My New Best Friends: A South Park X Reader

Chapter 2: A Girl?!

Note:  (F/b) means favorite band
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All of the boys' mouths hit the floor. "A GIRL?!" They stutter in unison.
Feldspar nods. "Yes. A girl."
For a moment, there is silence. Then everyone starts talking at once.
"A girl?! What is she doing here?!" Cartman thunders.
"Uh, Eric, calm down now," Paladin Butters stutters.
"Craig! You can't just put your hands on a girl like that!" The Elf King shrieks.
"My Lord, please!" The knight shouts.
"Why not? I needed to check," Feldspar responds.
I sit there for a moment, listening to their arguments. Then I decide I have had enough. "Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!" I scream.
Everyone does indeed stop. "Feldspar, Craig, whatever you go by, untie me," I order. Craig obliges. I stand up and begin to walk around. "Okay, I'm going to be honest. I have no idea what's going on. My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I just moved in, and my mom wanted me to go outside, so I was walking around, and then one of you  threw a stick at me."
All eyes turn to Paladin Butters, who smiles sheepishly. "Uh, oops."
"Anyways, I then decide to keep the stick. But Craig and Paladin Butters capture me, knock me out, and bring me to Kupa Keep, where Cartman tries to get me to join him on the quest for the stick. When Cartman finds out I don't want to, he assumes I am a thief for the elves and brings me out here, where I assume he tries to use as blackmail, bribery and/or ransom."
"Ey!" Cartman shouts.
"I don't know what I was pulled into, or who any of you are, but I do know that somebody needs to start explaining. Now."
The knight steps forward. "My name is Stan Marsh. That is Butters Stotch, this is Kyle Broflovski, this is Craig Tucker, and over there, as you already know, is Eric Cartman."
Stan shakes my hand, then gestures to each boy in turn. "We are playing a game called The Stick of Truth. Cartman is the Grand Wizard King of the Kingdom of Kupa Keep, otherwise known as the KKK. Kyle is the High Jew Elf, who leads the elves in the forest. We are fighting for the Stick of Truth, whichlegend says to have unimaginable power. The others are thieves, mages, Paladins, or, like me, Ranger Stan Marshwalker, rangers."
I nod my head. "Well, I would enjoy taking part in this game, if you will allow me to."
Kyle raises his club. "We shall discuss amongst ourselves. Meet us at 12:00pm tomorrow at Stark's Pond. We will send a guide to your home."
"Okay. It's the only gray one on the street, can't miss it."
"Well, we have to get home now. See ya, (Y/n)," Stan waves.
"Bye," I call and race home.

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"Hon, it's time to get up."
My mom shakes me awake. "Mom? Where are we?"
"We're in South Park," Mom laughs. "We moved here yesterday."
"Well, that would explain why I'm sleeping on the floor."
"Alright sweetie, we need to get up. We have a lot of unpacking to do today."
"That's great, but can I leave at twelve? My new friends invited me to the pond. One of them will come over and guide me," I explain.
"Of course. Now, let's get CRACKIN'!"

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We finish unpacking and decorating most of the house. My room is painted (F/c) with (S/f/c) trim, and has posters of (F/b) and (F/f). I think it looks pretty good. Someone knocks at the door. I look at my clock. 12:00, it reads. "BYE MOM!" I call out.
Racing down the steps, I grasp the handle and nearly rip the door out of its hinges, startling my guide. He bows down.
I blush and giggle. "And to who do I owe the pleasure of my company?"
The boy lifts his head, telling me that he is, in fact...