𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

❦ stan x reader - black magic ❦

^ u guys wtf I-

(play song whenever!!)

Turning my head to the side I was given the scene of rocks, ice cubes, a water bottle, and fake snow. I raised my brows as I let my lips curve into a satisfying smirk while I equipped each item in the pack around my waist. It was small -- yes -- but the items were limited. The rocks were tiny, the ice cubes as well, the water bottle had a hole in the cap so that I could squirt it out by a small quantity, and the fake snow was only a few handfuls. And poisonous, should I add.

I then turned to the transparent, holographic raincoat messily thrown on the floor and I picked it, wrapping it around myself. I went to the open closet and dug through it thoroughly to find the white bucket hat with a rubber duck on it.

(pls tell me u get the duck reference )

Once found and placed on my head, I moved to the other side of the room to look at myself in the full-body mirror strung on the walls. I gave the most egotistical grin at myself as I liked what I saw. The white tube top around my chest and the white jean skirt I was wearing suited my body pleasingly. All in all, I looked hot as fuck.

And what topped it all off was the white surgical mask around my lips. Even without lips I still looked hot as fuck. I put on a light shade of pink socks that had been glittery and I wore white platform shoes on top.

I sighed and hummed to myself, grabbing my phone and texting the asshole who told me shove a brick up my ass for 'taking too long.'

whoredick 👺

'shove a brick up ur ass like u take too fucking long istg'

'I'll shit that brick on u stfu'

'I'd bet you'd like that u kinky bitch 🤭'

'eat my ass you ugly sewer rat 💗'

'if u don't leave rn I'll expose ur nudes 🤡'

'omw to run u over 🤪🤪'

After that last text to Kenny I didn't get a reply back, even though I know he saw it. God, I wish I could run him over now, he deserved it.

I checked my phone which said '5:27' on the screen and continued making my way to Cartman's house so he could talk to us in his basement like the fucking weirdo he is. I count myself as a weirdo too since I actually go to that kidnapper-starter-pack-basement. In the end, this little 'rendezvous' will end up with someone, most likely Butters, getting the shit beat out of him or he gets snitched on. It's all good, he still participates, as well as the whole neighborhood of teens.

After five minutes of just walking to that irksome house of Cartman's, I eventually got there and knocked on their door, only to be greeted by Ms Cartman, who looked clueless as ever to what her son's medieval plans were. Cartman in general was just such a shitty human being, but I guess that's what makes us friends since we both have that in common.

"Hello (Y/n)," she had a benevolent smile upon her aging face. Still, she wore that blue blouse with that white collar wrapped around it and then that red loose, pencil skirt that she barely pulled off. If I'm being honest, she dresses like a grandma. Under her soft-spoken personality, I'm sure there's something deeper that no one knows, besides her old whore-ways. Everyone knows about that.