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luckygrimreaper · 2 years

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I have thoughts about New Kid, I'm sorry (Part 9)

This is scene lifted directly from the multichapter im working on. It feels waaaay more romantic than intended. Like a real "fellas is it gay..." kind of moment. So I think I might rewrite the scene in the multichapter but I did like how to original version came out so here it is and if I don't end up changing to scene then enjoy the sneak peek of the multichapter I will hopefully finish.

But yes the premise, The New Kid had to dip before going into the Giggling Donkey so when everything goes wrong the remaining three are tasked to come up with a plan, at least now New Kid is free to help.

Ignoring the drama of it, the game is pretty fun when it’s not taken too seriously. Sometimes Cartman really tries to get him to hate himself for joining, but ultimately he’s having a good time. So far the people in Kupa Keep, (somebody help him for that one,) seem like cool dudes to hang out with. At least he won’t be alone for school, he doesn’t remember much, but he gets the distinct feeling being the new kid in school fucking sucks. Either way, not his problem anymore.

What is his problem, however, is the mess of empty boxes lying around the house. Though Ms. Kepler had been on top of emptying the boxes, it seems she had forgotten the actual taking them out of the house part. So after helping put away what he had bought, while Ms. Kepler works to unpack, Jeremy folds up the empty boxes and puts them in the recycling bin. It’s a tedious process, but it’s not all that bad. Ms. Kepler hooked her laptop up to the tv so music plays throughout the house, meaning there was also no need for conversation. It’s peaceful. But the peace is broken by a frantic knock on the door. Jeremy locks eyes with Ms. Kepler and the two look between each other and the door, ultimately Jeremy decides to be the one to bite the bullet and open it.

Which works out because standing on the other side is Craig. He looks simultaneously worried and annoyed. “Hey, are you free yet?” Never a good question to start with.

Jeremy looks back at Ms. Kepler, she shrugs, “I’m good here unless you want to keep working on boxes.” A tempting offer, however, he’s not feeling inclined to leave Craig in the dust.

Jeremy nods and Craig continues, “They were waiting for us. The Wizard King, Princess, and Paladin got captured. Me, Tweek, and Token managed to get away, but we were outnumbered. We need help.” Welp, time to go be a knight in shining armor Jeremy supposes. He holds up a finger and closes the door, rushing upstairs to get dressed and grab his things. He opens the door and the two rush back to the Giggling Donkey.

Jacks looks between the trio for an explanation. Token starts with, “The King had them separate and while separated they were ambushed. I saw them take the Princess upstairs, the King to the kitchen, and last I saw of Butters, he was in the basement.”

Tweek adds, “We stayed out of sight though, we didn’t want to risk them seeing us and trying to lock us out.”

Jacks considers the three before him before snapping his fingers and pulling out his phone, “Thoughts about a little undercover work, Mr. level 12 thief?”

Craig looks unimpressed at first, but that’s his usual state so Jacks doesn’t back down, after a minor stare down he sighs and shrugs. Jacks perks up and grabs his hand and drags him back down to Jacks’ house. Jacks completely ignoring Craig’s complaints about being dragged around and Ms. Kepler’s teasing comment of, “Back so soon?” In favor of tearing to his bedroom, dropping Craig’s hand only once in the room.

Jacks digs through his closet, pulling out a somewhat ragged green dress and a pink wig, throwing both on the bed before going back to digging in the closet. Finally stepping out with a rope belt with empty bags tied to it and an oversized green hoodie in hand. Jacks tosses the hoodie and rope belt at Craig. Jacks then turns to open his desk drawer, revealing several ear accessories including a pair of glue-on elf ears. He holds it up with a smirk.

Craig stares at the ears, “Isn’t that cheating?”

Jacks shakes his head and does a grand gesture, waving his hands around in a manner he hopes is elegant, as if to ask, “Magic, remember?”

He pauses to consider it then concedes, shrugging; no one ever said mages couldn’t do illusion magic so it’s not cheating. “Guess I’ll change in the bathroom quick,” He says. He doesn’t need to use the bathroom to change himself, but it does give Jacks a chance to change into the dress in privacy. Jacks follows him to the bedroom door just to point out the bathroom and close the door once Craig nods back at Jacks.

Craig waits out in the hall for Jacks to finish, which doesn’t take too long shockingly especially considering Jacks not only got into the dress but also put on the wig, ears, and what Craig thinks might also be some makeup. Jacks smiles at Craig, Jacks doesn’t remember dolling himself up like this, but much like with fighting he found himself moving before he can think and he ended up putting on some eyeliner, lipstick, and blush. He kind of wants to see himself in the mirror, though he doesn’t need to, to know he did it right and looks good. Craig for his part doesn’t say anything about it, which considering how Cartman spoke about Princess Kenny Jacks can only consider himself grateful for.

The two instead just rush back to the Giggling Donkey. Token and Tweek seem surprised by the transformation, but much like Craig neither comment on his appearance. Instead, they focus on planning and Token asks, “What do you want us to do?”

The three look to Jacks, whose idea this was in the first place. He pauses considering, eventually, he pulls out his phone, “You two stay close the door and wait until we wave you in. Hopefully, they’ll fall for it and you won’t need to come in until we need to get the other three out, but be prepared to rush in earlier in case plan a doesn’t work.” Jacks looks at the two and they nod.

“What should we be focusing on?” Craig asks.

Jacks quickly types up, “Focus first on figuring out where the other three are, then we should try to find the bard and where he has the stick. If you see a chance to get away and save one of the other three, do it. Otherwise, stay close until we know what’s going on.” Craig nods and Jacks looks at everyone, “We know what to do?” They’re serious as they voice their agreement. Jacks smiles and the four break apart from the huddle they unconsciously found themselves forming.

Token and Tweek stay back a bit as Jacks and Craig approach the door. The two up front link arms and walk inside, the other two then close the gap and hover one of them on each side of the door, staying out of sight. Eyes are drawn to the pair that walk in, but neither gives any indication of knowing. Craig orders Fairy Ale for the two of them and they take a seat. They converse quietly or rather Craig is talking lowly, mostly cracking various deadpan jokes at Cartman’s expense while Jacks silently cracks up. From their sitting place, Jacks can see where they’re holding Cartman in the kitchen.

Jacks attempts to subtly confirm Cartman’s location, though he’s uncertain how subtle it truly was considering all the eyes on him. It doesn’t help that there’s an awful lot of whispering and Jacks swears he hears someone mention the Bard before another person goes upstairs. But he remains calm and keeps his eyes on Craig, who hasn’t given much indication to have noticed anything, though Jacks doubts that he hasn’t.

Their conversation dwindles as Craig runs out of idle chatter and jokes to make, but thankfully not a moment too soon as the Bard comes downstairs. They turn curiously towards the Bard, both keeping their wariness off their faces. But then the Bard exclaims, “Good people! I hope you’re ready to be enchan- encha- enchaaa- en- enchanted!” He stumbles over enchanted but gives no indication that he realizes that the pair aren’t meant to be here and Jacks relaxes minutely.

The Bard steps closer to the center of the room and begins to perform and Jacks doesn’t fake a smile as he quietly claps along to the beat. It’s a bawdy song, but still a good one. With the attention turning from the pair to the Bard, Craig takes his chance to explore upstairs. Jacks nods at the excuse he makes, careful to pretend as if there’s nothing out of the ordinary, and turns his full attention to the Bard under the guise of just enjoying the music.

Truthfully, while he is enjoying the music, he’s really hoping to catch a glimpse of the stick on the Bard. It wouldn’t be difficult to start a dance and move around the room like that and as long as Craig doesn’t take too long he’d have a willing partner to assist him in some pickpocketing. But that all relies on the Bard having the stick on him.

Alas, the Bard doesn’t turn much, never letting his back face the crowd. Jacks can’t tell if it’s just the mark of a good performer or if it’s because the Bard knows he has something to hide. Frustrating. But he refuses to bow down in defeat and instead stands, inviting a random patron to dance. And he figures he can’t look too bad because the other readily agrees and soon Jacks is making his way around the room, dress swishing behind him as he slips from person to person.

Upstairs Craig has better luck with gaining information. He’s quick to figure out which room the Princess is being kept in and to his luck, there’s only one person in the room guarding her. The most difficult part will be taking out the guard quietly, but he didn’t get to level twelve without having put in any work. While the guard isn’t paying attention, he silently opens the door and slips in, and carefully gets away from the guard’s view. Princess Kenny meets his eyes and then looks away so as to not give Craig away.

He sneaks closer then grabs the guard in a chokehold and pulls him back, whispering, “Sneak attack,” as he ‘stabs’ the guard in the back. They play along and drop loose in his hold and Craig pulls them to the ground from the bed. He hops up in the guard’s steed and cuts Princess Kenny loose. He offers a hand as he quietly asks, “You alright, Princess?”

Kenny accepts his hand and nods, “You were just in time.”

The two step down from the bed and leave the room, Craig quietly relays the plan to Kenny. While Jacks didn’t say exactly what the role of the rescued would be, he figures it would be similar to that of the two left outside, staying back until a fight breaks. She gives him a double thumbs up and ducks back into the room she was imprisoned in, leaving the door cracked. Craig heads back downstairs and rejoins the crowd.

He quickly spots Jacks in the crowd being led around by one of the many that had been in the room earlier. Craig slinks through the crowd towards the pair and taps Jacks’ shoulder. Jacks turns and visibility brightens as he registers who’s standing before him. “May I have this dance?” Craig asks. Jacks nods and turns to the guy he was dancing with before and courtesies at him before accepting Craig’s hand. He lets Craig lead them further from anyone else and doesn’t bat an eye when Craig pulls him closer to whisper, “The Princess is secure upstairs. Only the stick and Paladin remain uncounted for.”

Jacks nods faintly and traces an ‘S’ on Craig’s shoulder, waiting until Craig nods in understanding before glancing at the Bard. All the dances weren’t for naught, for he’s spotted the stick on the Bard. Craig nods again and inclines his head, taking a step towards the Bard. Jacks follows his step and the two step and spin, slowly inching closer to the Bard. It’s a subtle rotation around the Bard before Craig dramatically spins Jacks away, the other drawing all attention to him as Craig slips the stick away from the Bard. He passes it to Jacks who slips it into his dress where no one would dare outright touch. The two then continue their rotation as if nothing had changed.

Then the door to the basement busts open and Butters steps out. Chaos breaks and Jacks plays the part of scared damsel and curls closer to Craig as he pulls them back and closer to the front door. Princess Kenny hearing the commotion jumps down from upstairs joining Butters in battle. When some patrons attempt to block off the door, Jacks slips a firecracker over to it and watches as the barrier goes up in flames. Token and Tweek take the cue to storm the Giggling Donkey while Jacks and Craig slip outside behind them. The door collapsed soon after, locking the two out. The two separate and stare at the rumble, no turning around now. But they still smile when they meet each other’s eye, while chaos may have fallen, they still have the stick. And the two turn from the Giggling Donkey and head to Kupa Keep to wait for everyone else.

#sp new kid #sp feldspar #craig tucker #sp tsot #grimreaper.exe #clickity clack skeletons write back #i have thoughts a lot im sorry

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luckygrimreaper · 2 years

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The four problem causers who at some point in the technically betray the rest since I haven’t drawn them in a while

#sp new kid #sp tsot #the stick of truth #south park new kid #princess kenny #sp feldspar #does clyde have a tag for him in tsot?#gonna be honest i dont know it if he does #clyde donovan #kenny mccormick #Craig Tucker #grimreaper.exe #skeletons in the art studio #also lmao craig looks the only one who isn't about to fuck someone up #everyone else ready for a villain arc #and then he's there chilling

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luckygrimreaper · 2 years

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I have thoughts about New Kid, I’m sorry (Part 8)

This one feels really awkward tbh, not a big fan of how it came out. I don't know how I want it to look so I'm not rewriting it, but I'm not a fan like with some of the other ones. Defo partly bc it's out of character and no clue how to get it back into character, but yeah. But also the last one-shot I have rn. I am working on a multichapter that spans the 2 games but it's still mid-way. Honestly don't know if I'll start posting it or not. I don't know if I want to get further along in the story or leave it as is. I haven't even hit where it really starts to deviate from canon yet sooooo yeah.

But yeah have some canon deviation after the fight where The Coon and Friends gets hypnotized to fight you.

“YOU FUCKING ANIMAL!" Mysterion yells at Jupiter. And it fucking hurt. She was just playing the game, and at the end of the fucking day it was Doctor Timothy who chose this fight. He could’ve just taken the cat, or hell he could’ve stayed the fuck out of the fight, but no. He chose this. And now? Now Mysterion is trying to blame her? Are you fucking kidding!?

In a moment of cold rage, she decks him.

Voice empty as she says, “Go to fucking hell.” She’s so fucking done with everything being her fault to these assholes. She turns her back on all of them and leaves. She’s done playing this stupid fucking game with these stupid fucking pricks. God, she hopes she broke his nose or something, she wants them to feel a fraction of the pain they’ve caused her.

She scoffs, a part of her wants to cry, but for some reason, she can’t. She physically can’t cry. And god that hurts worse, in pain, but with no way to express it. She scrubs at her eyes, in hopes maybe that gets them to just fucking work!

So caught up in her head, she trips over a rock and falls in the snow on the edge of Stark’s pond. She didn’t realize she had gotten this far already. It’s there she lets a sob out into the cold winter air. As her leggings get soaked through and her hands start numbing, she finally cries. The cherry on the top of an already terrible night. Just what she needed, she sarcastically remarks to herself. It’s just not fair! She played by all the rules! She won every battle! She did everything, and apparently, that wasn’t enough. It’s never enough.

She wonders if she can convince Argus to move again. She’s done fighting. She just wants to run for once. She doesn’t want to face people who don’t care back.

She doesn’t know how long she sits there, tears all gone, leaving nothing but tracks in their place. Her skin has started to go blue from the cold, but she honestly can’t bring herself to care anymore. What fun news for the morning, elementary student freezes to death over the night. She doubts anyone would actually care. People die all the time. This town is no exception to the rule. What would they write on her grave? Jeremy? Jacks? Jupiter? They’re all her. She’s been all of them here. She supposes it doesn’t matter, she’ll be dead, what the fuck does she care.

The first two to stumble across her are Tweek and Craig. She’s not dead, not yet. But her shiny hair is now dull and flat. Her costume is soaked and no longer floats around her. Her gaze is empty. She doesn’t even flinch like usual at the loud noise of Tweek’s shouts, “Oh god, Jupiter!” The two rush forward. Her skin is ice cold. She doesn’t react to anything they say. Not a single word reaches her, too far into her own mind. The two boys meet eyes around her head. “Wha- what do we do!?”

“Come on, let's get her inside somewhere.” Tweek nods and helps pull Jupiter out of her kneel so Craig can pick the superhero up. Her limbs are stiff from remaining in the position so long. They rush her into the Tucker house while Tweek calls the others, telling them what’s going on. They silently agree to not tell Jupiter’s foster parent, at least not yet, Ms.Kepler would actually kill them.

They get her inside and grab a bunch of towels from the bathroom. Neither feels very comfortable removing her wet clothes, but they do take off her boots and socks. The others soon after rush in, crowding around Jupiter with varying levels of guilt in their expressions. The last one to arrive was Kenny, who broke into Jupiter’s house to grab a change of clothes.

He starts giving orders, “Everyone back off, we need to get some warm water, someone needs to get her out of the wet clothes and dried off, someone should make soup or a hot drink, and we need blankets.” Craig runs upstairs to grab some blankets, Wendy grabs the clothes and waits for Craig to get back. Butters grabs some warm water and paper towels with Scott. Tweek follows them to the kitchen to make some coffee. Soon Craig comes back down and he, along with Token, Clyde, and Jimmy; hold up the blankets to grant Jupiter some privacy while Wendy helps change her clothes.

Soon she’s done and the three boys come back in. They wrap the blankets around Jupiter and they lean her back against Craig so she isn’t leaning against the couch. Kenny, Stan, and Kyle use the water to try and warm up her hands, worried about the possibility of frostbite. All the while Tweek, Butters, and Scott try to pull her back into focus, at least enough to drink something. They can’t decide if her unblinking stare into the distance is more unsettling or upsetting. But after a while of everyone working around either to help clean up the towels or warm Jupiter up.

She blinks slowly. “Jupiter, buddy?” Butters asks a hand on her shoulder.

Her head turns to face him slightly, eyes still unfocused, but her voice croaks up, barely above a whisper, “Jeremy.” They all startle, “It’s Jeremy right now.” A collective sigh of relief spreads through the room.

Tweek’s hands still as he holds up the cup, “He- hey Jeremy. We got you something to drink.” It takes a while for his words to process but Jeremy nods. Tweek holds the mug up for him to drink. Jeremy’s hands shake in the other boys’ hands as he tries to move to hold it up himself, but can’t move his arms enough to do so. He would feel ashamed of how helpless he is right now, but he’s still not in his head enough for that yet. The boys dry his hands and let them fall down to his lap, backing up so they’re no longer crowding him.

Butters pats Jeremy’s shoulder and bids him goodnight as he needs to get home. Soon others begin to follow him out of the door, all taking the time to either apologize or wish him a goodnight. Even Cartman apologizes, in his own Cartman way he always does. Soon the only people remaining are Tweek, Craig, Kenny, and, of course, Jeremy. Eventually, his eyes come into focus and he can hold the mug for himself, mostly. His hands still stubbornly tremble, leading Tweek to lean over every now and then to hold his hands around Jeremy’s to help steady them much like he remembers Craig doing for him so often.

Kenny then begins, dropping his Mysterion voice, “I think… I owe you an apology.” The three look over at the boy who sits away from all of them. Jeremy tilts his head, indicating for Kenny to continue. He looks away, “I… fuck…” he looks up at Jeremy, “I was wrong. I wanted to be angry so badly about your betrayal that I lost sight of why. All you’ve ever done is what the rest of us asked, you tried to please everyone. Honestly, I should probably be more angry at Cartman, this whole thing was his idea in the first fucking place.” He sighs and looks down at his hands, “But I wasn’t. I only got angry at you and blamed you for all of this instead. And that…” he looks back up, “I’m meant to be a hero and do the right thing. But I wasn’t, because that wasn’t right.” He scoffs and shakes his head, “And now because I got angry at the wrong guy, you got hurt.” He looks at the floor next to him, picking at the carpet, “I know I’m not the sole cause for you running away, but admittedly I was the breaking point. And…” his shoulders sag as he meets Jeremy’s eyes, “I’m sorry.”

Jeremy’s silent for a while, but then he speaks, his voice still not completely there, “You’re right, you were a fucking dick.” Kenny looks away again, “but,” he sighs and then chuckles, shaking his head, “God help me, but I still forgive you.” Kenny startles and snaps his eyes up to meet Jeremy’s, “Oh I’m still pissed don’t get me wrong. That was the biggest dick move you’ve done so far, and you once sided with the government over a stick.”

“It was the Stick of Truth to be fair,” Kenny says under his breath.

Jeremy snorts and continues, “But you got me clothes and were the guy who got the other chucklefucks into check to help me out. Not to get me to forgive, but because it was the right thing to do.” He drops his head to the side, “I guess this is my roundabout way of saying congrats asshat, you’re still human. You’re still going to fuck up sometimes, but at least you tried to make things right. So I better not check you beating yourself up about this too much, yeah?” Kenny smiles and nods, he stands and leaves. Wishing Jeremy a goodnight before he goes.

The three watch as he leaves. “So that’s it then? You just up and fucking forgive him?” Craig asks. Jeremy smiles and relaxes back, finally untensing his muscles now that the whole thing is mostly done and over with.

“I did give him a solid punch before I left.” Jeremy jokingly reminds him.

“He’s got you there babe.” Craig rolls his eyes, grumbling under his breath. Tweek looks back at Jeremy, “Are you going to be okay?”

He lifts his hand and stares it down, “Hands are still shaking,” he drops it to his lap again, “But I’ll live.”

“You staying the night?” Craig asks.

“I don’t wanna be a bother,” Jeremy shakes his head, “Besides Argus would probably freak if I’m not there in the morning.”

“Just text her that you decided to stay the night at a friend’s house.” He insists.

“It’s already night mate.” He turns around, enough to look at Craig, “You sure I shouldn’t be asking if y’all are the ones who are good?” Craig looks away.

Tweek fidgets with his hands, “It was terrifying.” Jermy turns to him, raising an eyebrow. “We- we were the ones who found you and god-” He scrubs at his eyes, “You weren’t moving, we couldn’t even tell if you were breathing!”

Craig puts a hand on Tweek’s shoulder, “Breathe babe.”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, shooting Craig a smile afterward. But then it drops as he finishes, “When we first saw you,” his voice small as he admits, “I thought you were dead. That we were somehow too late.”

Jeremy’s eyes went wide. He reaches over the blanket pile and pulls Tweek into a hug, “I- I’m sorry… for scaring you guys.” Their arms tighten around each other, “That was never my intention.”

Craig scoffs over Jeremy’s shoulder, but his voice cracks as he says, “I sure as fuck hope this night going the way it did was unintentional.” Jeremy feels Tweek pull Craig into the hug. Craig falls heavy against his back. Jeremy shifts to put one of his arms around Craig as well. He supposes it couldn’t hurt to stay the night. It’s just one night.

#sp new kid #kenny mccormick #Craig Tucker #Tweek Tweak #sp tfbw #grimreaper.exe #clickity clack skeletons write back #I have thoughts a lot im sorry

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luckygrimreaper · 2 years

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I have thoughts about New Kid, I’m sorry (Part 7)

Still hurts a little to think about how the BBGM just finished monologuing about imprisoning you and Kenny still sides with them. Like listen I enjoy Kenny's character in the games, but also man is angst easy

"Am I supposed to be scared now?" Jacks spoke into the open air. The two of them sat on a bench overlooking Stark’s Pond. Occasionally he would toss a pebble across the water, it had been silent otherwise until then. He didn’t look over at Princess Kenny, but she looked over at him. Maybe she felt guilty, maybe she didn’t. At this point, he’s not sure which would be better.

“Are you scared?” Her muffled voice asked instead.

“No.” They sit in silence once more. He skips another pebble across the water, it bounces 6 times. He could’ve done better.

The silence stretches for a while, then breaks once more, “I’m not going to apologize.” He figures that answers that question.

“Wasn’t expecting you to,” he’s not lying either. “It’s just-” he huffs. He swings to look over at her, “You know I would’ve helped, right?” He scoots closer, “If you just asked, I would’ve handed you it twenty times over.” His shoulders sag, “You know that, right?”

She looks away. “I didn’t want to ask you to betray the others. This was my job, not yours.”

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

Her head snaps back to look at him, “What the fuck does that mean?” She glares at him.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I wanted to.” Her glare softens. “I wanted to help, the others could deal. It’s a game. The only one who would probably hold a grudge is Cartman and he’s fucking Cartman so who really gives a shit.” He turns to face the lake, “You never asked,” he looks at his lap, “And then you sided with the fucking government prick.” He throws his hands up, “Seriously the dude just finishes monologuing about he wants to imprison me for eternity because of some stupid fucking power that I don’t even have!” He drops his hands, “And you did it anyway.”

“You know not everything is about you, right?” She scoffs.

“Yes! But that guy was explicitly going after me! You could’ve done literally anything else! So sorry if I feel like that was directed at me!” He realizes how loud he’s gotten and sags back into his seat. He takes a deep breath, “Fucking whatever I guess. Don’t know what I was expecting really.” He stands and begins to walk away. A part of him feels like he should say something as he leaves. But honestly, he doesn’t know what to say at this point. He doubts it would mean anything anyway. He pulls out his headphones and shoves them onto his head, picking the loudest and angsty song he has, sue him, he’s had a rough day.

#sp new kid #kenny mccormick #grimreaper.exe #clickity clack skeletons write back #I have thoughts a lot im sorry

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luckygrimreaper · 2 years

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I have thoughts about New Kid, I’m sorry (Part 6)

I just think we should've gotten the choice to choose more violence. Also which backstory is it my canon diversion or the canon compliant? the world will never know

It started with curiosity. Joining the games had never been part of any plan, but maybe it’s one of the best mistakes he could've made. For all the hurt it’s caused, it had a way of revealing the truth so desperately hidden from view. Funny how the truth pieces everything back together. Their words become water off his back now that he doesn’t have to try to define himself through the lens of everyone else. He finally feels like he can do anything. And you know what they say, third times the charm.

This time they’re all right on time. But rather than deal with the argument Jeremy just skips to punching Cartman in the face. “Look, I’m gonna be honest here. I’m really not in the mood for your shit eating manipulative ass bullshit.” He steps closer, “So here’s what’s gonna happen, you’re going to go up on that stage and admit to everyone that you’re a lying fuck and then knock this shit off.”

Mitch Conner makes his appearance then, to ask, “If I don’t, then what?”

Jeremy just bows from laughter, “Dude, you’re acting like you got a choice.” This gets everyone's attention. “Mate, you revealed your plan already and I have the picture to prove it,” he holds up his phone, “A little reposting is sure to get it to go ‘round fast and if that’s still too slow… well I’m sure Call Girl has some ideas up her sleeve.”

His words register and Call Girl lights up, “Oh! Yeah it would be super easy, just gotta send me the pic real quick.”

Jeremy shoots her a smile then let’s it fall into a smirk as he looks over to Cartman again, “You were saying?” The pure venom in Cartman and Mitch Conner’s glare only leads to Jeremy’s smirk widening. He gestures to the stage, “Your move.”

The ‘duo’ grumble but go up onto stage and tell the ‘truth.’ Jeremy would be mad, but honestly he’s not sure what else he expected. Least Mitch Conner isn’t mayor. Cartman bitches at the Freedom Pals before electing to go home. But Jeremy only smiles as everyone else celebrates Cartman’s defeat around him.

Kenny comes up and asks, “What happened with you two? You seem… different.”

Jeremy turns towards Kenny, “I got to see my real backstory.”

He squints at Jeremy, “What the fuck does that mean?”

Jeremy laughs, “Means what I said. I know the truth.” He turns towards the sky, “And well it’s a lot easier to be confident when you know that.” He looks back at Kenny and lightly hits his shoulder, “Come on we should be celebrating, today’s been a good day.” Jeremy goes to join everyone else, leaving Kenny to stare at his back with a mix of confusion and wonder, though mostly confusion, because seriously, what the fuck?

#sp new kid #eric cartman #mitch conner #kenny mccormick #wendy testaburger #grimreaper.exe #clickity clack skeletons write back #I have thoughts a lot im sorry

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luckygrimreaper · 2 years

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I have thoughts about New Kid, I’m sorry (Part 5)

This is the part where I put the others I haven’t posted yet into a queue and yet it at all of you. Also fuck coming up with a queue tag <3

Canon Compliant where New Kid is feeling the vibes of, “And let the world burn down for all he cares because it was more than just betrayal. More than a stab to the back. It was watching him bleed out over the concrete.“

When he decided to play these games with the other kids in South Park he wasn’t expecting all of this mess. More than the mess that’s cheating, Clyde’s “betrayal”, now there's the government, and Princess Kenny has apparently had enough of them, and despite having heard about how they apparently want to imprison him, she still joins them. All for the fucking stick, as if there weren’t so many moments where honestly he’d gladly hand it over to her. But no, she had to wait for the government of all people for this great betrayal. She just couldn’t betray them, no she had to choose the most painful way to do it. What the hell did he even do wrong? He thought… he scoffs, honestly what the fuck was he thinking? Clearly, he was wrong, he has more important things to worry about like whatever the fuck that social power. Does it have to do with why he doesn’t remember anything from before the accident? Was… was it even an accident?

Fuck! Fucking fuck! Why does everything have to be so difficult!? Why can’t things just be normal for once!?

… for once?

He’s knocked out of his thoughts by Cartman, “God fucking damn it!” Cartman points to where Princess Kenny and the Government Man went, “Fucking after them guys!” They look at each other, almost questioning if this is really happening right now. He pulls out his sword and does what he always has, rush in. The other boys take his lead and follow soon after. They storm the highest platform of the tower. Cartman overtakes and steps forward towards Princess Kenny, “Give us the Stick, Princess Kenny. You don't want to go down like this, brah,” he attempts to reason with her.

“No! It belongs to me!” Her muffled voice shouts back, “You can’t have it!”

This is so incredibly fucking stupid. A cold rage washes over him and rather than letting the others try and continue to reason with her, he slashes his sword in front of himself and steps forward. “This ends here.” He points the sword directly at her, “If you won’t stop then I’m not going to give you a choice in handing the Stick over.” He glares at her, “Your choice.”

She puts the stick in her dress and pulls out her bow, “I’d sooner die.”

“Consider your wish granted.” He rushes forward and slashes at her. She manages to block and push him back. The battle begins.

Kyle rushes to stand next to him, “I’ve got your back Jacks!” Jacks nods back and Kyle uses his turn to punt a golf ball at Princess Kenny. She returns fire, sending rats to bite at the two.

They shake the rats off and Jacks runs forward swinging at her, though she fails to block the flurry of blows. Following up his attack Kyle kicks Ike at her, letting the kid slash her up. Muffled curses fall from her lips and she shoots at them with a rainbow beam.

Kyle scowls at her, “Stop being an asshole!” Jacks puts a hand on his shoulder and passes him snacks. Kyle takes a deep breath and smiles in appreciation. Jacks returns it, then turns back to Princess Kenny, frowning. He straightens his back and closes his eyes, releasing a deep breath. His eyes fly open and he shoots across the platform, sword raised high. And in one swift swing, he knocks Princess Kenny down.

“Give up,” his voice monotone.

She pushes herself up, back facing them, “no.” She glares into the distance. “not... without… a… fight!” She whips around revealing a vial of the green goo.

Stan stares in horror, “What- what is she doing?!”

Kyle reaches forward, “No, Kenny!” But there’s nothing he can do as she downs it and then collapses. Kyle’s hand hovers in the air, until she stands again, revealing green skin, and he pulls back, eyes wide. “Fuck!”

“It’s Nazi Zombie Princess Kenny!” Cartman exclaims. She growls at them and Cartman runs over to the edge of the platform. “Kick her ass Douchebag! I will just stand over here.” Jacks rolls his eyes, big surprise. He clutches his sword close.

“You're gonna pay, Princess Kenny!” Kyle yells, punting another golf ball at her.

But there isn’t much of her left in there to hear the message.

#sp new kid #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #kyle brovlofski #sp bbgm #grimreaper.exe #clickity clack skeletons write back #I have thoughts a lot im sorry

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luckygrimreaper · 2 years

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I have thoughts about New Kid, I’m sorry (Part 4)

I may or may not have forgotten to cross-post this here... Whoops. Good news is there’s now like 8 parts so hey lots of content. But yeah, this one is an au of an au basically. This is during the second game because it just made sense for the New Kid to have a crisis of faith pretty much, but this is what happened if he were to fail to convince himself to keep playing hero and instead just the start to be villain instead.

He shuts the door behind himself, shame he can’t lock it as well. He places his hands on either side of the sink. Everyone just wants something from him and he’s trying his best but nothing is working. First, he forgets, now all this mess, he just can’t win. He’s stuck living with someone who doesn’t care but sure as fuck likes to pretend like it. He’s forced to betray friends over and over again over stupid games. He’s being manipulated and cursed out. Why the hell is he even bothering?

He doesn’t know if it’s disappointing or just depressing. He’s been trying so fucking hard to be good, but it feels like it’s going to waste, and somehow they’ve convinced him to feel like he’s just complaining. Everyone keeps acting like all of this is normal, but is it? Is it really? His therapist keeps saying he’s getting better, but it doesn’t feel like anything is changing. He’s been so good this year. But he’s still alone and hasn’t stopped being stressed since he first woke up. He’s been through so much, doesn’t that mean this all should work out? He scoffs, apparently not.

Tears spring up into his eyes. He couldn’t keep the sad thoughts at bay, not by himself. But that’s all he has. There’s no one to give instructions. The only one who can say what to do is him… you know honestly, he’s been spending so much time playing the hero, why the hell should he be good? Clearly, there’s no karma. There’s no reward for choosing it time and time again. Just more problems. He can always say fuck everyone else. Least the problems would be because he chose it for himself. What’s really stopping him at this point?

If Professor Chaos thought himself a supervillain then it’s time for him to think again. The universe works in mysterious ways, but clearly, it isn’t working for him. It’s time for him to not give it no choice anymore. And can you blame him? After fucking everything here he is alone crying in the bathroom, unable to meet his own damn reflection. His knuckles are white and his eyes sting, and somehow it's still getting worse.

He lets go and balls his fists, harshly wiping away his own tears. He'll be more than good. More than a hero. A villain. Because it's not like they cared about him anyway. At least they wouldn't be pretending. At least then they wouldn't feel bad about hating him. He never meets his reflection as he leaves. He doesn't bother with everyone, just goes right out the front doors and prepares to find his own place to turn into a lair. Far from everyone else.

He misses how three boys become frantic searching around the school for their friend. How worried they are. He will see the hurt and betrayal and anger. But not now, no that's later. For now, a line is drawn between friends and as much as they may not like it, there's nothing they can do about it. One of them has reached their limit, now it’s too late to change his mind.

#sp new kid #grimreaper.exe #clickity clack skeletons write back #I have thoughts a lot im sorry

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