A Goth's Love | Michael x Reader

A Goth's Love | Michael x Reader

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South Park
You thought you were a human living a normal life, but you are a demon from hell assigned a mission from Satan himself to keep watch of a little mountain town in Colorado called South Park. You and your "family" move there and attend South Park Elementary. You are also a goth so you never really had any friends, but happen to run into a certain tall goth along with his other friends. Maybe befriending the goths wouldn't be a bad idea; after all it may be worth it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Art work created by me. Characters belongs to South Park. Oc's created by me. You create you. -Warning- *language *gore *suicidal thoughts *depression *self harm *abuse *sexual content (mostly jokes) *possible lemons *drug/ alcohol use #1 in Pete 12/30/2021
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Hey, you! Yeah, you. Listen up, dude, because I don't have much time. Actually, I have a ton of time, I just don't feel like repeating myself. South Park is infested with zombies. Yeah, you heard me right. Shuffling around, undead, want to eat you zombies. I'm stuck as some kind of leader of a tiny crew of kids. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but everyone else seems to think I do, so I guess we're going with that. In a few days the whole town went from being kinda nuts to completely chaotic. Why do people think I'm a good leader? Why'd all the adults leave? Where's literally half of my grade, they can't all be dead, can they? Why are we not allowed to leave South Park? Do they want us die? How long can we keep on living like this? Most importantly, why couldn't I have just gone with Tweek to the stupid bathroom? Now he's M.I.A. and it's my fault. Anyway, I hope maybe you can find some pleasure in reading this. I mean, I would probably get bored, but whatever floats your boat, dude. Gotta run. Clyde's throwing another fit because someone ate his Hot Pocket (Spoiler Alert, it was me). See ya later, stranger. -Craig **NOTE: the story is not written as journal entries by Craig, I just thought it would be a fun little bit to put as the hook. Apologies if it is misleading.** **ALSO NOTE: the mature content warning is for language, and language only. Well, and I suppose gore and violence, but that depends on what you define as gore and violence**

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