Yandere South Park x reader one shots

Switchblades and Chloroform

Firkle Smith x female reader. My character Amara will be in this. Art not mine.

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____ talked to her half-brother Amara while she stirred the cocoa mix into the f\c mug of warm milk. Amara flicked his unruly black hair (He isn't a part of the goth group, but he's a pastel goth) out of his red eyes. "So, I just feel weird. Like someone is watching."

"As you know, I would heh-help you i-if I cuh-could. B-But I cuh-can't see o-out of this eye."
Amara pointed to his right eye, which was the exact color of strawberry milk, a thin faded scar ran through his eye. ____ smiled. "I know, don't worry."

She looked at the clock. "Yikes. We should get to bed."
"Good idea."
Amara went to stroll out of the kitchen, hitting the doorframe on the way out. 

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That night, both of the Amicitia children (Yup, that is your last name. It means Friendship in Latin. Also, Amara's full name means Bitter Friendship in Latin. Moving on...) were sound asleep. They didn't stir when the teenaged goth broke the lock on the window with a rock and slid inside. The goth sat on ____'s bed, running his fingers through her silky h\c locks. (Sorry if your hair is curly or something. My hair is curly and has the ability to break combs. Your hair is straight and perfect in this). He stopped when he heard a sleepy voice whisper, "Wh-Who are you? Wh-Why a-are y-you in m-my huh-house?"

Amara had woken up when he heard his sister's bed creak. He got up, tightly gripping the hem of his pale yellow sweater. Firkle snorted. "What's it to you, conformist?"
"Heh-Hey! Th-This is muh-my huh-house! A-And th-that's muh-my sis-sister, juh-juh-juh-jackass!"
The goth narrowed his black-eyelined eyes at Amara. He slowly pulled out his switchblade and flicked it out. Amara couldn't see this, as this was outside his left eye's vision. He gasped when Firkle tackled him and lodged the blade in his neck. Blood leaked out of his neck and all over his yellow sweater, turning it a shade of orange that got darker and darker by the second. Amara was crying heavily, asking, "Wh-Why? Wh-Why a-are y-you duh-doing thi-this? Wh-Why a-are y-you tuh-touching muh-my sis-sister?"
"Because. I love your sister. Simple."

Firkle got up, yanking the switchblade out of Amara's neck and walking towards the window. He looked back at Amara on the ground, smirking. He said, "Squirming like that isn't what I'd do if I were you."
Then he jumped out the window.

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"Good morning, Amar- Ahhhh!"
____ screamed when she saw her dead brother on the ground. Mrs. Amicitia came in to see what the issue was, screaming when she saw Amara. (Your parents are divorced due to their love for each other running out. No hard feelings between them. Amara is your half-brother). She called the police, and they showed up in around twenty minutes. They removed Amara's body and asked if ____ saw anything. She shook her head, and said, "I was sleeping, sir. I did notice the lock on the window was broken, though."

"Really?"
The officer made his way to the window and examined the outside lock through the window. He began whispering to the other officer, who had a worried look on her face. They said they'd start an investigation to try and find the murderer.

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Meanwhile, Pete, Michael and Henrietta were waiting for Firkle to finish getting ready. When he walked into the front room, Pete said, "Jesus, Firkle. You look awful."
"I know. I didn't get much sleep last night."
Michael quirked his eyebrow and said, "What were you doing last night?"
"...Nothing."
The goths glanced at each other with confused looks on their face. "Well, come on, kid," Henrietta said. The group walked to the school, rather awkwardly. The other goths felt really uncomfortable, as Firkle was clearly lying. When they went to sit in their usual spot behind the school, Firkle's phone went off, and he glanced at it before getting up and saying, "Gotta go. See you later, guys."
He ran off, leaving the goths really confused.

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Firkle pried open the lock of the door with his switchblade and opened the door. Mrs. Amicitia, who was in the living room on her phone, screamed when she saw the livid thirteen year-old in her house. "What are you doing in my- Agh!"
Firkle lunged forward and slit her throat. She sobbed, "Who are you?"
Firkle wiped off his blade with the hem of his shirt. As he walked back towards the door, he turned to say, "I'm the person who killed your son, miss. Thought you might want to know you missed a chance to punish a murderer before you die."

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The Biggles ended up adopting ____. Firkle was beyond furious. Now, his own friend was stealing his love! He decided that his 'friends' needed to be eliminated. When they were all hanging out in Henrietta's room, smoking and such, Firkle pulled out a gun and shot Pete in the forehead, making him gasp before dying. Henrietta shrieked in fear, and Michael said, "What the fuck! Why would you-"

BANG

Henrietta screamed again before falling forward, eyes listless and empty. Michael got up, shouting, "What the hell is wrong with you! They are your friends!"
"Not anymore."
Firkle held up the gun and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Michael in the heart. Michael clutched his chest and staggered back. He gasped for air as blood dribbled from his lips. Firkle opened the door and turned back to Michael, who was on his knees, desperately gasping for air. Firkle said, "Hey, it might make you live a little longer if you don't gasp like that. I'm just guessing."

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Firkle carefully picked the lock on ____'s bedroom door. ____ was hiding under her bed, hoping this would be such a stereotypical hiding spot that Firkle wouldn't check there. Firkle walked around the room, talking. "Cocoa, please don't hide from me," he begged. "They were in the way."

____ didn't respond, as the sound of her voice would let him know where she was. This made Firkle beyond pissed. "Where are you, you whore!"

____ heard him banging around her closet, under her desk and knew he was close to her bed. Firkle was growling and mumbling profanities under his breath as he made his way to ____'s bed. He pulled back the covers before getting on his knees and looking underneath the bed.

He smirked evilly before grabbing ____ by the hair and dragging her out. She let out a scream of utter pain. Firkle growled, "You slut. Why were you hiding from me?"

"Because you killed my brother, my mom, and my friends."
"But, do you love me?"

Firkle ran his fingers through her hair, a pleading look on his face. ____ removed his hand and said, "I do not love you. I don't like you at all. You killed my family and many of my friends. You are an awful human being!"

Firkle didn't like this answer. His amber colored eyes gained a psychotic look as he gripped his black locks. "No.No. No no no no! I worked too hard so we could be together!"
He flicked out his switchblade and attacked ____. He pressed his weapon into her neck, blood beginning to stream from it. She reached up and tried to pull the knife away. Firkle was stronger though, and completely pierced her neck. He got up as ____ gaped in horror at the blood on her hands. Firkle panted, "If you just agreed to stay with me forever, you would be fine."

He leaned down and swiped his index finger across the cut on her neck. ____ watched in disgust, in the act of dying, as Firkle licked the blood from his finger. Her vision began to fade and her hearing was also fading as Firkle opened the door, pausing to face her and say, "Good-bye, love~"

Then it all went black.