South Park: I RememberMysterion watched as Captain Hindsight stumbled out of the secret headquarters, waving around the stupid vodka bottle. He breathed in and out slowly. He let himself go again. Got too riled up and blown up to the wrong person. He looked down at the ground. Why try to explain his suffering and pain to a fucking ex-TV reporter?
Mysterion looked up to where the jail was, Butters dressed as Professor Chaos locked inside. Fuck, he forgot he was there. Mysterion grumbled in his disguised voice.
"What, Butters?" He growled out.
Butters nervously fidgeted with his knuckles, looking down. He licked his chapped lips and quiet down his growling stomach. Butters looked back up and stared at Mysterion shyly and nervously.
"I-I..." He tried.
"Look, Butters. I'm gonna go and catch up with the guys now, alright?" Mysterion said, looking away. He started heading to the stairs.
"No, wait!" Butters cried out, sticking his hands out of the bars.
"What, Butters?" Mysterion growled, gett
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"So, you are coming down for the reunion this year, right?" Stan asked over the phone in his annoying, doubting voice.
"For the last fucking time, yes!" I practically yell into the phone, throwing more crap into my bag. "You don't have to call every minute to ask the same damn question!"
"Well, Kenny, you didn't come the last 2 times!" Stan mumbled, clearly pissed at me. It's been 3 years since we've graduated from South Park High and for some reason Wendy thinks we have to have a reunion every year. Which I don't understand, because almost everybody still lives in South Park except for Token, Jimmy, and me.
"I told you I hate reunions and the only reason I'm going this year is because Karen called me in tears saying how much she misses me." Curse me and my inability to say no to m
Kenny's Reunion Ch.2 "Hey, Ken! Are ya here for the reunion?" Butters acting cheerful made me want to punch him in the face, but I knew I couldn't do that. The guilt of ruining his perfect, beautiful face would be too much and seeing him cry would probably send me to my death bed. Not that it really matters, since I would come back eventually.More Like This
"Yeah, was kinda forced to come. What are you doing at the airport?" If Stan's information was correct, Butters still lived in South Park, but last I heard, he lived with Cartman. That's probably changed now if they really broke up.
"I'm here to pick up Jimmy! He's comin' down for the reunion, too," Butters exclaimed with a huge smile.
"That's cool." And with that the conversation stopped and it became awkward silence. I silently prayed for Stan to hurry his ass up, but while the silence stretched on,
Kenny's Reunion Ch.3 "Well, gee, thanks, Ken!" Butters exclaimed as he sat down next to me. I quickly buried myself into my menu trying to ignore the boy that was too close to me. "Um, I need a menu."More Like This
"Just borrow Kenny's." I shot a glare at Kyle who just smirked back at me. "I think Kenny wants to do the 2 for 20 special, Butters. Why don't you two do that!"
Butters turns to his left to look at me, obviously waiting for me to answer. "Butters, would you like to do the 2 for 20 special with me?" I asked, really wanting to get this deal.
"I would love to!" Butters claps his hands together in excitement. After a few minutes of awkward conversation, we finally got our food. Kyle and Stan kept talking, well more like flirting, while Butters and I silently ate our food.
"So, who were you supposed to meet
Kenny's Reunion Ch.4 I woke up to a warm sensation to my left. I looked over to see Butters cuddled into my side. I wondered if he did that before he fell asleep or during his sleep. I looked at the clock on the side table and saw that it was only 5 am. Needing to pee, I tried to get out of bed without Butters waking up, but that's kind of hard to do when the boy has attached himself to you.More Like This
"Mmm, Ken?" Butters questioned, waking up.
"Yeah, sorry, I just need to pee. You can go back to sleep." I started getting off the bed, but Butters grabbed my arm before I could move too far.
"Um, sorry." He blushed, letting go of my arm. I smiled and gave him a pat on the arm.
"I'll be right back." I rushed to the bathroom, did my business, and came back in record time. Butters was still awake, like he was waitin
Kenny's Reunion Ch. 6 "I think there is too many people here," I complained loudly as we made our way to the school's football field. The reunion had actually started 30 minutes ago, but Stan was having a crisis over clothes and beer that morning, so we ended up arriving late. Our graduating class only had 36 people, but the football field was filled with people I had never seen before.More Like This
"Well, most people bring there family members," Kyle said from beside me. He was carrying a case of beer and Stan was carrying another. At least there'll be tons of beer.
"Why the fuck would people bring family? It's a high school reunion, not a 'meet-my-family-that's-obviously-better-than-yours' reunion." We walked onto the field and I immediately started scanning the crowd for a small, blonde boy.
"Just be nice, Kenny! I don't want to pull you from a fight today." Stan calmly said,
Kenny's Reunion Ch. 8 "So, when are ya coming back?" I heard Butters' pleading voice on the other end of the line.More Like This
"I've only been gone a week! Are you having some major Kenny withdrawals?" I asked as I skimmed over my now empty apartment. I had left South Park a few days after the reunion with promises to come back soon after. Even though Butters and I decided to ignore my marriage proposal for now, we agreed to move in together in a cheap apartment that we found together in Denver. We had talked about this for a long time, but we finally came to the conclusion that it would probably be for the best, since I honestly did not want to stay in South Park and Butters needed to get away from the small town with the horrid memories and we really wanted to be together. Butters even got me to agree to go to community college and how he did that, don't ask, because I think he might have some powers over me that I can't explain. I wa
kenny x buttersButters looked out of the tent and breathed in the fresh mountain air. He had his favourite things all around him nature and the love of his life...More Like This
He walked back into the green tent and wrapped up warm in a sleping bag was kenny.
Butters cuddled up to him and breathed in his scent he kissed his cheek and sighed this moment was perfect...
"Butters you're breathing in ear" Kenny grunted.
"Sorry kenny you just look so peaceful in your sleep" Butters sighed happily.
Kenny grabbed butters and held him in his ams butters head was resting on kenny chest and he could hear his perfect heartbeat.
Kenny didn't go back to sleep he just looked up at the top of the tent.
Butter watched him dreamily...
"Whatcha thinking about?" Butters asked.
Kenny looked at butters ruffled his fingers through his poofball hair and said softly
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Oh please, Cartman scoffed, rolling his eyes and setting down his half eaten double cheeseburger. I dont think so Craig! Girls think Im way hotter than you! All of the boys looked at each other with skeptical glances. Butters had recently brought news to the lunch table that the girls had made a list rating the boys in their class from cutest to ugliest, and suspicions were running wild. Craig shook his head, holding back the urge to flip off the arrogant boy. Instead, he satisfied himself with a witty one liner.
You dont think they put the fat tub of lard at the bottom?
No! Cartman answered shortly, crossing his arms like a stubborn child. Cause people know that Im not fat! Im buff. And they probably put you at the bottom because you have fucked up teeth. Or Kenny cause hes poor.
My ears perked up as I choked on a gasp. It never faile
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I woke up, not knowing where I was till I looked around the room and realized that I was in my own bedroom. How did I get here? I can't remember anything from last night. The other boys probably put something in my drink, they were always doing something mischievous like that to me. I looked over to the clock and saw that it said 8 am. I crawled to the other side of my bed and noticed that my cellphone was laying on the floor. I reached out and grabbed it, seeing that I had 20 missed messages and 5 missed calls. I quickly opened my phone and first went to the messages. Most of them were from Ike, while some of them were from Stan and Tweek. Curious as to why Stan would text me, I looked at his message first.
Stan: where r u?
That was all Stan typed. I quickly looked at Ike's and Tweek's messages, too, but they were mostly s
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I woke up to find needles placed into my arms and the bandage on my shoulder was gone. Hey Stan. How long was I out for? I asked looking over at Stan who held 4 fingers up. Four Hours. I said in disbelief then I looked for Butters and Kyle. They had to go home. Visiting hours was over when we came in. They'll be back soon Stan said after he realized what I was doing. A nurse walked into the room and saw that I was awake. I'll go tell the doctor you're awake She said before walking out of our room. As she shut the door me and Stan heard a click. Turning our heads towards the door at the back of the room we both gasped. There stood at the back of the room was Eric Cartman. He took some steps towards me saying Kenny they can't save you now. Stan started to shake and looked at me terror across his face. What do you want Cartman? I asked trying to not let the terror that I felt show in my voice. Sta
Bunny: Chap. 2About a week had passed since the day I figured out that I had feelings for Butters. I was still trying to accept it. I really couldn't believe that I liked a DUDE. I mean, I had always gone for the girls with the huge tits and nice ass. Ya know, the future Play Boy Bunnies. I had never pictured myself liking a DUDE. But Butters was so adorable! And his personality was every guys dream. He was sweet as hell, willing to do anything for you, and totally let you be the leader. Sounds perfect right? Butter's had the looks, the personality, all that was missing was a fucking vagina.More Like This
It was Saturday and I was sitting in my shit whole room alone. I had plans to hang out with Stan, but he canceled because he had a date with Wendy. I swear, if they break up one more time, I'll kill them both so they can't get back together. Again. They had been on and off so many times that I'd lost count. I sighed as I remembered this. Stan had turned into such an ass whole over the years. His life revolved ar
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When he stepped inside their house, he removed his shoes after having wiped them on the mat outside used purposely for the dirt of any visitor's dirty shoes - or their own. He always removed his orange jacket out of politeness and smiled softly at the two adults before letting the other blonde greet his parents with a small hug.
He stood there politely, thanking them for having him over, removing his nose stud - as he knew they didn't approve of facial piercings - and placing it in a small bag they always gave him in case he lost it. He thanked them again for the hospitality they showed him.
Stephen and Linda Stotch always greeted him with the kindess they ensured - for everybody but their own son, who they thought to be the son of the Devil as he always 'misbehaved' - Kenny greeted them with the same kindness, allowing them to see how happy he was with Butters, and how Butters was anything but misbehaved.
Well, on occasions.
"Thank you for having me over, Mr
Avatar DipIt has been a good thousand years since the invasion of the Sky People, or humans, as they called themselves, onto the planet-like moon of Pandora that orbits the planet of Polyphemus. Songs are still sung of the heroic Dreamwalker that saved the Na'vi. The Omaticaya tribe sings the most about Jakesully in their Great Hometree, one of the largest Hometrees Pandora has to offer; it is sung that the Great Hometree was taken down by the Sky People, but a new one grew just as strong, large, and high as the predecessor.More Like This
The clan chief Sa'tan and the spiritual leader, his mate, had a son named Damien, a Na'vi who would become the chief after his father. On the same day, another Na'vi was born, but one not so important in the Omaticaya clan, at least not at the time. When Damien met this other Na'vi, a boy by the name of Pip, the child had sternly said they would be friends. Pip agreed mostly out of fear, since even at a young age he knew it wouldn't be smart to upset the chief's son.
Dont Forget South Park Chap 1I sighed as I walked back into school having just been let out of Hell. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket pulling it out I saw it was a text from Kyle I stopped outside our tutor room reading it.More Like This
DUDE BUTTERS IS UPSET WHERE R U? I didn't bother replying and just walked into the room. I heard Butters sniffling and my head immediately turned towards him. Butters was sat on a four table opposite him was Stan and Kyle who were both comforting him. As I walked over and sat down next to him Butters calmed down slightly his sniffles becoming quieter. When Butters sniffles were almost inaudible he looked up at me and I smiled at him laughing when he threw his arms around my waist. Stan and Kyle looked up from whatever they were talking about gave us a small sigh then joined in with my laughter. Butters pouted he didn't know what was so funny and that made me laugh more. Stan sighed his blue eyes troubled and we all looked at him confused Kyle probably the most confused of
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Stan Marsh - Age: 17
Eye Color: Black
Hair: Average length/Black
Bio: An emo kid with a heart of gold, Stan likes black clothes, eyeliner, and his Boyfriend Kyle. He is bisexual. His relationship with Wendy is still in question as at times their relationship is borderline romantic at times.
Kyle Broflovski - Age: 16
Eye Color: Green
Hair: Shoulder Length/Orange
Bio: Smart, funny, and a total techno rave, Kyle like glow sticks, tight clothes, and his Boyfriend Stan. He is gay. He has a clothes relationship with Bebe. The two often go shopping together and tend to bicker at each other in a friendly fashion.
Wendy Test burger - Age 17
Eye Color -Blue
Hair: Around shoulder length/Black
Bio: Extreme women rights activist and leader of South Park's high school newspaper, Wendy like to help out others, shopping (Shaopaholic), and having a good times with friends. Often seen hanging
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"Look, Damien!" A short blonde chirped as he pressed his face and the tip of his index finger to the frosty window. Little white flakes danced from pregnant gray clouds that hid the sun, but the new snow blanketing itself of the ground made Pip squint at first. The sound of combat boots against wood neared closer until Pip felt arms wrap around his waist.
"What is that?" Damien suddenly gasped when he actually peered out the window. Pip looked over his shoulder to see Damien's crimson eyes wide in shock as he stared out the window.
"Its…snow, love. Haven't you eva' seen it?" Pip asked. Damien shook his head slightly, not taking his eyes off the white substance fluttering down from the sky. "Snow is…frozen water. It falls from the clouds when it gets really cold," Pip explained, not really sure how to explain it to his demon boyfriend. Damien looked down at Pip dumbfounded. Pip smiled and grabbed Damien's hand off his waist and tugged him to the door. Damien f
Take me away DIP"Lies, lies, all lies! All of it is lies!" Philip "Pip" Pirrup seethes as he tears out pages from The Bible and crumples them up, then throwing them aside. The crumpled up pieces of crisp yellow paper surrounded him in little balls. Some pages landed in the puddles of blood around the alter behind him, where Father Maxi, priest of this church, now lays lifelessly. His blood was still leaking out of his body and pooling around him.More Like This
If Pip hadn't slit his throat first then he would have drowned in his own blood.
The priest had been the first man Pip had ever killed, though the blond held no remorse for him. The man deserved it, Pip knew. He deserved all that had happened to him and more. Thinking back to all the horrible things this man has done to him in the past three years, Pip thought that he should have made him suffer more. There was no dougt in his mind that what he did was right.
"Their all liars!" He tore out another page. His voice echoed all throughout the church. "Liars!"
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If I had known If I'd
Choking back tears. I haven't done it in years but right now I feel like that child I once was, that little kid who was always desperate for some attention whether it was negative or positive.
But someone was always there to listen.
He was always there, in more ways than one. And I never got to tell him so. I'd felt miserable, in turmoil, even shameful but now I can see how easily we fit together, like a piece of Near's puzzle no, not at all like Near's puzzle, we've never been like that, we were more like the broken, irregular missing pieces finding each other, once part of a matching set but determined to strike out on our own, still ultimately bonded together and strong.
I've never got to confess to him just how important he was to me, the complicated feelings I experienced whenever I thought about him, saw him or even just heard his name.
One syllable one
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I heard someone knocking at my door. Sighing, I got up and opened it. Of course, it was lardass and Kenny.
"Craig, what the hell are you doing home? You're supposed to be out fighting Tweek."
"Red Racer's on." I said, annoyed because I was missing it.
"Craig, you can watch Red Racer any day of the week!"
"I DO watch Red Racer everyday of the week."
"Well that's fine. I guess you don't care about what Tweek said about your mom."
"Nope." I closed the door. I hated my parents anyway. The knocking came again, just as I was about to sit down. I flipped the door off then opened it.
"Oh I guess you don't care what Tweek said about your guinea pig."
"What?! What did he say about Stripes?" Stripes was the only one I truely could relate to in this world, even though he's a guinea pig. It means he can't argue back with me, and he's a loyal pet, so I can let him run around my room without worry.
"Oh nothing, except that you stick it up your ass before you go to bed."
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"Nami-swan! Robin chwan!" Sanji pirouetted across the upper deck, laden tray perfectly balanced on one outstretched hand. Coming to a stop between the lounge chairs the ladies currently occupied, he crooned. "Please take these tokens of my love and refresh yourselves!"
The cook basked in the glow of their attention as both glanced up from their respective reading to accept a drink with murmured appreciation. The hearts in his eyes danced with giddy happiness as he made his way back to the galley, oblivious to his surroundings.
Which was probably why he didn't notice Zoro's prone form next to the mast until he found himself sprawled across the other man.
"Oi!" The swordsman's eyes cracked open to glare at the blonde. "Bastard, watch where you're fucking going!" Strong hands closed on Sanji's shoulders and thrust him viole
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Jack's eyes opened slowly to reveal Pitch sitting in a large armchair beside the bed reading. The boy stretched out an arm and poked Pitch's leg with his sleeve covered hand. The Boogeyman looked up from his book. "So you're already awake?" Jack nodded, not wanting to speak, since his throat felt like he swallowed knives. Pitch got out a thermometer. "Open." The frost elf did as he was told and after a short time the numbers read: 89.
The Nightmare King sighed. "That's not good," and he began to walk into another room.
Jack looked confused and realized he didn't want to be alone. "Pitch, wait!" His scratchy voice managed to say.
The man huffed and turned round; his eyes looked like fire. "Jack, be quiet, you're only going to make yourself worse if you keep talking. Say another word and I'll give you nightmares for a week." The young guardian pouted angrily, but pulled the covers up over his mouth. Satisfied, Pitch left the room.
He returned shortly with a sm
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Jack Frost was walking alone in the woods, or at least that's what he believed. Not to far away Pitch laughed to himself. "So vulnerable. It's as if you want to be captured." Jack continued walking, completely oblivious to his stalker, do to that fact he was exhausted. Suddenly he heard a strange noise behind him. The guardian turned around, only to have a sharp object fly into his right arm.
"Gaah!" He shouted in surprise, quickly pulling the object out. It was a sharp arrowhead made of black sand. "Pitch," the boy mumbled as his vision blurred. He stumbled and hit the ground, his eyes refusing to stay open. The last thing he saw was Pitch walking towards him, a devious smile on his face.
When Jack woke all he could see was darkness. He tried to move, but realized he was trapped in vines of black sand. The guardian tried to break free, but the sand held him fast.
"Awake so soon?" Jack's eyes finally adjusted to the dark, and he glared at the figure approachi
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This is Berk, nice place, nice people and nice pets. The people who live here are Vikings; they are warriors and they never give up.
I spend most of the time here; I think it is like nine months.
By the way, my name is Jack, The Jack Frost. I'm the one who brings the winter, the one who makes the snow and the cool blizzards, and of course the one who makes the snowstorms. Why do I mention it? Well, that is all I know.
One night with a full moon, I woke up in a frozen lake. Then the moon told me that my name was Jack Frost, and that was all…
Umm, do you want more details about me? Well I'm apparently nineteen years old, I'm pretty tall, I have white and messy hair and I have blue eyes. I am always wearing a brown coat; under my coat I have a brown vest and a white long sleeved shirt, and brown pants… oh! And I don't wear any shoes, I like to feel the frozen ground under my feet.
Well this the story of how I
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I don't own Jack frost, Bunnymund or any other character from the Rise of the Guardians Universe, I just love them a lot!
Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed the first part of the fic! I'm having a blast writing it and I'm so thrilled that people are enjoying it. This chapter was harder than I thought it would be, but I wanted to do it justice, and I like the way it turned out!
Aster sat in a small chair next to Jack's bed, staring at the winter spirit's face, which was so pale in nearly vanished into his pillow. He looked so much like he was sleeping that Aster kept expecting those ice blue eyes to pop open, that thin mouth to spread into a smile and tell everyone that he was fine and they could stop fussing over him. He wasn't sleeping though, he wasn't unconscious either. The guardians didn't have a clue what was afflicting their newest member, but the general consensus was it wasn't goo
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Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Frost, Bunnymund or any other characters from the Rise of the Guardians universe; I just love them a lot!
The Easter Bunny stood on the balcony of Santa's Workshop, looking out over the vast white expanse of the North Pole. The cold wind whiped his fur around, the thin layer doing nothing to protect him from its biting chill. He shivered in spite of himself, he wasn't used to cold like this, his brow furrowed as he tried to remember the last time he had felt this cold. It had been just over one hundred and four years ago, just before- "No." E. Aster Bunnymund said out loud, cutting the thought off right there.
He heard the sound of the door behind him opening a moment before the voice reached him "Bunnymund, what happened?" Said the Russian accented voice of Santa as he walked over to stand next to the rabbit. With no response forthcoming North continued "You need to talk. You show up in middle of workshop, carrying an unconscious Jack who is barely clingi
Alive and Warm (WWII Kyman AU/Part II)Eric had come for me after we’d returned from a day of work, demanding I follow him, which I did. By this point, the Eric Cartman I’d known had become nothing more than a collection of memories; this person, who wore the uniform and never smiled, never once acted as I had remembered him, was not Eric Cartman, but an imposter who’d stolen his skin and worn it was his own.More Like This
On the street, our presence would no doubt cause a great deal of trouble, so Eric whirled around the closest corner, leaving me to hopelessly follow behind him. Once we were in confidence, concealed by the dark cover of night, I spoke first. I felt I was entitled.
“What’s going on?” I asked him, not caring about whatever he’d so boldly come to tell me. Fear had dominated all of me. “We’ve never had hangings before now, random shootings. Oh god, Eric, what’s happening here?”
Eric’s lips were pressed so securely together as he stared me down, but I m
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The last few days were treacherously warm.
Of course, at the time, I hadn’t known they were the last days in the ghetto, up until the final seventy-two hours. But I was certain none of the others knew the significance of November 15th like I did, and even then, I felt as if I’d cheated.
On what was to become the final day, I woke before dawn to the shrill echoes of a whistle from the streets below. It was so cold, and I felt the contrast from days past to the marrow of my bones. My dreams had been pitiless, and the memories wafting from this deep disremembered part of me became all the more impractical upon my waking in a room as dusty and hard as this. Everything smelt of brick, dust, and ice, and winter’s cold grip had begun its worst on this small corner of the world overnight.
The wailing of Hena’s baby began from the opposite side of the room, and from my spot compressed between those whose language was foreign to my own, I could ove