Walking Dead Syndrome (South Park)

|1 Into the Woods 1|

(Key: any paragraph that's in italics are flashbacks, [Y/n] = Your name, [h/c] = hair color, [e/c] = eye color)

"[Y/n]! come on! this party will be fun!" one of [Y/n]'s friends exclaimed to the [h/c] teen. "I don't know guys, are you sure it's a good idea? I mean, we're only ninth graders, are you sure we could even get in?" [Y/n] asks, [Y/n]'s friend laughing. "Oh come on [Y/n], you're worrying about nothing, I know the bouncer and they said they'd let us in, no charge!" [Y/n]'s friend exclaimed smiling, [Y/n] letting out a sigh. "are any of our friends going to be there?" [Y/n] asks and their friend nods. "Yeah! ##### and #### and even the ######### twins!" they exclaim and [Y/n] sighs. "I'm guessing I have no choice?"

[Y/n] stood on a boat, clearly looking uncomfortable as they held a full red solo cup full of some beer their friend ####### gave them, ###### and the others were off doing some drug called 'Utopium'. 'of course that's why they wanted to come, to do that new test drug they had gotten.' [Y/n] thinks annoyed and leans against the railing of the boat, staring out at the lake that was barely illuminated by the lights of the boat and the soft glow of the moon. 'I wish I never came to this party, it's so boring, everyone's just doing drugs or drinking alcohol, and everyone's much older than me, so even if I wanted to talk to anyone they'd just think I was annoying.' [Y/n] thinks and took a sip of the beer that was in the red solo cup he held, his facing scrunching up when realizing what he just did, spitting out the beer and wiping his tongue on the sleeve of the long-sleeved shirt he wore. "Absolutely gross."

[Y/n] stared at the mirror, staring at his reflection, his skin a deadly pale white, his eyes which were once a bright and happy [e/c] were now a dull blue colour. "I look like I'm dead..." he spoke aloud before letting out an audible laugh. "I'm such a fucking nerd..." he mumbled and grabbed a makeup sponge and some foundation. "May as well make it look like I'm not about to pass out, kids always make fun of my looks anyway..." [Y/n] muttered before rolling his eyes. "Stop sounding like a depressed gacha life protagonist, kids said it was an improvement when they saw how different I looked after the boat party everyone treated me differently, I suddenly got popular, just because I was one of the only survivors of the boat incident..." [Y/n] grumbled and opened the small bag of makeup he owned, his sister always insisted on him wearing makeup since his body was thin and small, and he never bothered to go out and get his hair cut so that just made him look more like a girl. "brat, calling me a girl, I'm no girl." [Y/n] muttered and started applying the foundation to where ever looked dull, like the bags around his eyes or his cheekbones which just looked a white. 

"[Y/n] come here!" [Y/n] heard ###### call out to him, the [h/c] male turned and looked over at the teen as he ran over with some type of small plastic capsule. "Yeah?" He asked, his voice cracked, he knew what was in that small capsule, and he always cursed at himself when realizing he could have gotten his friends to escape if they never did that damn drug. "I got utopium! isn't this great? We'll be the only freshmen who got to try the new drug!" ##### exclaimed and shoved a few of the tablets into [Y/n]'s hands. "Listen, I agreed to come along, I never said I'd do drugs." [Y/n] said and tried to hand the tablets back but ###### shook their head. "Come on [Y/n], this is the one time to be out and be able to do things without your parents hovering over your shoulders, come on! Live a little [Y/n]!"

[Y/n] sighed and put down the foundation container and makeup sponge. "It won't matter, once teens recognize me as 'the kid who survived the boat attack', they'll just want to be my friend cause I got a bit of clout from being on the news." [Y/n] muttered and left the bathroom, walking down the bleak and grey lifeless hallways of the house he stayed in, he'd never call it his home, his old house was in... no, that wasn't his house either. [Y/n] walked down the stairs, his feet slamming down loudly on each step, that announcing to his family that he was awake.