histórias de Clydedonovanxreader

The flight felt like it took days upon days to end... maybe it was because you felt too jittery to fall asleep for many hours and only successfully rested for about two. Your mother got you up at the asscrack of dawn (around 6:00 in the morning), and instructed you to get yourself ready. You didn't... really feel like yourself. From the lack of sleep to the jitters to the fact that you're leaving what you once knew... it just felt like a lot.

You could be flipping off Craig. You could be playing basketball with Stan. You could be on a study date with Kyle. Or you could be doing something that's isn't cliche or unoriginal. (i don't own south park or you. neither do i own any featured characters.)

The passion in his heart, the lust-filled eyes, this is the person you want to be with... JK LMAO👋👋👋😂😂😂😂😂GET FUCKED BY FOURTH GRaders👌👌😤😤😂😂😩

You were always the quiet one in South Park's loud, chaotic group. Always dragged into wild adventures by the main four boys. Even so, you were one of them. When you had to move away, it left more than just an empty space in their lives, it left unspoken feelings and a promise. A vow to play Stick of Truth again if you ever returned. Now, years later, you're back in South Park as a high schooler. The town hasn't changed much, but you have. Reuniting with your old friends, you remind them of the promise. And just like that, the game is back on. As nostalgia turns into something new, Cartman introduces his next chaotic vision: Superheroes. As the group builds their new fantasy world, you're drawn not only back into their antics, but into something deeper. New friendships begin to form. Old feelings start to resurface. With your own heart caught in the middle, you must choose your place in the group and decide what kind of hero you want to be.