Y/n L/n is the new kid in South Park, along with her brother Tyler, that everyone calls Douchebag. While Tyler is out with his friends almost every day, Y/n chooses to sit back and listen to his stories. When her new friend, Jimmy, gets her to join...
I was laughing my ass off. A bunch of kids from South Park High were standing in Kyle's backyard, dressed like elves. Kyle sat in a makeshift throne, and Stan and Jimmy stood on either side of him. All three of them had elf ears. Jimmy had a ukelele or something and Stan was holding a big wooden sword, his dog standing next to him. "You guys look like idiots!"
"Haha, idiots!" Ike repeated. "Shut up, y/n!" Stan yelled, his face turning red. I laughed at him. "Why are you here?" Kyle asked me. "My mom didn't want me to be home alone, and your mom wanted me to watch Ike," I explained, pulling the younger boy to my leg. Ike smiled up at me and I smiled back. "S-since y/n is h-he-here, why don't we invite h-h-her to b-battle with us?" Jimmy suggested. Battle?
"I mean, her brother is already apart of this," one of the other kids pointed out. So this is what Tyler won't tell me about? Then where is he? "But she's a girl," Kyle muttered. Stan hit his arm. "I don't see why she can't be apart of our team," Stan said, shrugging. "Hold on, explain to me what's happening," I demanded. Kyle sighed. "So basically, we're trying to get this stick from the humans, aka Cartman's group, and we get into fights and stuff. Whoever has the stick, rules the universe," Stan explained. "So, you guys go around and fight each other?" I asked, a little uneasy. I wanted to be able to do something, but it'll be hard. "Yup! But don't worry, you and Stan can be partners if you decide to participate," Kyle told me. "S-Stan is r-ruh-really good at th-this!" Jimmy told me. A small smile graced my face. "I'm down! But what about my outfit?"
Jimmy smirked. "I-I've got that covered. C-cuh-come with me!" He ordered. "I don't like that look on your face, Jimmy," I muttered. I grabbed Ike's hand and followed Jimmy into Kyle's house and out the front door.
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"Jimmy, I can not wear this," I complained, looking at myself in Jimmy's bathroom mirror. The outfit Jimmy had me wear was a gypsy outfit. It was basically just two sets of blue cloth that covered what needed to be covered with gold sequins attached to it.
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"What's so b-buh-bad about it?" I heard Jimmy ask. I looked down at my leg. The metal of the prosthetic shined in the dim lighting of the bathroom. I bit my lip nervously. Should I tell Jimmy? I mean, he's handicapped himself, so he wouldn't mind, right? Would he tell everyone?
It's not that I care that everyone would know about it, it's just that I can't show everyone. It would draw attention to Tyler and I, which is that last thing we need.
"Jimmy, if I show you, you have to promise not to tell anyone," I pleaded. "Okay?" I could feel Jimmy's confusion through the bathroom door. "You too Ike." Ike agreed and I took a deep breath, opening the door and stepping out. Jimmy's jaw dropped. "Y-you have a p-puh-prosthetic?!" He exclaimed. I bit my lip and looked down. "I don't want everyone to know about it. It's a big insecurity of mine," I lied. I mean, sure I'm pretty insecure about it, but it makes it better that it happened because I was protecting the people I love.
"I-I understand. I think I have a-another outfit," Jimmy said thoughtfully. He crutched himself over to his closet and dug through it for a minute or two. He then pulled out a long green dress and a flower crown, along with some elf ears and a cool staff. "Why do you have all of this stuff?" I asked, taking the items from him. He shrugged and gave me a cheeky smile. I rolled my eyes but smiled back, going into the bathroom to change into the new dress.
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The dress was very elegant and flowy. "Isn't this a little bit too flashy and elegant for your little game?" I questioned, stepping out of the bathroom. "Not if you're the elf p-puh-princess!" Jimmy exclaimed. "Aw shit, I'm a princess?!" I yelled, smiling. "Y-yup. Stan, K-Kuh-Kyle and I were talking a-a-about it before you showed up."
"Aw, you guys were thinking about me?" I teased. Jimmy's face turned red and Ike laughed at him. "A-anyway, we should get back to the uh-uh-others," Jimmy said, starting to crutch his way towards the door. I followed him, and felt Ike grab my hand tightly. I smiled down at him. "Now, Ike, you can't tell anyone about what you saw. Not even Kyle," I told the boy. He nodded and grinned up at me, a couple of his teeth missing. I smiled at him again and looked up, droning out slightly.
Was it really okay to show Jimmy my leg? Would he tell anyone about it? What would Stan think of me if he saw my leg? "Wait, why am I thinking about Stan?" I asked myself quietly. Jimmy stopped walking, causing me to bump into his back. "Jimmy? Why'd you stop?"
Jimmy turned around to look at me. A smirk was on his face. "What did you just say?" He asked me. "What? Why'd you stop?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head, his smirk growing. "No, before that," he said. I thought for a couple of seconds before I realized what he meant. My face turned red and I hid it in my hands. Jimmy started to laugh at me, causing me to turn more red. "Do you like S-St-Stan?" He asked. "I haven't lived here long enough to like anybody!" I defended. "Y/n," Jimmy trailed off. I glared at Jimmy and sighed, frustrated. "Fine! I think Stan is cute and has a good personality, but I don't like him!"
