone, wincing at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Y/N WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" The voice on the other end is frantic. It's Kyle.

You sit abruptly, your brain still processing what's going on.
"Um.. in my apartment?"

A loud silence echoes through the line.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE IN YOUR APARTMENT?! DID YOU FORGET WHAT DAY IS TODAY?" Kyle's voice is now a piercing shout, making you hold the phone away from your ear. "You are Stan's best man! We've been trying to call you since last week and you're just chilling in your apartment?! IN NEW YORK?!"

Panic floods over you as the reality of the situation hits. You start remembering the wedding invitation you'd completely forgot about. "Oh my- The wedding! I completely lost track of time I'm so sorry, I-" you try to explain yourself.

"Sorry? That's it? How could you forget something so important?" Kyle cuts you off. "Stan's has been- all of us have been counting on you. How could you?"

His accusation stings. You try one last time to explain yourself. "I swear, I-" he cuts you off again, his voice dripping in sarcasm. "Stan has been like a brother to you, and this is how you treat him?"

Your actions weigh heavily on you. You know you've let them down, and it's unforgivable. The silence is almost deafening, until Kyle breaks it with a sigh. "I can't believe we're even having this conversation, I thought we could count on you, Y/N. But clearly, we thought wrong."

Before you can say anything, he cuts the call, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The room feels smaller, the walls almost closing in. The enormity of what you missed sinks in, and you realize that you let everyone down.

You decide to revisit your Tumblurr, hoping to find some comfort in the nostalgia of your blog.

Scrolling through your past posts, you come across another one, a picture you took of your bedroom back in South Park. The timestamp marked 15 year ago.

If only you could go back and warn your former self to appreciate every single moment of your teenage years more, to not take your friends for granted. But life doesn't work that way, and here you are, alone and facing the consequences.

Without realizing it, your hand drifts to the log in section. You slowly type your username and password.

USERNAME

EpicY/N_2014

PASSWORD

onedirectionsnumberonefan123

...

The screen flickers and a strange sensation overwhelms you. You feel dizzy and disoriented as the room around you blurs and glitches.

When the world comes back to focus, you find yourself not in your apartment, but in your old bedroom from 2014, the One Direction poster on the wall, the familiar smell, and even the outdated furniture — everything is just as you remembered it.

What a weird realistic dream.

As you look around, your gaze falls on your old computer, which is bizarrely logged into Tumblurr. The page displayed is the very post you were viewing before, marked with a new timestamp: 'Posted 1 day ago'

To your surprise, your computer is blasting 'Story of my life' at full volume. You glance at the date in the corner of the screen. It clearly reads:

August 30, 2014
7:30am

Before you can fully absorb the information, you hear loud banging on your door. "Y/N! If you make me late to school on the first day I'll never forgive you! And turn off that song!" The clear voice of your older sister, Annie, comes through, her impatience evident.

Your heart races as you try to make sense of this situation. This dream is too realistic.

As you quickly open the door to your sister you try to hide your worried face. "Sorry, I'm up now! I'll be ready in a minute."

She huffs but walks away, giving you a moment to collect your thoughts. You realize today is the first day of school, so you quickly get ready.

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The walk to school is filled with a strange sense of Deja vu. Every step you take is familiar and brings you a flood of memories.

You walk slowly alongside you sister. "Did you forget how to walk or what?"

"Oh my god! The bus stop I used to wait on when I was younger! It's still there!" You say pointing.

"Yeah, it's still there. It's been there for like.. forever." your sister rolls her eyes.

You continue to notice even the small changes around you, your heart racing with how genuine this experience feels. Everything is just as you remembered, only it's happening right now.

Your sister's irritation grows. "Seriously, Y/N, what's going on? You're acting like you've never seen South Park before."

You snap out of your daze and look at her. "Sorry.. I just didn't realize how much I missed this place."

".. you've lived here all your life."

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