A Mysterious Mystery: a South Park Fan-fiction

Chapter 2 - Guessing

I sat on bed, thinking.

Who could it have been? They looked about my age, so I'm guessing they're in my grade.

I hopped off my bed and grabbed my most recent year book. I got back up on my bed and opened the book to my class.

"Hmm," I hummed, "It's not Eric. He's too fat to be him. Not Token. He wasn't black." I thought aloud.

I made an "X" over their pictures with my pencil.

That didn't get me much farther.
There was no way I was going to figure out who my masked hero was at that pace. I then remembered those cold, blue eyes.

I perked up, "This'll be easy!" I exclaimed.

I found that only Stan, Craig, Kenny and Butters had blue eyes in my class. All I had to do was make them spill.

I ran out of my house, putting on my green coat. I ran over to Kenny's house first.

I knocked on the door excitedly.
Kenny opened the door. He looked a bit puzzled, "What are you doing here?" he asked.

I didn't respond. Instead, I cupped his face and brought it closer to mine.
His face turned red, "What the hell are you doing?!"

I looked at his eyes. They were blue, but they were dark. They weren't he same eyes I had looked into before.

"Damn," I muttered, "You're not him." I let go of his face and raced over to Stan's, leaving Kenny confused to had jut happened.

I wasn't exactly thrilled to talk to Stan after what had happened. I used to date him, but I cut my losses. He hasn't spoken one word to me since then. I haven't either.

I knocked on Stan's wooden door. His sister opened it.

She looked at me and yelled to her brother, "Turd, one of your little turd friends are here!"

He came barreling down the stairs, but when he saw me the sparkle in his eye had gone.

"Oh, Wendy. What do you want?" he asked unenthusiastically, watching his sister leave the room.

"Where were you last night?" I asked.
"The party. We saw each other, remember?"

"Oh yea, that's right," I took a step closer. I examined his eyes. They were light blue.

"Uh, what're you doing?" he asked in a nervous voice.

I didn't know why his voice sounded so nervous. It wasn't like he liked me anymore. A blind person could see he played for the other team.

"Hm, you didn't happen to save any people for plummeting to their death, did you?"

"What are you talking about?" he seemed really confused.

"You're my prime suspect, Marsh."
I walked away from his house and went across the street, approaching Butters's house.

I knew it wasn't likely that Butters was Mysterion, but I had to be sure. I didn't want to second guess anything. I wanted to be completely sure about this.

I rang his doorbell. He didn't answer immediately, but a few moments later, he opened the door.

A small grin bloomed upon his face, "Hiya, Wendy,"

"Hi, Butters," I smiled back.

"What do ya need?" he asked
quizzically.

"Where were you last night?!" I yelled, suddenly changing my tone to an angry, authoritative voice.

"I WAS PLAYING IN ERIC'S CLOSET. OKAY, YOU GOT ME!" he yelled.

"Wait, what?"

"I LIKE TO SNEAK INTO HIS HOUSE AND SNIFF HIS CLOTHES WHEN HE'S NOT HOME, OKAY?! I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU KNEW, BUT YOU GOT ME! PLEASE DON'T TELL ERIC!" He admitted shamefully.

"What the fuuuuuck?" I started backing up with my jaw hanging. I backed away, staring at a frazzled Butters in awe.

He quickly and nervously slammed the door shut.

So it wasn't Butters.

I decided that I wouldn't go to Craig's house after that. I just wanted to go home and process that.