South Park One-Shots

Messenger.

Ngl this is probably really bad but uhhhh enjoy

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Some of the demons sent to, or born, in hell aren't all that bad, made bad choices on earth but they are alright.

He got sent to hell, 'rewarded' with those red wings, horns and an tail with an arrow, not quite Craig's usually blue or yellow style, despite that all: he honestly wasn't a bad person. Made bad choices that lost him points, only. And he got low enough to get sent down.

His cause of death? Unknown, all he knows is that he woke up in hell. There was no knowing on how he died. He just assumed murder in his sleep: at least nothing to be embarrassed by.

Meanwhile, up in the above: a certain Donovan had been born in heaven: he was clueless about the overworld and hell (is this minecraft? Perhaps.)

He only knew heaven: and that he had grown up there with a peaceful and calm life he was happy with. A loving father with a great friend group of... People who died, and he didn't know that they died..

" You heard that there's gonna be coming some demon messenger? Like, a mailman- " Token spoke calmly, looking at Clyde calmly, who was playing with the oversized sleeves of the pale white hoodie he was wearing, feathery wings laying behind him, letting them go on a full blown rest.

" Nnno? " He questioned, " What's a mailman? " He asked, looking up at Token with a curious expression.
" I- ofcourse. Do you know what mail is? "
He shook his head.
" Mail is.. A message, written down on paper, and you send it to someone and they read it and reply- usually. "
" Like a gift? "
" You could set it like that. " Token chuckled. " And a mailman delivers these 'gifts' to the destined people's house. "

" Oohhh... " Clyde nodded, " Wired. " He grinned. Token letting out a small sigh. " The fact that there's such a difference between knowledge in us is... So strange... There's quite a lot of difference in general, actually. "
" Oh? " Clyde asked, curious to what his friend has to say.
" Uh... Skin color, height, weight, birth--world, knowledge, life experience. All of that... All because you're born an angel. " Token laughed. " Uh.. Yeah? No shit I'm born an angel. "

" No, Clyde I mean-- I have died. " Token overlapped him, looking at Clyde with a small frown. " Uh- What? " He stumbled out, Token sighed, before a guy called out that that new messenger demon was arriving.

Clyde quickly got up, pulling Token with him.
" Explain later, I wanna see what a demon is for myself- " He giggled, as they flew up, and went to the entrance people said the 'mailman' was assigned to.

To say it like this: heaven has a lot of different segments, like towns! A lot of towns.

A population of-- ~500-3000 inhabitants as minimum to maximum, they had approximately 1000 people in their town.

" Why are you so hyped about a messenger demon anyways? " Token asked, landing next to Clyde, who was bouncing in place excitedly.
" It's two things I don't know and never have seen before! Plus, being a bit social may be inviting for her!"
" Her?"
" Or him- I don't... Know-  "
" You don't know a lot of things, Donovan. " Token ruffled his hair up, causing Clyde to grin, taking Token's hands in his own and pull him up into the air.. He was born in heaven, meaning he's born with the wings, meaning he is very used to them and doesn't know better.
Token sometimes forgot about them despite having died 3 years ago and having befriended Clyde on age 13, despite Clyde's age being unknown, getting to learn a lot about heaven in general after their meetup.

They messed around for a while, playing tag in the air to lose time, and surely enough: a form with outstanding clothes, covered in ashes, a face that looked annoyed, a hat upon his head, some questionable sized horns poking through it, a tail going on behind his back, like a cats' tail! And wings propped behind his back.

It was his first day, and he already looked so done with this place, Clyde poked Token and went to him.

" Hi! You're th-  " Clyde started, after having trotted up to the demon. " The messenger, yeah, woo-hoo, so fucking amazing- I really don't give a crap, I'm just here to do my job because I'm not some psychotic piece of shit like all the other demons down there and your dump needs a messenger demon, so leave me the fuck alone, will you? " The demon replied, walking off.

Clyde stood there with wide eyes, he would've cried if Token didn't push him to the demon again.
" Go away you white dump. " He groaned, as Clyde snatched his shoulder, causing the other to whip around, " I said fuck off. What's so hard to understand about that, eye sore? "

" I just wanted to say hello, jeesh... " Clyde mumbled, before softly asking-
" What... Does 'fuck' and 'shit' mean? "

" Are you serious? Are you a moron? " The demon asked, the croak in his voice loosening up a bit.
" When have you fucking died to not know what it means, 400 before christ? Or what? "

" I... Didn't die- " Clyde replied, gaining an sarcastic laugh from the demon.
" Heard that before, idiot. When did you die? "
" I was born here. "
" You- got born in heaven? " His voice pitch raised, questioning, his face even lifting up a bit.

" Yeah- "
" Ain't you just a fucking lucky bastard? "
" I don't know what half the words mean you call me but I don't think they're good ones and it's making me sad-- "

" Force to habit. Hell is only just- insult this, insult that, yours a moron, you're a slut, you're a whore, you're a shit bag etcetera etcetera-- you kinda catch onto it after 5 years. "
" You're five?  "
" I died five years ago. "
" Oh... A-And who is this 'I' I'm speaking to. " Clyde quickly conveyed over to it, meanwhile dropping off what he needed dropped off.

The demon gave him a glare.
" Craig... Tucker. 17- " he replied after a few seconds. Hesitant...

" I'm Clyde, Donovan. That's my friend Token! And I have no clue what those numbers mean. " Clyde smiled, pointing over to Token, who walked over after Clyde motioned to do so.

Craig let out a soft groan... Less aggressive to the pair at least. Craig looked up at Token, and inspected him for a second. " You're familiar. " He said, before walking off again.

They let him walk, Token letting that sentence sink in as Clyde was already rambling again.

" Craig? " He finally asked, Clyde not having said his name a single time in his ramble.

" What? " Craig asked, turning around with a glare.
" Oh my God- " Token mumbled, a small laugh escaping from him.

" What's so funny? " Craig asked, as Token neared closer, and hugged the demon.
" Long time no see... "
Craig tensed up, pushing him away, his hands holding onto the sweater the taller was wearing, looking up at him for a second with an annoyed glare, making Token nervous he hadn't remembered... Before the ravenette wrapped his arms around the other.
Clyde watching in confusion, as the two hugged.
" Fucking hell... " Craig mumbled. " What are the odds... "
" five entire years- " Token replied, wanting to let go: but Craig still holding on, standing silently, hugging Token's waist tightly, head into his chest.

" Hey... You good, man? " Token asked, patting his back softly.
" I was... scared... "" Of what-? "

Craig looked up, tears in his eyes, a small smile on his face. " I was scared I'll never see you again... Never see- Tweek again, never see anyone again... " He said with a smile.
" Buuut.. Here we are. "

" I missed you,, " Token replied, with a grin, gaining a slightly bigger smile from Craig, who retorted to hugging Token tightly.

" Wooooaahh, reunion much? " Clyde shimmied in, " Mind if I ask what you guys know each other of?  "

" Uh... " Token muttered, Craig simply looking at Clyde, back at Token, and returning to Clyde again.
" Strangers. "
" Strangers? " Token asked, quite startled.
The two parted from the hug again, but stayed close together.
" Dude, it's been five years since we seen each other, I'm a fucking demon and you're an angel: there has changed a shit ton in those years- " Craig replied, as Token nodded with a small laugh.
" True, true. "
" I'm... Confused-- " Clyde muttered.

" yeah it be like that sometimes. "

Up for interpretation who said that.

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