South Park One-Shots

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Hell yeah back at it I'm having a writing drive rn so fuck yeah let's go

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" I want you. " Chaos said, voice lowered as electricity crackled in his hand, he was not all too good at controlling it, that was the reason it felt so heavy and... More painful than needed...

Kite stared up at him for a second, before asking softly--scared. " What the fuck are you going to do with me...? "

" You'll see. "

Kite looked away, shutting his eyes as he wiped away the flowing tears on his face, shaking his head softly.

( okay just a fyi, I have a hc that Kyle ain't that resistant to pain and he may be able to not have it bother him tears just kinda exist from the impact of it all so yeah just deal with it, he ain't weak lmao
So like, it ain't bothering him but it's just the way his body reacts to it )

" No, FUCK OFF! I'm not gonna go missing as all those other people and... Kids- " He spat out, fear and anger lacing his voice.

" I don't think you'll have much choice... Seeing as that you're such a little crybaby, shaking and crying... Frozen in spot... You're like a kicked little puppy. " Chaos stopped for a second to make Kite actually look up into his electrifying blue eyes.
" Pathetic... "

The fingers under Kite's chin began to zap with electricity, and before Kite could even process and pull away from what was going on, the blue currency already ran through him, causing his body to go limp, dropping against Chaos weakly...

Unable to move except for some uncontrollable twitches.

" So weak... So sad... " Chaos mumbled, as he threw Kite up over his shoulder, who let out a weak groan, unable to move, unable to do anything against this all except to... just let it happen.

Once arriving at Chaos', how he liked to call it, lair,

Kite was soonly set down, yes- set down, into a room, against the wall. Without another word of his captor, he had already walked off, shutting and locking the door.

Leaving Kite alone.
In a room, it seemed rather like an actual bedroom. Quite small... But an actual bedroom.

A small bed, a desk, some cheap, wooden chair, and some weird... Cubic hole in the wall, giving access to the hallway.

Kite looked around for a while, slowly feeling and his ability to move coming back again.
After what felt like about 3 hours, he attempted to move again, reaching his legs up to his chest slowly, pulling his arms to them and hugging his legs.

After that, he set off slightly and tried to stand.

With some trial and error, some fails, he managed to stand up.

And with more fails, he finally managed to get to walking around.
It all took about an hour.

He went to the hole in the wall, looked through it, and then began onto calling out very loudly to Chaos.
His voice cracking in the fact it was somewhere at midnight, and that he wasn't able to speak before that.

After 10 minutes of calling out with no reply, he sighed, falling back against the wall, sitting against it again.

.. He got his phone out from the pocket on his lower back, it didn't hinder anything, so it was g r e a t for keeping things in.

He went to his contacts, searching for Stan's contact.

He hesitated, before calling it.
A few seconds after, a rather raspy voice of Stan was heard.