You recently moved to South Park. A small nothing town in the middle of nowhere. "Hey, (Y/N), why don't you go out and make some friends?" Your dad suggested. "Don't you need help?" You asked.
He shook his head. "No, I've got this, go on." He waved you away. You bit the inside of your cheek, but nodded and headed out the door. You took a walk around the block, staring at the clouds and not really thinking about anything.
You sighed and kicked a rock, glaring at the ground. Ever since your mom died, things have been tough. You worried about him a lot. Not only have you guys had to move a lot because of his job, but he'd been working almost 60 hours a week, and sometimes you could hear him at night, crying.
He tries to keep it quiet, but you can still hear him through the walls. You glance up just in time to see a car speeding towards you. You stumble back, right as someone grabs your arm. You jerk out of their grip, tripping over your own feet. "Ow." You mutter, sitting up.
"You okay?" The person asks in a gruff voice. You look up to see a kid your age, dressed in black, with a question mark over his head, and a pair of underwear on the outside of his costume. "Yeah. Who are you?" You ask.
"Mysterion. You're new here." He says.
"Is it that obvious?" You ask. He chuckles. "It's not that big of a town, everyone pretty much knows everyone else." He says. You smile nervously."Oh. Um, thanks. For at least trying to pull me out of the way." You say. He nods. "Mysterion. Where the fuck are you?" A walkie talkie goes off.
"On my way. Got side tracked." He says into it. "I'll see you around." He says, winking. You smile again. "Alright, see ya." You say, walking off.You look back in time to see him on top of a building, you chuckle softly before turning back around and heading off down the road.
The next morning you wake up at 7 to get ready for school. You go through your morning routine, almost falling asleep while brushing your teeth. You rush downstairs and see plate with a waffle on it and a note that says, "Morning, champ. Here's a couple waffles, peanut butter is in the cupboard above the stove, jelly is on the top shelf of the fridge. Love, Dad." You smile warmly and make yourself a to go sandwich with the waffles.
You make it to class just as the bell rings . You try to catch your breath quietly as the teacher takes roll. You notice a group of boys come in, one looking familiar. Mysterion? You think.
"Nice of you boys to join us." The teacher says. The leader, who seems to be a bit over weight, replies, "Yeah, whatever." The teacher just shakes his head and starts the class."We have a new student joining us. Go ahead and stand up, M'kay?" He says. You take a deep breath and stand. "I'm (Y/N) I'm 16, and I moved here yesterday." You say, looking down and shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "Hah. Another fag." The boy from earlier says.
"Cartman. Stop it." The one in the green hat says. You sit back down and pull out a book as the teacher continues with whatever he had planned. You glance up when he says your name. He has a math problem on the board. You sigh.
"Now this one shouldn't be too difficult." He says, handing you a price of chalk. You look at it a second before immediately jotting the answer at the end of it. "Good job." He says. You sigh again and head back to your seat, seeing someone wrote on your desk.
"Hey, what's your name new kid?"
You tilt your head and continue to read after erasing the message. Someone taps on your shoulder. You look at them with a bored expression.They hand you a note and point at the one that looks like Mysterion. You look at the note, "What's your name, kid? What do you like to do?" You sigh and answer, "What does it matter? I'm more than likely to leave again soon." You hand it back to the kid.
"Why? You some sort of government spy or something?" You snort quietly and reply, "My dad's job requires us to move a lot." You go back to your book until the end of the lesson. He assigns homework that you get done and turn in within 15 minutes.
You start reading again when he says that you guys can work in partners. Mysterion comes up to you. "Hey, you got a partner?" He asks.
"Nope, I've finished already." You say blandly. "Shouldn't you be, I dunno, saving other kids from being hit by cars?" You ask quietly, looking up at him.His face is one of shock. "You know?" He asks, just as quiet. You simply nod and return to your book. He sits down by you and work on the homework. "Hey, can you help me on this one?" He asks. You look over, seeing the mess that is his homework. You blink. "What did you even do here?" You ask, looking it through over his shoulder.
"Oh, I see, you forgot to divide by 5 here." You say, pointing. You notice him staring at you. Or more accurately, at your back. "What?" You ask.
"There's wings." He says softly. You stiffen, barely noticeable."What are you talking about?" You ask, feigning ignorance.
"Nothing, nevermind." He says. "My name's Kenny." You nod and continue to help him with his homework until the bell rings for lunch.(I know I promised to update my Saiki book, but I'm honestly stressed, and depressed. We ( my family and I) are technically homeless right now and living out of a fricken tent. It'll be awhile.)
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Respawn? {Kenny McCormick x Male!reader}
FanfictionA new boy comes to South Park, where he (the reader) meets a boy who keeps dying. Kenny notices something about the boy, he has a pair of hidden wings.