The Curious Incident of the Anti-Christ [Dip](DamienxPip){South Park}

Chapter 4- Pip's POV

We did 'converse' in algrebaa, and OH MY GOD HE IS THE MOST INTERESTING THING TO HAPPEN TO ME SINCE I FOUND OUT THAT THEY CALL CHIPS FRIES IN AMERICA.

I've become a bit of a fangirl, I suppose. 

But I have good reasoning.

We are going to have a playdate at my house! It's the first I've ever had! I wonder what we'll do.

Other reasons include:

He talks differently than everyone in America, and even though it's English he's speaking, I've begun to question if Damien if even from an English speaking country. I've never heard an accent like his ever.

He is obviously intelligent, but he is also slightly naive.

Damien is mysterious, but I kind of like it. I can only hope he opens up eventually, though.

And here he is.

Oh... this doesnt look good.

"Damien? What are you doing? Tweek? Are you alright?"

Damien blankly stared at me.

"Hel...p... Pip..."

Damien lets go of his hair and he falls on the ground.

This is when I scream.

I try my best to pick him up.

"Help me, Damien!" I yell.

Damien looks calm and as if this was an every-day thing.

Tweek screamed again.

"What happened?" I ask.

"HE T-TRIED TO KILL ME!"

"No I didn't."

"IT'S -GAH!- IT'S OUT I SWEAR! IT'S OUT OF ME! PLEASE!"

He placed two fingers on Tweek's forehead.

"I know."

"Help me carry him! I'm about to drop him!"

With ease Damien picks him up.

"Where is the nurses office? I think he needs a lot of Tylenol."

"OR COFFEE! COFFEE IS NICE!"

"Or coffee." Damien states.

Tweek passes out after that.

The nurse took him straight to the  ER. 

Damien got pissed off, saying he needed to go with him, he needed to ask Tweek some questions.

The nurse said he'd have to wait, that he wasn't an emergency contact, so he'd have to wait until Tweek showed up in school.

Damien demanded to know his emergency contacts, there was only Craig Tucker. Weird. I would've thought Tweek would put his mum and dad.

Suppose not.

"Damn thing got away." Damien mutters.

"Tweek?"

"No."

"What got away then?"

He doesn't answer.

"Are you still coming to my house?"

He nods slowly.

"Do you think we should get to our next class?"

He nods again.

"May I see your schedule?"

He pulls it out from his back pocket, since he didn't have a backpack on, and hands it to me.

"Oh, Damien! We have almost every class together! All but three!"

"What's next?" Not sounding actually curious at all.

We start walking on the direction to the class on the sheet.

"Mhmm, this one sounds interesting! Cultural religious studies! Cool, right Damien?"

Just before his foot touched the inside of the room, he stopped.

"I'll see you later, okay?"

"No, I'm in this class too-"

"Exactly, I'm not in this class, I can't go in. Goodbye for now." He sounded frightened. But there he goes again, swaggering off.

Why would he be scared? There wasnt much to be scared of in there, all there is was a nice looking teacher who is obviously for Jesus, she has a few crosses around the room and a few students who didn't look too mean.

What is with this interesting boy, and his mysterious ways to draw me in?