A/N: Kind of a follow up to my story Red and Perky Goth, except without Cherry, to those who reviewed and loved that story. It sounds cliche'd and Mary Sue-ish for me to kind of write this, but I hope you like it anyway, I'm not sure how many chapters it will have, but bear with me as always. I only own my OC, everyone else is Matt Stone and Trey Parker.

Sydney was a new girl in school for a while now. She wasn't a conformist like most of the other students in South Park Elementary, but she was still usually happy. She was a Perky Goth, and accepted as a fifth member to the Goth clique at school. Sydney wore her raven hair down with some silver berrets and a fringed black dress like what Henrietta wore. She wore fingerless gloves which exposed her crimson blood coated fingernails, fishnet stockings and black boots. She was with the Goth Kids again as they sat together dully.

"Hey Georgie!" Sydney smiled at the Kindergoth.

"Hmm?" Georgie glanced at her.

"Your poem about first grade was super intense, I love the details you had on becoming a wolf spider to devour your teacher, Ms. Stevenson!" Sydney giggled.

"Oh, thank you..." Georgie smirked at her. Sydney was like an older sister to him and he kind of needed it since his home life was crappy and since he was the youngest Goth, he was usually ignored by the rest of the group.

"What do you wanna do this weekend, Henri?" Evan asked, puffing smoke from his just as darkened mouth.

"I don't know, maybe we could go to Benny's together." Henrietta shrugged.

"Are we gonna have a poetry session there?" Dylan asked them.

Henrietta and Evan glanced at him, then at each other, then back at him.

"Dude, it's kind of a date." Evan clarified.

"Oh." Dylan felt hurt inside. He then turned to the shortest Goth. "Say Georgie, how about you and I go to my house and watch SAW?"

"Can't," Georgie replied abruptly. "I'm meeting Karen McCormick at that pizza place with video games. I'm trying to see if I can turn her into a nonconformist."

"Oh." Dylan felt hurt again.

"Why Dylan?" Sydney asked. "What are you doing this weekend?"

Dylan turned to her. "Apparentally nothing, everyone's busy."

"Aw," Sydney frowned, then had a darkened smile. "Why don't you come over to my place? I'm always happy to have a guest who has a just as tortured soul as mine!"

"Umm,... Okay..." Dylan felt a smirk come across his face.

Then the school bell rang.

"I'm gonna get to class, see you guys after school, okay?" Sydney said.

"Okay." the other Goths responded as Sydney left.

What a beautiful dark angel... How sweet of her to invite me over... Sweet? Why did I say that? Am I in love? No, I can't be! Love is just a conformist emotion! Dylan thought hard as Sydney was out of sight and he was with the other Goths.