Goth Kids 4:Emo Revival~A South Park/Goth Kids Fanfic

Chapter 15-Savior

Since Michael was gone, Stan had been fighting. It worries me. I don't want him to end up like Michael. I think back to his pale skin, the trench coat he wore, the way he crushed out his cigarettes, his hooked nose that matched his lined eyes, his lips, oh so soft, his kisses so innocent, the side he had that only I saw. A tear began to slip down my face, and I quickly brushed it away. I had only knew him for a mere three months, and I'm having his child. The worst part is, he won't be there to see it. I shake my head and stand up. Whatever. I need to stop thinking about the past. Stan will take care of us. Michael will always be remembered as a friend, a boyfriend, a soon to be father, a savior. I have to tough this out. For Stan, for Michael, for the Goths, but mostly, for the baby.

About that time Stan enters the room, and I jump in shock, as I come out of deep thought. Luckily, he didn't notice. "Hey babe." Stan smiles wide, holding something behind his back. I smile a little. "Hey..whatcha got?" He continues to smile and places a backpack in front of me. "Open it." I bend down and zip open the bag, and almost gasp. "FIRKLE!" I scream, taking him into my arms. I'm honestly surprised that he hugged back, and even cracked a smile. "I'm alive, thanks to Stan." He jumps out of the backpack and stretches. "Make yourself at home, pal." Stan chuckles, walking over to stand by me. "Henrietta is in the Emo's interrogation chambers. We need to rescue her." Firkle sighs, flipping his hair like Pete does. "Woah buddy, we have to take it slow." Stan says calmly. "What about the others?" Firkle asks. Stan looks at me, and I sigh. "Look Firk, shit's went down since you've been locked up. Pete's fine, for now. Michael...is not." Firkle gasps. "Is he..?" "Dead." I finish off. Firkle falls to the floor. I can hear sobs coming from him, something I never expected to see, because according to him, he can't feel pain. I slowly move over to him and bend down, wrapping him in a hug. Stan joins in. We stay like that for a while. Stan finally breaks apart. "We'll when this. For Michael!" "For Michael!" Firkle and I repeat, throwing our fists up in the air. "End the Emos!" Another voice adds in. We all spin around to see the ghost of Edgar Allan Poe. Stan glares. "Go to hell!" I guess he remembered the letter. I quickly cup my hand over his mouth. "Shut up Stan, he's late, but he's here." "Cmon you putrid Goth wanna be's, we have some Emos to crush...And I've brought a friend along with me." "Is it John Cena?" Stan asks, being sarcastic. "Uh, no." "Patrick Swayze?" Firkle asks. "Uh no, but he can dance." "The Rock?" Kyle chimes in from nowhere. Edgar sighs and face palms. "Look boys, no worries, as my friend is the master of insults..."