South Park One-Shots

It's What Makes You Human

Scott Tenorman x Reader

Some say she was the best thing that has ever happened to him. They call her his anchor, his voice of reason, his love. But to herself, she's just (Y/n). The girl who was crazy enough to take a chance on South Park's resident emotional wreck.

After the whole Chilli Con Carnival incident, Scott had skipped town. Only to come back a few years later and stake claim on his old house. His father, being a past Denver Bronco and all, had some financial savings to spare, so Scott tapped into it whenever he could. He never had to work, and was finally able to pay off what his insurance wouldn't cover for his braces to come off.

He tended to stay away from town whenever he could. Couldn't risk the run-ins with past friends, teachers, or... him...

For the most part, Scott had given up revenge. Don't get him wrong though, he hated his half-brother with all of his being, but there was nothing he could really do about it. (Y/n) mostly told him this.

(Y/n) was very dry and straight to the point. She never sugar coated the truth or brought things down to a lower level. She told it as it is. Which is something Scott appreciated. However, for all her chasteness, she had a soft side. She loved Scott for who he was.

She was there through the whole Radiohead incident and remembered the devastating rampage of Barbara Streisand a year ago. And she had the opportunity to tell Scott what was on her mind:

A couple of months ago, Scott had come back to town completely hellbent on getting Eric Cartman back once and for all by killing him. No elaborate plan, no traps, just him, Eric, a gun, and an empty bedroom. His insanity has taken him to new levels he thought unreachable. (Y/n) never particularly cared for the pudgy boy, but she didn't want to see him dead, so she told Scott what she thought. They were not dating at this time so it made no difference to her. She was just casually lounging and overheard his plan. Well, the whole town could have heard it considering he was practically storming down the street with his hands balled at his sides to the point where his knuckles were turning white from rage.

(Y/n) had known Scott to be very dedicated once his mind was set on a task, but this seemed dangerous. "Scott... you're back... I didn't even expect to see you again." She said as he stormed past her. He whipped around to face her and she saw it. The face of a mental man. His eyes were dilated to small specks of sand, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like he hadn't got a good night sleep since the incident a year ago. Lines were defining him. Making him appear forty instead of the sixteen year old boy he was. This wasn't healthy.

He wasn't healthy.

The sheer force of his new appearance made (Y/n) flinch and lose her words as he simply turned around and continued down the street.

Scott was a danger, and goddammit if (Y/n) wasn't going to at least try to reason with him.

She managed to catch up with him and placed a forceful hand on his shoulder. He spun around and grabbed her wrist with enough force to snap it right there, but held back. (Y/n) winced a bit but held her strong gaze. "Scott. What are you doing?" She urged him.

"(Y/n)." He said her name as if he was in a trance. The name had never sounded so good.

"I didn't ask for my name. I asked you what are you doing?" Her voice took on an edge. Scott was visibly agitated and he wasn't hiding it well. His eyes narrowed as he forcefully pushed her to the side, not enough to make her fall but enough to lose her balance.

"Leave me." He said. Scott had enough force in his voice to rival a roaring tiger, but (Y/n) wasn't ready to admit this yet.

"What are you going to do?" She asked.