South Park Teen Years
Chapter 1
Co-Writer GreyKing46
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WARNING! This fanfiction contains LGBT themes, racist comments and themes and religious poking. The writers of this fanfiction do not enforce nor encourage the bashing or discrimination of ANYONE who is of the LGBT community, nor do we enforce racism or racist comments. The writers of this fanfiction do not condone discrimination of religions or religious icons; this fanfiction is satirical humour ONLY.
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A group of people walked through a movie theatre type corridor.
All dressed in various costumes.
One was a black haired guy with glasses wearing stereotypical vampire clothing. Next to him was a blonde who was dressed in an over the top, yet slightly sexy, witch costume
The second guy had brown hair, wearing a black knight costume. And next to him was a blonde haired woman dressed in a...sexy Succubus costume
And lastly was a silvery-haired woman wearing a cowgirl costume with spider-legs coming from her back.
"Man that party was great." The vampire laughed, taking out his fake fangs "But these things where REAL uncomfortable."
"Can't wait to get out of this costume." The knight grumbled gently, rolling his shoulders
"I think you look great." The succubus woman smiled and teased
"Your fault for choosing such a heavy suit." The spider woman (haha) laughed
"It's mainly Styrofoam, sis." The brown haired knight answered. "Besides you didn't change all that much."
"Don't complain, Ghost." The spider woman responded
"I'm not I-...Can we just find another universe to see?" The now named "Ghost" asked
"Yeah, these heels are killing me." The witch nodded
"Okay, how about this one?" The succubus asked
"Which one's this, Grey? South Park?" Ghost asked the man dressed as a vampire.
"... Oh my god, they killed Kenny!" The now named Grey joked, opening the door
"A~nd...we've got another frigging movie, not an exit." Ghost sighed
The group laughed, going into the room
"Alright, let's have a look at the plot." Ghost spoke grabbing the summary sheet from the back of the door.
"What's it say?" The Succubus woman asked
"Calm down Catherine, give him a minute to read." the witch laughed as she sat down and removed her shoes, rubbing her feet with a winch
"Thanks, Luna." Ghost answered, unclasping his cloak. "Huh, okay. This is new."
"What?" Grey asked
"Well, it's more like a collection of other stories. Stan, Kyle Kenny...Pretty cool stuff. Take a look." Ghost answered, handing the folder to Grey
"... ah, the South Park kids as teens." Grey nodded
"Yeah, so...Change while the story is going on?" Ghost asked
Luna shrugged as she sat back. She was dressed in a black and red corset, a black cape and a green and black skirt with grey tights
Catherine was dressed in a deep dark red corset, a black headband with red devil horns, fake red devil wings on her back, red short shorts, a red 'belt' with a fake tail that ended in a reverse heart shape, black fishnet stockings and red high heels
...
"...We leave the costumes on." Ghost quickly rectified, sitting next to Catherine
"Agreed." Grey smiled, pulling Luna close
"Good choice." Catherine kissed her husband.
"On with the show." The silver-haired woman smiled, starting the movie
"Dang it, Weaver!" Ghost quickly snapped
*In South Park*
We zoom in slowly on a peaceful quiet old mountain town
Snow-capped mountains, surrounded by a forest; houses, stores and other buildings used sparingly to give an air of freedom yet homely feel.
We find ourselves just outside of town where a large mechanical monster covered in Nazi symbols and pictures of a fat kids face was lying destroyed, wrecked and on fire
Walking out of the flames unharmed and un-weirded out where two teenagers
Both teenagers were about sixteen to seventeen.
"Well...Lived as a racist fat fuck, DIED like a racist fat fuck." A young man wearing an orange jacket, green hat with black shoes spoke.
"No-one's gonna miss him." A blue jacket and hat, brown trouser wearing teen added
"... How much you wanna bet he's still alive?" The green hat wearing teen groaned
"Honestly, I don't WANT to make that bet...Two bucks, Kyle?" The blue hat wearing teen responded
"I don't WANT it to be true." the now named Kyle grumbled
"Then let's hope he's having a watermelon-sized pineapple shoved up his fat-ass." The blue-hat wearing teen answered
"Ha! That's too good for him." Kyle laughed. "Thanks, Stan."
"I'm here for you man." Stan grinned
The two headed out back home thinking they just needed to relax after all this bullshit that had just happened within the last 24 hours.
"MAAAAAM!" A voice snapped/cried as an orange parka wearing, blonde haired teen crawled out of the wreckage.
Coughing and grunting out of the metallic pile. "OW...God DAMN! That FUCKING hurt!" The teen groaned, holding his side "You assholes! Argh...Need to...get home." The Orange Parka wearing teen groaned, he wasn't bleeding or anything, but he WAS pissed off.
*Next morning*
Stan was getting out of bed, stretching in relaxation. "Man...yesterday was draining."
"Sta~n, are you going to get up?" A woman's voice called up through his bedroom door.
"Hmm...Yeah. Yeah I'm getting up, mum." Stan answered, stretching as he got out of bed
He stumbled out of bed and walked around, pulling out a bottle of amber liquid from one of his drawers
'Another day of shittiness ahead.' He thought, removing the top of the bottle and took a drink. 'Hnn...Hmm! Smooth.' He thought struggling the amber liquid down
After a simple drink he put the cap back on and put the bottle away
He sighed and got up. "Right...time for breakfast." He grumbled.
He stretched and went down calmly
"Morning son." A short-brown haired woman wearing a brown jacket and blue trousers. She had C-Cup breasts and a slim figure.
"Hey, sport." A black haired and moustached man wearing a blue shirt and black trousers spoke.
They were Stan's mother and father, both in their mid-forties.
"Hey mum, hey dad." Stan answered "What happened last night?"
"Seriously? You don't remember?" Randy, Stan's dad, asked
Stan shrugged, sitting down
"Well, what would you like for breakfast?" Sharon asked
"Eh, anything." He shrugged
"Bacon and eggs it is." Sharon answered.
"Oh, look at the time, I gotta go. See you tonight." Randy spoke, leaving for work.
He took off running
...
"...Doesn't he know it's Saturday?" Stan asked
"Give him a minute." Sharon sighed as she continued to cook
*With Kyle*
Kyle grumbled as he awoke rubbing his eyes
"Hmm...Dang...Morning sun..." Kyle grumbled as he rubbed his eyes.
His room for as filled with Doritos bags, bottle of drink and more
"Man...My room's a mess..." Kyle whispered, stretching out and headed downstairs.
But he shrugged without a care
"Good morning, Kyle." A hefty woman with a beehive bonnet of red hair spoke.
"Morning mum." Kyle responded, cracking his back.
He cracked his back lightly, sighing
"You're spending too much time on that computer, it's ruining your back." Kyle's mother nagged lightly
"Mum, I just slept weird. I'm fine." He waved off
"Well, alright." She responded
"Heya bro!" A voice called down from the stairs, it was a black-haired boy wearing a blue shirt and trousers.
"Hey, Ike." Kyle answered "How you doing?" He smiled at his Canadian adopted brother
"Good, just waiting for you both. Before I go out." Ike answered "I'm meeting up with some friends."
"Any girls?" Kyle teased
"Kyle!" Their mother called out
"Tons." Ike laughed. "See ya." Racing out of the house
"Ike!" Their mother snapped
Kyle chuckled, checking his phone
Ten past nine, still early for breakfast.
... And half a dozen texts
"Oh...Crap. That's a lot of texts." Kyle rubbed his face.
But he did feel proud
"Kyle, what're those?" His mother asked
"Huh?" Kyle blinked
"All those texts. Who're they from?" She asked
"... Friends." He blinked
"Well, alright. But don't forget breakfast." Sheila answered as they went to the kitchen.
But she was clearly suspicious
*With the orange parka kid*
Said orange parka young adult was sleeping barefoot, still wearing his parka and under his bed.
He was snoring away, a boner visible through his sheets
He was dreaming of big tittied women...Can you blame him?
However he noticed over the years that said dreams where not completely' doing it' for him anymore.
The teen, called Kenny, grumbled as he awoke because of banging and screaming in another room
"What the fuck?!" Kenny jerked awake and headed to the other room, not even covering himself up.
He saw his parents and big brother arguing and fighting... Again
"Oh...Not again." Kenny groaned
"You stupid bitch! I told you again and again!" A dirty blonde haired man with a moustache shouted and punched his son and wife, but being hit in return
"Die you bastard!" The woman snapped, pushing him back angrily
"Fuck you!" Kenny's brother snapped, punching the two.
"God almighty..." Kenny groaned and headed back into the house. "Karen? Karen, are you okay?" he called out
Kenny continued to walk in the small house going to a different room where he saw his sister, she had brown hair tied back into a ponytail wearing a green shirt and brown trousers, wearing socks and worn shoes. She was currently huddled into herself.
"Oh, Karen..." Kenny frowned and went to her, giving her a reassuring hug.
"You okay?" He smiled
"Sorta..." Karen whispered. "Thank you."
... She then looked uncomfortable as she felt something poke her side "Kenny. You had another set dream, didn't you?" She frowned in embarrassment
"Huh?" Kenny asked before looking down. "Oh god damn it...Sorry. Yeah." Kenny apologised
"You're supposed to be taking those pills." Karen said in worry "You know how your... Thing... Gets hard too easily."
"I know, I know. I haven't taken them yet. I've only just woken up." Kenny explained
"You were supposed to take it last night." She frowned, showing she was just worried about him. Kenny did not have the heart to tell her he had to sell the pills to make ends meet
"Karen, it'll be alright. Okay? I'll be fine." Kenny answered with a reassuring smile. "I promise." He smiled, kissing her forehead "... I better have a cold shower and get rid of this before breakfast." He laughed "Just... Stay out of the way of their fight, okay? I'll deal with it when I'm calmed down."
"Okay, I will." Karen answered, smiling gently at her brother's little joke
He nodded and kissed her forehead again before he left
'Kenny...Please be okay.' Karen thought kindly as he left her on her own again
Kenny sighed as he stripped naked in the bathroom, revealing his blonde hair and blue eyes
He looked down and saw his body, seeing how it was almost bony but toned, the only part of him that seemed to have any meat on him was his cock that was standing erect.
"I never thought I'd say this... But this is a pain." He sighed
*Elsewhere*
Currently, at Hell's Pass Hosptial; a morbidly obese young adult was hooked up to a hospital apparatus to keep his lungs going while he was bandaged and medicated.
"That fucking sucked." He grumbled angrily
"Maybe you shouldn't be playing with things that are dangerous, Poopsiekins." A brown haired woman with D-cup breasts under a blue jacket and red trousers spoke, reading a book opposite to him
"Mam, it wasn't my fault!" He said with a whiney voice
"Really? Not even with your Clyde Frog there, Eric?" Eric's mother answered
"It was that stinking Jew." He huffed
"Now, now, Eric. You can't say that about your friends." Eric's mother answered
"Maaam!" He whimpered like a kicked puppy
"Honey, please be calm. You'll pull your stitches out if you writhe around too much!" Eric's mother warned him, being a pushover as always
BEEP BEEP BEEP!
A machine beeped loudly as Eric was thrashing about
"Mr Cartman! You MUST stop thrashing like this!" A nurse came in and held him down
And she sedated him
"I-I...I...Uhhhhh..." Cartman struggled before drooling off to sleep "... Suck... My... Balls..." He snored
"...A charming lad, you have Mrs Cartman." The nurse frowned
"Oh, he is just cranky." She excused her son
"Well...that may be. But if this happens again, he WILL need to be sedated again." The nurse answered
"Can't we do things another way?" The whore that was the mother of Cartman asked, rubbing the nurses arm
"Well...I suppose..." The nurse answered, liking the way Mrs Cartman was rubbing her arm.
*with Stan*
Stan was upstairs after taking a shower, he was on his computer playing a game.
It was, luckily, the weekend so he was doing some progress in his game before meeting up with his girlfriend. That was when he got a call on his phone and from the ring tone he knew it was his best friend
"Hey man." Stan smiled, answering the phone
"Hey dude, you doing okay?" Kyle's voice responded
"Yeah, just gaming." Stan nodded
"Yeah? Can we do Co-Op?" Kyle asked
"Sure. Wait a sec, I'll turn on Group Chat. See you in a second." Stan nodded, hanging up
"Awesome." Kyle answered as he was hung up on.
Stan quickly put his headset on and activated Group Chat on his game, seeing Kyle's avatar on his screen. "Hey dude."
"Hey man." He grinned
"You ready to get this gear?" Kyle asked
"Duh, you know it." Stan chuckled
"Your mother chew you out?" Stan asked as they two began to type away at their keyboards
"Yeah...She kinda did." Kyle answered.
"Damn man, sorry." Stan flinched
"Is what it is. She's on about cleaning my room." Kyle answered
"...You've still got that old pizza box in your corner, don't you?" Stan deadpanned
"No! ... I got rid of that last week." He grumbled
"Well okay. Watch out, sniper!" Stan shouted
"On it!" Kyle answered "Take that you Dick waffle!"
The words 1000 EXP appeared on screen as the two continued through their game. "Good work, let's keep going." Stan praised his friend
"You heard from Kenny yet?" Kyle asked
"I haven't...God, I hope he's alright." Stan frowned, shooting an enemy and gaining EXP
"It's Kenny, he always is." Kyle shrugged
"I know...But still. Hey, I levelled." Stan commented
"Sweet."
"Hey...Did your mum and dad talk to you about odd-jobs?" Stan asked
"For HOURS." He frowned
"Yeah, mine too." Stan admitted
"It's so controlling. I mean, I know they want us to be productive but..." Kyle answered
"I know." Stan nodded, shooting at another enemy. "No need to explain to me bro."
"Yeah. Hey, we ready for the boss?" Kyle asked
"Sure dude." He smiled
And so the duo continued to play their game.
Just another day in a quiet little mountain town.
To be continued
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