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Alright. Let’s do this again. Cheerio mates, it’s me again, your old pal Phillip, or Pip as you all like to call me. Though I advise you not to, I don't like that name. reminds me of a wet dog.. anywho! Let me explain what I've been up to!
I’ve been dead for.. a while now. But! I’ve been here, you can’t see me but uh.. I’ve been here.
it's been around a couple years now, let me catch you up to the open theater called.. South Park Middle School. Stan and Wendy? over, did end on good terms though! You can see them interacting at the lunch line.
The main group (AKA Stan, Kyle, Kenneth and Eric) are still friends with basically the same dynamic. Though! one thing that changed is Butte- excuse me, I meant Marjorine, she’s a girl now. Well, for a couple years now. back on the current subject!
The goth’s and Vamp’s have made a truce after the uh.. plant incident but have a…. kind of war against the emo’s and kind of the scene kids? oh yeah, did i mention there's scene kids now?
awesome chaps if i do say so myself, very nice and dont bother us ghosts! Like the goths… I Like the gothic ones do not get me wrong but uh.. they do accidentally call on damien from time to time and guess who calms him down?
me.
But it's fine! I don’t mind keeping these chaps safe from the anger of the demon child called Damien Thorn! But I shouldn't keep you all waiting.. Let’s get on now, the school day won't wait for us now! or.. global warming either
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Phillip sighed, floating over the world as he stared at the many old classmates walking into the new school building made not too long before they started the new school middle school year. Phillip had been talking to himself these past few years, mostly to keep himself sane as he guarded over the students. He was kind of a guardian angel.. uh. That's for another day.
Phillip stayed behind the main group, mostly because they were the people that went on wacky and or dangerous adventures the most. especially Kenny but.. Phillip gave up on that guy a while ago. It just seemed like no matter what the blonde did to save Kenny, fate always found some stupid loophole to make Pip's job harder.
Almost like the kids cursed or something?
And also.. He was really confused on how he kept coming back. Phillip was so scared the first time it happened he almost passed out, how did he not notice his comrade die each day? Did his memories get wiped every day? Or just the death of his comrade anyways.
Now that he really thought about it.. Why were some of the memories blurry after an adventure, like that one time in front of the bus.. Kenny had ran across the road and.. Fuck. It just hurt to try and remember what happened that day. Though what was weird was he could remember the deaths, only after pip died was when he remembered Kenny’s deaths.. Did Damien know? Why would he hide this from him anyways?
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Weren’t they friends?
Shit, he got too distracted. He quickly followed behind Kyle, floating behind him as his white wings softly flapped behind him as they all walked to their class- wait.. Was Kenny glancing at him? No.. he couldn’t be. Pip’s probably imagining things. Being alone for so long makes you a little coo coo sometimes..
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Shit.. shit shit SHIT. Did Pip see him? fuck .
Kenny, thankfully. H ad his parka to hide his nervous smile, opting to just stay quiet while his friends carried the conversation for him. Soon, the group arrived at their math class where they met up with Marjorine. Kenny gave his usual pick up line to her as they laughed it off and sat at their seats.
..what? She’s a girl now! It's not gay.
But back to his usual day to day.. It's been getting harder to concentrate in class with Pip floating around and goofing out in front of him. Had to contain himself from bursting out in a fit of giggles in the middle of class as Pip messed around with Cartman’s stuff to scare him.
And yet again, as always. Pip was walking around the room, looking at everyones test papers and muttering.. He looked up at Kenny and- shit. Kenny quickly snapped his head back to his paper as he desperately hoped Pip didn’t notice him.
He didn’t wanna talk to him back when he was alive, he didn’t wanna talk to him now.
It’s not that he hated him, it's just.. That he hated him. Everyone did. Wendy, just a little bit less than the rest, sweet yes, if it was some other poor kid. Nobody liked pip, for reasons. And those reasons were uh.. He actually forgot the reasons, but he’s sure they were good ones!-
And Pip’s sticking around him now. Fucking fantastic. He couldn’t wait for a British, stupid blonde in a red suit.
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He saw him.. Kenneth fucking McCormick actually saw him, he’s not crazy really! Pip’s grin only widened as he started annoying Kenny, calling by his name around.. 100 times? Following him around all day, disturbing him in his sleep. And hey..
If he was wrong, he’s just a ghost talking to himself. If he’s right though.. He could finally have someone to talk to! Except for Damien, the other ghosts and…
Someone.
While she’s an amazing friend, she’s not always around. Not to mention, she’s got her own job and/or role to play in the afterlife.
Back to the task at hand! After.. Three days of this strategy straight. Kenny looked exhausted from the lack of sleep, the annoying ghost babbling in his ear plus his deaths.
He was so close to snapping, well, snapping as in acknowledging the floating ghost following him around. He’s already started being snappy towards his friends and classmates with the slightest annoyances.
Not even a minute after he woke up on the fourth day was when he finally talked to the blonde ghost.
“ALRIGHT alright. You won Pip. What do you want from me.” Kenny glared up at Pip who flew above the dirty blond laying down in his bed.
“I KNEW IT! I knew I wasn't going crazy! Oh my lord i haven't spoken to an ex classmate of mine in- well.. Since I died! Oh it feels wonderful!” Pip gleamed as the other rolled his eyes at him.
“Yeah no shit, it's been what.. Four years of me hearing you talk to yourself?”
“Well.. if you told me sooner i could’ve talked to you instead!”
“Fuck off.”
Pip was the one to roll his eyes this time, shaking his head as he instead sat on the bed. “Oh Kenneth.. After four years of me being around after my death, you really think I’d leave after such a mediocre ‘Fuck off’?”
Kenny just muttered a ‘whatever’ under his breath before getting up to dress his usual bright orange parka and very ripped black jeans.
What was supposed to be a normal-ish life in south park, turned into a british ghost infested life. How exciting.