Yandere South Park x reader one shots

Not Fair!

Michael x male reader. Enjoy and feel free to request. My character Macky will be in this.

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"Hey, babe."
"Hey, Wendy."
Michael watched jealously as _____ and Wendy kissed and held hands as they walked to school. He was happy that ____ was happy, but not with that Brittney wannabe! Pete had been noticing Michael glaring daggers at Wendy a lot since _____ and Wendy started dating. Michael had been getting very angry recently and it had been scaring the other goths. One time, he got so upset he smashed a pot of coffee against the kitchen wall in his house. That stunt had gotten Michael grounded for a month. But it just was not fair! Michael was always friends with him, and he just started getting soft for that, that bitch! 

____ walked up to Michael, saying, "Hey Michael. Wendy and I were going to go to a small coffee shop by my house. Do you want to come?"

Michael said through gritted teeth, "Sure. Why wouldn't I? You never need to ask me that."
____ gave a happy smile and walked off. Henrietta rolled her eyes and took a drag from her cigarette. "I cannot believe my brother fell for that Brittney wannabe. She has a reputation for being a cunt and dumping guys for that rich kid."
"Yeah. I'll wait for the day he comes crying to us about her ditching him," Pete said, rolling his eyes as well. Michael practically could hear a record scratch. He never realized that whore could actually hurt his love! He tapped his foot on the stair a bit more than usual, quickly attracting Firkle's attention. "Hey man, are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Michael snapped at him. Firkle looked taken aback, but went back to trying to fix his dead lighter by taking it apart with his switchblade, ultimately getting frustrated and tossing the switchblade somewhere to the side. "You know, you can just buy a lighter from a gas station."
"I know that. I just -I dunno- don't have the money to do that. I also really like this lighter."
Henrietta and Pete shook their heads and laughed at Firkle's antics. Firkle gave in and started laughing as well. Michael had a sour look on his face, not laughing and glaring at his slightly scuffed up black shoes his dad let him have when he turned fifteen. "Hey, are you okay?"

Michael scoffed and got up. "I'm going to the Village Inn."
"Do you want us to come too?" Pete asked, half getting up. Michael turned around and glared dangerously. Pete went wide-eyed and sat back down in the snow.

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"Oh, hey Michael! I'll get you the usual pot of coffee!"
Macky turned toward the back of the Village Inn, bumping into at least four people on the way. Michael sat down, and Macky came back with an ashtray, a pot of coffee and a folded up cloth napkin. She set down all three and sat across from Michael with her own cup of coffee. "How are you?"
"Shitty."
Macky laughed and said, "Figured."

Another waitress shouted, "Get off your lazy ass, you emo bastard!"
Macky rolled her eyes and grabbed her coffee, downing it quickly before walking back to the kitchen. Michael resumed glaring at his coffee, now upset that his friend couldn't help them. The two goths looked identical, down to the last curl, it was almost scary. They both had anger issues and had come up with ways to deal with it. Michael has often ditched school to go to the Village Inn while Macky was working to rant to her. She was always patient and listened.
Michael simply did not want ____ to go out with Wendy. He had a hard time accepting the fact that ____ didn't like him. Macky would sometimes tease him, but would stop when she realized she was upsetting him.

Michael finally just moved his cup and put his head on the table in frustration. He was in the Village Inn until after school, and would have stayed until later, but then Macky said, "Hey, Michael. ____ called, said you agreed to go to Tweak Bros. with him and Wendy. Or should I say you got sick?"

Michael sighed. "No, I'll go."
He got up, grabbing his black coat from his seat, paying and quickly passing his friend a couple dollars as a tip.

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"Hey Michael!"
____ waved over the tall goth. Michael sat next to ____ and across from Bebe, who Wendy had brought along. Bebe instantly started flirting with him. Michael quickly shut her down by saying, "Do I remember asking what you had to say about me?"
"No, but, I mean... You do have a sweet ass."
"Stop now, or I will do something."
Bebe shut up. Michael kept glancing over at ____, biting his lip to keep from saying something. "Hey, are you okay?"
"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine."
The coffee "date" ended up lasting several hours. Half-way through, Michael put one of his hands on ____'s leg. ____ said, "Hey, could you please..." He removed Michael's hand. "Thank you."
Michael put it right back. ____ was getting really uncomfortable, but made no more effort to get him to remove it. ____ finished his coffee and got up, saying, "I'll be going home now."
"Okay, bye babe!"
"Bye, love."
"I'll walk you home."

Michael got up, grabbing his own and ____'s coats. ____ said, "Oh, I'm fine!"
"It's dark. You could get abducted."
____ finally admitted defeat and mumbled, "Fine."
They left the coffee shop. ____ took it upon himself to stay away from Michael. Unfortunately for him, Michael was a solid half-foot taller than him, and that was all apart of his legs, therefore making it easier to catch up with ____. 
"Hey, could you please let me go home from here? It's really not that far."
"Why don't you just come to my house? It's this one right here."

Everything in ____'s brain was telling him to turn on his heel and run away. But he said, "Sure. It's rather cold."
Michael went up to his house and unlocked the door. ____ hesitated, and Michael quirked an eyebrow. "Aren't you going inside?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."

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"Uh, Michael, I need to call my sister. She'll get worried."
"I told Henrietta you would be sleeping at my house. I have a shirt you can wear. It's a band shirt for The Cure."
"Oh, thank you."
____ took the large shirt that had always been intended to be a pajama shirt. He fell asleep on the couch. A knock sounded at the door, which Michael opened. Macky stood there in her pajamas, which were patterned with snoring sheep. "Oh! I didn't think you'd answer. Um, Henrietta said she wanted me to bring ____ home."

Macky was twirling a piece of dyed purple hair around her finger. She looked down at her slippered feet and started chewing on her fingernail. Michael stared down her beachball shaped body. He stepped out to the porch and shut the door behind him. "Hey, Macky, why does ____ need to be home?"
"Huh? Oh, I dunno. Henrietta sent me though."

Michael glared. In a fit of rage, he snapped his cane in half and drove one half through Macky's skull. Macky dropped dead. He glared down at her, breathing heavily before calming down. He wasn't angry anymore, but plenty crazy. ____ heard a commotion and went towards the front door, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and freezing when he saw Michael pulling the other half of his cane out of his baby sister's skull. "Holy fucking shit. Dude, what the actual fuck!"
"Why are you so upset? It's pointless. Pointless!"

____ flinched. He took a step back, then another, and another, then started booking it. Michael was very pissed. He ran after ____, ditching his broken cane and tracking blood inside. ____ locked himself in the bathroom, pulling out his phone and dialing 911.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"I'm at a friend's house, and my baby sister was murdered by him."
"Okay, address?"
"Uh... The house is green..?"
"Okay. Name?"
"____ Biggle. My baby sister is named Macky Biggle."
"Do you have someone to contact?"
"My younger sister Henrietta."
"Okay, we'll be right over."

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"Hey! Let go of me! Let go of me! You fucking conformists!"
"Calm down, son."
Michael spit in the police officer's face. The coroner was taking Macky's body away, and ____ was standing in the snow, staring down at his socked feet. His mom picked him up shortly after.
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"Hey, Michael, how are yo-"
"GET AWAY FROM ME RIGHT NOW!"
Firkle took a step back in utter shock. Pete pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Listen we hate you too, but tell us what you're thinking now."
"... It's not fair."

Alternate Ending

Michael floored ____ and covered his mouth. ____ squirmed and tried to hit Michael, proving futile. He bound ____'s wrists and ankles, dragging him down into his basement.
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"And that's how I got Daddy to love me."
"Really?"
"Yep. Go play, Andrew."
Andrew, Michael and ____'s adopted son, ran off to go play with blocks in the kitchen.

Andrew paid no attention to ____, who was griping onto the edge of the sink, tears dripped down his face. "I-It's n-not f-fair..."