South Park x Reader x Various (Open to Requests)

~Ugh school again pt. 1~

It's Monday. That means school ughhhh. Unless somehow I can pretend that I'm still sick? I am better from yesterday and I'm pretty sure it's thanks to (Favorite fruits) that I recovered so quickly~! I should've asked Stan to make some tea too since he was my 'Personal assistant' Dammit! I looked at my clock on my phone, wanting to cry, for the fact that I didn't get to charge it and wasn't happy with the percent it was currently at. Anything less than an 80 pains me. Same goes for grades. I watched it go from 6:59 to 7:00 am and my alarm boomed loudly on my phone with (Favorite song) playing which startled me for a second because I loved that song. I woke up earlier than my alarm. I forgot I even set the damn thing in the first place last night before I went to bed. However, my alarm was my favorite song and of course it's my alarm and great to listen to at that~

I smiled contently and shot up straight, starting to dance to it but then heard my door swing open and saw Shelly standing there looking pissed. I grew nervously in an instant wondering what she would do.

"Hey Shelly what's--"

I was interrupted by her loud yell that made me jump. "SHUT THAT SHIT OFF! IT'S KILLING MY EARS!"

I gasped now actually starting to cry a little. "HOW COULD YOU HATE THIS SONG?! IT'S LITERALLY AMAZI--"

She screeched again and punched my wall making a slight dent in It with her fist. "CAN IT BEFORE I CAN YOU. NOW TURN IT OFF, TURD!"

I scrambled for my phone and turned it off then dropped my phone raising my hands above my head. She smiled sweetly soon after. "Thanks! I swore I would have killed you if we weren't living with each other but dad would kill me first. Also I'd feel pretty guilty about doing it but don't you dare tell anybody I said that." Her expression changed back into that of an angry one. She pointed at my chest, specifically my heart. "Got it?"

I laughed nervously waving a hand to dismiss her. "Yeah sure..."

She relaxed herself a little, putting her hands at her sides. "Good. Now go get ready for school mom said there's breakfast for you. It's pancakes. Eat it or starve yourself for all I care."

I nodded my head and watched her leave. Jeez, she sure does have an attitude problem, close to being bipolar.. She's worse than me when I'm mad... Crazy enough to punch walls. I shivered at that thought. I always felt bad for Stan having to deal with her... Meh, I should start getting ready instead of declassifying Shelly's psyche.

I came out of my room and went outside. The moment I did I saw Stan outside his door still in his Pajamas as well. He rubbed his eyes and then stood there for a few moments. We exchanged glares and knew what we were both thinking. I got onto the balls of my feet readying myself to sprint, placing my arms in running position. He mimicked the same motion and the next second we were both off for a race to the bathroom. I was ahead of him for a few seconds and looked back and saw that he caught up to me. "Fuck!" I shouted and we both arrived to the door and were wedged in between each other as we tried coming in at the same time.

"Marshy!' I said sighing. "Great, now we're both-- GNAHH" I felt a hand grab me by my back. "HEY!" Stan and I shouted as we were yanked out of the doorway, landing flat on our butts. We looked up and saw Shelly for a split second before slamming the door shut. "GET OUT MY WAY NEXT TIME TURDS! I'M GOING FIRST!" She now shouts through the door

Just imagining what she would've done if one of us had gotten in first sends chills down my spine. How do Sharon and Randy not hear all the racket we make then not complain about it like decent parents?

I rubbed my head as if that were the part I got hurt from. I mainly felt some pain from the fall on my butt but I am not rubbing that especially in front of Stan that is just too weird. I heard the shower turn on and realized she stepped in.

I looked up and saw Stan who was standing with his hand out.

"I should've just let you gone first. You can have it when she gets out and from now on too I guess.." I heard him mutter and saw him blushing a little. I smiled and allowed him to lift me up.

"Aw, such a kind gesture, Marshy~!" I gushed aloud, furthering his blush.

He looked away from my eyes. "Uh-huh, don't mention it."

"Okay. Let's go eat the pancakes Sharon left for us~" I said and grabbed his hand. He tilted his head a little bit, raising an eyebrow out of confusion but I didn't get why he would be confused. There was nothing I did wrong but then I realized it. Oh crap could it be that in this world I called them mom and dad?! Shit if that's the case then holy fucking hell. I did call her Mrs. Marsh the other day at our sleepover and it didn't seem like they noticed or cared about me calling her something other than my mom. I need to think of a lie quick.

"I wanted to use her first name from now on. It's a social experiment that I always wanted to test out on adults specifically, to see how they'd react to me calling them by their first names instead of their last like we do. For example, for dad I'd call him Randy/Mr. Marsh and Sharon/Mrs. Marsh. Even though the other day I said Mrs. Marsh she didn't seem phased by it and the others certainly didn't notice either, probably because we said it in unison, though. So I thought I'd switch it up for them and I would continue it for the other adults as well, by being on a first name basis with everyone..." I said and laughed nervously at the end with my hand still in his.

Stan shrugged at that. "You didn't need to go into a whole explanation. Just thought it was a little strange not enough. To make me think you weren't the real (Y/n) or something. If that even made any sense~" He said and chuckled. I chuckled along too but I was dying on the inside. If only he knew how right he was...

"Those pancakes sounds good~ Let's go while Shelly takes her sweat time-- I mean sweet time in that shower." He whispered. I nodded with a smile, at that and we both went downstairs hand in hand.