"It's South park-" {Mysterion x reader}

Chapter 1: south park

Y/N'S P.O.V

I sit up from my bed, rubbing my eyes. God damn, why do I have to wake up so early...? I look at my nightstand next to my bed to realize that "Oh yeah! Im a 14 year old lazy fuck that didn't unpack that shit yet." Looking around my room, I see that I did only unpack my bed frame and bed. I had the whole weekend too. Guess I'll do that after school.

I get up, and open a box to find my clothes. Took me 2 tries though. I put on my favorite shirt, then jeans. I head to my window to open it. "Time to wake u- HOLY SHIT!" I scream when the cold air from out side hits me. With that, I quickly close the window... And what the hell, I lock that shit. "Fall just came though...?" I say, walking back to my clothes box hoping to find a jacket or sweeter. I look in the box to find my (f/c) hoodie. And i might as well put this red puffer jacket over it. My dad bought it for a reason anyway. Being done putting it on, i turn to my window to look at what reflection I can get.

"Well, not complete garbage today..." I turn to close the box, but then that caused my arm to knock it down from the other box it was on. "shit" I mutter to my self. I sigh before going down to put the clothes back. As I put the clothes back in the box, I turn to the side to put it on that box... but then I see what box it was on. I put the clothes box down to pick up that one. It's a shoe box, but I don't use it for shoes. It has my costume in it. At my old town, I was basically a visual anti. Although I would usually do small stuff, like get peoples stolen bikes, or help.... evacuate people.

I shake my head as i put both boxes in their original places. "Well, this is south park! I doubt they need a hero, im sure there is little crime here." I say to myself, trying to forget that night. "Stop trying to live the glory days y/n..." I tell myself as I get up. I leave my room, heading down to the kitchen, or whatever my dad unpacked there.

As I get down there, I see my dad ain't home. I sigh at that realization. I walk to the kitchen. "How the fuck did this man unpack everything!?" I say looking around. The refrigerator even has food. Well, we did had all weekend. I tell myself while grabbing a pop tart. Don't give a fuck what flavor he got, im hungry. I the put it in the toaster, cooking it. I look next to the toaster, seeing a note. I grab to read it.

"Hello y/n, if your reading this, then your getting ready for school, and thats good! I had to go in work early today, so yeah. I love you, make some friends, and have a good day!

- love dad"

Is what it read. I look down after. "Does he mean his new job at the bank, or him selling meth...?" I ask myself sarcastically. Don't get me wrong! My dad's a cool guy- love him. I... just don't like how he sells meth. "Well, at least he doesn't do the meth..." I then got a little scared when the toaster popped up my breakfast. I through the note away, then grabbed my... root beer pop tart?! God damn, never mind, I kinda do care about the flavor.

Now I gotta brush my hair, shoes, back pack, maybe get gloves, and lie to myself saying how fun first days are, and pray, just PRAY that I make it through at least the first fucken week of this school.

-TIME SKIP-

I'm walking down the side walk, cold as fuck, wondering how there is not a foot of snow on this damn side walk. Apparently my dad is gonna work in the mornings now, so I have to take the crappy bus. Lucky it's only down the street though, I guess. As I'm almost there, I swear I hear a car alarm. But I blow it off, as I get closer to the stop. You know what, I blow on my hands to keep them warm. It's not this god damn cold where I use to live {authors note: where i live, where lucky if it's as cold as 75, so i don't get to feel much cold}

I should of worn thought fucken gloves... I make it to the bus stop, and not to my surprise no ones there. I take a few more steps to the stop, and just lean on the sign. I am kinda early, so this might take a while...