South park x Reader Alive or dead?

Chapter 20~ Why did you say it?

Kyle's POV

As she ran out the room I immediately regretted ever coming down here. "Y/n!" I yelled after as I went down the stairs to the front door, Stan was already on his way out the door when he turned towards me quickly. "Why the hell did you do that?!?" He asked coldly, he stared at me with an intense stare which I have never seen before. "I-I don't know." I quietly mumbled out. I took a step around him and ran out the door, racing down the street looking only at the ground where her foot prints were.

"Kyle!" Stan called from behind me, I was still running as hard as I could to find Y/n. Her foot prints were starting to fade so it was getting even harder to look for her. "Stan I need to find her." I stopped to let Stan catch up and as he did he swung his right fist straight to my face. I stumbled back from surprise and shock that my best friend would hit me. I looked up to see Stan pissed off. "Why did you do that to her?!?!" He yelled letting his voice roar to a high tone. I stared slightly shocked but more taken back then anything. "You hit me, what the hell." I looked at Stan who was looking at me with a hatred in his eyes.

"You hurt her." He said pointing to me with his index finger. "I hurt her?" I asked, I didn't believe it she ran off because she didn't want me knowing, she was afraid of what I was gonna say.

"I would never hurt her in a million years!" I yelled loudly so he could hear my voice, he stared at me as he spoke, "I love her more then you would ever!" I took a step back unable to catch anything else happening around us. "that's a lie," I said softly but got louder as I continued. "that's a lie because you said you loved Wendy and you broke up with her!" He looked taken aback from my outburst.

"Stop," A voice cried from beside me, I never even noticed someone was there. "stop fighting." she cried out looking from Stan to me. I took in a deep breath and looked at Y/n who was in tears looking at the both of us. "I don't want this." She breathed out, Stan took a step towards her but she took a step back. "I don't even want anyone to get hurt." She wrapped her arms around herself as she let herself cry. At that moment I wanted to run up to her and hold her but I knew I shouldn't, not the way she was.

"we're sorry." I whispered to her, I looked back to Stan to see him nodding along with me on my words. "No, just please stay away from me." Y/n cried out. She turned on her heels before I could even react and ran, far away from where she was standing a moment ago.

Y/n's POV

I cried as I ran fast. I couldn't take it, everyone was being so kind but why be kind if you could die from being that? I couldn't bear the thought so I continued to run, just run away from the world. I told myself.

I smacked into someone hard and it sent the person and I falling to the ground, landing me on top of them. "Well this is a nice meeting, I mean if you really wanted to get close you could of told me." I looked down to see Clyde underneath me chuckling slightly. One of my tears fell from my face and onto his. "What's wrong?" Clyde looked up to me with worried eyes and I couldn't help but stare at those chocolate brown eyes. "Nothing, my life's just perfect." I faked a smile and sat up from my spot on top of him so I was straddling him.

"Sorry." I said under my breath and was begging to move but he grabbed my hand and held me there. "You don't have to move." He looked up from his eyelashes and straight into my eyes, it sent a shiver down my spine and up my spine again leaving goosebumps all over my body. "Why?" I asked while my voice cracked through the words.

He smiled softly and replied, "Because you are just so cute." My cheeks turned a red and I closed my eyes savoring the moment. "I'm not cute." I said softly reopening my eyes to see Clyde still staring at me through his eyelashes and his smile still on his face. It was quite adorable. . . .

"yeah your right, your far from cute." I turned away from him and looked up to the sky, it was a midnight color and a beautiful one of that. "Why were you crying?" Clyde asked grabbing hold of my chin and bringing it down so my face faced him. "Because," I couldn't stand telling him about it like I told Stan, I mean Kyle did over hear it and anyone could be listening.

"Because why?" Clyde let go of my chin and brought his thumbs across my face where my tears had been. "Because of this problem." I tried to turn away from him but he kept my chin firmly in place. "You can tell me," Clyde said with a warming smile placed on his lips. "I won't bite." I laughed softly and looked up to him, "But you could hate." I turned away from him as I said that not wanting to see his face and what it looks like from what I just said. "I could never hate anything you did." Clyde leaned back on his hands and sat up straight.

"Well, I sorta-" I stopped my words hearing the familiar voice of Kyle and Stan calling out for me. I tightened my back slightly looking to where the noise was heard from. "Kyle and Stan." I breathed out shaking my head, I was starting to get up from my seat before Clyde grabbed my hand. "What's going on?" with a question glance he turned his attention to where the noises were becoming louder. "I can't tell you here, I can't see them, I don't wanna see them." I finished my sentence by getting up and starting my way towards my house. A second later footsteps were heard to my right.

Clyde's POV

I couldn't help but smile. Thinking about walking with Y/n was making me happy but I was also troubled about Stan and Kyle, what could they have wanted with Y/n? I looked at her as we walked towards her home. I wanted to start a conversation but she seemed so tense and scared, scared of what? I don't know but I wanna find out. . . . . I wanna find out so deeply.

"Come in." I looked up to see Y/n having the look open and allowing me inside first. I took a step inside taking in the scent of her motel room, why wasn't she with her family? I looked to Y/n to see her looking to the ground with a sad look on her face, but it was also very distant as if she was hiding something she wanted to say so badly.