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This is a South Park fanfiction. I do not own South Park. Matt Stone and Trey Parker own it.
This is a rewrite of the original version, due to dissatisfaction with the original. The first one is here, available on my main account in quotev.com.
Edit: This story may contain South Park themes like swearing and other stuff that may trigger. If you are uncomfortable with South Park, please click or tap off.
- signed HR
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
The soft yet shrill sound echoes lightly in the back of your mind.
Your senses slowly register and wake up.
The repetitive beeping slowly tunes in your mind.
You slowly flutter your eyes open. A pitch black meets your gaze as you breathe steadily and slowly through your parted lips. When you blink, the black becomes lighter before you see a blinding white light that makes you wince.
You hear a hushed yet hoarse whimper, making you look around. Your gaze turns from the light to the green walls before they fall upon a blond boy sitting in a chair. There are spots in your vision due to the bright light in your line of vision.
The blurry boy has his hands in his blond hair, staying still and leaning forward in his seat so his elbows rest on his knees.
You blink the blurriness away and breathe out a soft puff.
You react more as you start to smell your surroundings, face scrunching up as you comprehend the scents.
You don’t like the one that seems to surround the whole room, but you can faintly catch the man’s scent from his seat. He smells like an expensive foreign cologne.
You focus your gaze on his groomed locks, unable to see his face.
Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth. There’s a lack of hydration. In other words, your mouth feels dry.
He looks up for a moment at your noise. You meet his blue but guarded eyes as they lock with yours. They narrow slightly, and you notice his eye bags under his thick lashes. “[Name]...” He mumbles with a noticeable British accent, staring into your soul.
You shift in your position slightly, after hearing his voice. Your expression slowly turns panicked and pained. Your body starts to ache and stiffen up. Your lips part as your ears ring.
The boy jolted up in surprise, eyes widened. He quickly approaches your bed, a mix of emotions on his face, but the most visible two are fear and panic.
His hands tremble softly as they hover above your sides. “[N-Name]?” He scrunches his face up at his stutter. “What’s wrong?” He whispers.
You pant softly and calm down, whimpering at the pain and clutching onto the thin fabrics.
He takes your hand in his gently. “What’s the matter?” He repeats even softer.
Your teary eyes meet his soft blue ones as you gasp for breath. You hoarsely say three words that change everything.
“Who… are you?”
8/31/24
8/11/25 - Published on Ao3
My main account is on quotev.com! To find the rest of the (ongoing/in progress) story, go there!
my other stories:
Remember (South Park x F!Reader)