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Fixing the Fractured
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Ongoing, First published Apr 19, 2019
South Park TFBH X Reader AU
Imagine a world with people who have unique qualities called Prerogatives where they choose to either dominate or serve, you have a hidden Prerogative called Blink&Storm Classing you as a Elementalist. You are a Exchange Student going to South Park High, you live with Butter's Family inside their Attic. You are going into a school with different factions and you are the outcast, on the flip side you are a hero at night fighting the dangers of the dark. Will you help save the Fractured? or will you be Fractured in this dog eats dog world? Save or Fall...
Has hints of the Hidden Superhero Identities Au and Mirrorverse Au Cross posted
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2 parts Ongoing

Six teenagers. Genetically engineered. Organically weaponized. Publicly declared heroes, and privately ticking time bombs. The walking-talking equivalent of a biohazard weapon. The kind that reeks of sweat and streetlights and the unindominatable human spirit. The kind they wished they knew how to break. You see, they weren't born. Because life isn't as easy as crawling out of a womb anymore, with blood and serum and the warm exhale of a mother's love. No, it was far 'easier' than that. They were built - piece by piece, chemical after chemical, atom to atom - where scientists preferred fighting on which new type of atomic ray to experiment with next rather than the freaking Geneva Convention. Because, inside Helix Labs, lay the wasteland of glass and live wires and the unmistakable smell of a brand new, bioweapon. Was that a newborn cursed with a modified brain, heart, or muscle? Or did they prefer kidney, lungs or bone? No. Why? Because they weren't born...they were crafted, congealed, and set on a path of righteous fury. They were never given a choice, only the cold looming shadow of a power far greater than them when they decided to condemn the evolutionary design and man handled into existence their own path of 'heroism'. Now, these walking anomalies patrol the glass and grime skyline of Haem city, a place where chrome and corruption reek havoc side by side. Where sin and silicon are separated by a gap of letters and not materialistic gain. The mutagens call themselves saviours, the Authority calls them property and the villains refer to them as misguided. They were made to serve humanity, when they were never humans themselves. Welcome to the future, it's much colder than you think.