SouthPark X Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Craig X Reader

The picture started out as a simple crayon drawing I made but never finished until my sister found it and we worked on another one together on a computer.
Yay.
Now, to the game!-
Waa hahaaa! You said there would be treasure! I wanna go hooomee!!!
Enjoy everyone!
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You were siting in our house, doing nothing special, except drawing over a picture of Craig, drawing dragons going around him and giving him a flower crown and smiling. You heard something snap slightly and crackle.

Was that... fire?

You looked over, standing up only to have it back fire. The whole wall exploded towards you, sending you launching you out of your window.

Your back hit a street lamp which sent you back forward into your neighbor's brick house.

You tried to sit up, success after the 11th attempt but it was hard to stand. You used the houses for support, all the lights were off except one house in the distance. You started walking, which hurt like a bitch.

You started seeing just red, staining the snow you were stepping in red.

One moment you were just drawing and then the next was a blur. Then, you're drenched in blood.

You reached the house but couldn't make it o the door. You fell into the snow, drenching it in red.

You heard their front door open and were barely about to make out a man pull out a cigarette but instantly drop it, seeing you.

"Hello? Can you hear me." He said and you nodded, barely able to speak.

"CRAIG!! CALL AN AMBULANCE." The man yelled.

"NO!!" A voice in he house yelled back. That was Craig's voice.

"YOUR LITTLE GIRL FRIEND IS DYING OUT HERE!!!" He yelled back.

You heard the door open then. "Oh my god."

The door closed again and then you were engulfed in black, not seeing anything but a pale light.

Craig started freaking out. The one girl that he could care about was practically dying of both blood loss and breaking her spine.

His fingers were shaking as he dialed in the numbers '911'. He brought the phone to his ear and heard the calm lady on the other end say, "Hello, this is 911 what's your emergency?"

"My girlfriend." Lie. "Is hurt in my front yard and her spine might be broken and you need to get here quick, she might die of blood loss."

"Ok sir, what is your address."

"Um. Uhh. We love on Lineyerd road, house 6591." (#FakeAddress)

"Ok. Stay calm and I'll keep you on the phone." The lady said and Craig started hyperventilating.

This wasn't the normal side of Craig. This was the real side of Craig. The caring and considerate side of Craig.

"Sir, the ambulance should be there in a minute or 2." The lady said and Craig could hear distant sirens.

---Later---

Craig sat by you in the hospital. Your spine had shattered completely into millions of pieces and your torso was burnt and your lungs were crushed.

A lady came in, holding a clip board and looked at Craig. Craig was holding your hand and staring at his shoes.

"Um sir. Are you her boyfriend, husband or related to her in some sort of way?" The lady asked.

"No. In just a close friend." Craig said and the lady looked down at her clip board.

"Well, (Y/N) here was carrying a child, 2 months exactly." The lady says and Craig's heart shattered.

You were carrying a child?! A CHILD?!

"Do you know who the father might be?" Craig asked, looking up.

"Yes. We don't have an exact name but the man was a good 17 years older. I think it was a rape." The lady said and then just left.

Craig frowned, laying his head on your partially burnt shoulder.

---Days Later---

You still just laid there, in all silence. Craig would always visit you everyday after school. People have taken notice of his sad actions and more girls have been trying to get on him.

This was the 7th day. He met you on November 7th. Each day he would remember a cute thing about the two of you. On the 4th day he remembered how 4 was how old you were when you two met. On day 3 he remember you were 3 when you got a little sister.

Craig sat closer and closer to your body each day. Your wounds were healing but your spine would be forever broken. You can't control your legs and you couldn't feel pain. Thank god that you were only put into a coma when you hit your head, but the coma took time to react.

"Please. 7th day. We met November 7th and today is November 7th. It would be horrible spending it with just your harmless, frail body." He mumbled, touching your not-so-silky (H/C) locks.

What Craig didn't know was that you were awake since the 6th night. You smiled but Craig was, crying?

"I may never see you again, (Y/N). Your (E/C) eyes won't brighten up my day anymore." He said, laying his was on your somewhat burnt chest and cried.

That was it. He was starting to make you cry. You set your hand on the top of his messy head, running your fingers through his hair and he looked up at you.

"(Y/N)." He mumbled and kept repeating your name until he smiled.

Craig started feeling thing he never felt before. Was this happiness, joy, excitement, maybe even fear?

He jumped up, locking lips with you in an excited manner.

After that, a few months later you were fit to go back to school, in a wheel chair of course.

"Your like a free ticket to no back pain." Craig said.

"Hey, I can't have your back pack on my army thingy forever." You said back, sitting up straight as Craig pecked your nose.

This was the first time that both of you got to say.

"I love you."

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BRUH!!!! I can't believe how much this is sky rocketing! I should enter this is some sort of Wattpad contest or something. IDK? Oh, and all of you out there, I wouldn't mind a new profile pic? Never mind. I'm not using y'all for my own personal desires and starting now, every third writing, the fourth will be a requested smut for all you dirty minds. Your welcome!
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