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f4iryyuiirz · 2 months

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༊*·˚ ᵀʳᵃⁱˡᵉʳ ⁻ ᴰᵉᵃᵈ ᴰᵒᵛᵉ: ᴰᵒ ᴺᵒᵗ ᴱᵃᵗ .ೃ࿐

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: ̗̀➛ “You’re dead.” Damien would say as it wasn’t really a question. He would just look at his phone, he didn’t even give you a chance to explain. “How’d you find out?” You would whisper, hoping to God that the people right next to you didn’t hear. “Put your earbuds on, you look crazy.” He would say before suddenly disappearing just as fast as he appeared, leaving you alone with Micheal and the rest of the goth kids. .ೃ࿐

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•°. *࿐ Stan Marsh ༊*·˚

“Does Wendy know you’re talking to me? Not that I wouldn’t if she did.”

༊*·˚ Kyle Broflovski *ೃ༄

“Want me to help you study, tonight?”

•°. *࿐ Kenny Mccromick ༊*·˚

"Come on, a few kisses will not ruin our friendship."

༊*·˚ Leopold Stotch *ೃ༄

“Can I sit with you at lunch, today?”

•°. *࿐ Craig Tucker ༊*·˚

“You should come over. Stripe misses you.”

༊*·˚ Clyde Donovan *ೃ༄

“Could you be my tutor? I’m failing math.”

•°. *࿐ Tolkien Black ༊*·˚

“Want me to buy it for you?”

༊*·˚ Tweek Tweak *ೃ༄

“W-We’ll help you l-live your life.”

•°. *࿐ Trent Boyett ༊*·˚

“Ay, you don’t call her a bitch. Want me to beat ‘em for you, baby?”

༊*·˚ Wendy Testaburger *ೃ༄

“Sometimes, you can be so stupid.”

•°. *࿐ Red Tucker ༊*·˚

“What are you talking about? You look great."

༊*·˚ Nichole Daniels *ೃ༄

“Your face is very symmetrical. That’s very important.”

•°. *࿐ Bebe Stevens ༊*·˚

“Can I borrow your lip gloss? I know you threw out the bottle.”

༊*·˚ Gary Harrison *ೃ༄

“Could you stop by later, for family dinner?”

•°. *࿐ Damien Thorn ༊*·˚

“I could help with that. Your virginity, I mean.”

༊*·˚ Phillip Pirrup *ೃ༄

“I mean, there is a way for you to live longer. Ice your body.”

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(Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the acts that happen in the story in real life. Please do not romanticize any behaviors or actions described in this story in the real world. Yanderes, in their nature, are incredibly toxic and abusive, so it would just be stupid to wish for that type of relationship in real life. But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the safety of fanfiction. There is no shame in imagining it happening and liking the idea of it, but refusing to participate in that type of situation in real life. If you are currently in a relationship with someone who is mirroring the behaviors written for any of the yandere characters in this story, please seek help. You are not weak for asking for help.)

Other: All trigger warnings will be listed at the beginning of any chapter and right before the trigger starts so please do not skip it. Your mental health is more important than a South Park fanfic. Thank you.

A/N: The Yandere versions of the characters were inspired by Hellpark.

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f4iryyuiirz · 2 months

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༊*·˚ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᴼⁿᵉ ⁻ ᴰᵉᵃᵈ ᴰᵒᵛᵉ: ᴰᵒ ᴺᵒᵗ ᴱᵃᵗ .ೃ࿐

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Word Count: 3k

Date Written: 16/02/24

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the acts that happen in the story in real life. Please do not romanticize any behaviors or actions described in this story in the real world.

Warnings: Death, Mentioned attempted murder.

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: ̗̀➛ “Why don’t you talk to me? I’m your mother. I’m here to help you.” You didn’t even bother looking at the woman sitting on the edge of your bed. How could she say that? Yes, she biologically gave birth to you, but she wasn’t the one to take care of you when you’re sick, comfort you when you feel upset, or even help you around the house. No, she was too busy out getting drunk with her friends to do that. “Maybe because I don’t trust you?” Your voice came out a bit coarse as you just laid on your bed. You hadn’t talked in a while—since the last night, to be exact.

: ̗̀➛ You were already an hour late for school; usually around this time you would have met with Evie or something. But you just couldn’t get out of bed. Luckily, someone knocked at the front door. Or, more like, banged. “You see? Even your friends are looking for you.” Your mother, Kelly, would say as she went down stairs to let whoever was knocking in. It was probably Michael or Henrietta. As the door opened, you would realize none of your guesses were correct as you heard your mother say, “Strange. No one’s here.”

: ̗̀➛ She would then walk upstairs, back to you again, before sitting next to you and opening her arms. You, to her surprise, would actually take the offer. “Honey, I’m so sorry. I swear, I’m trying to get better. And so is your dad. Please, you just have to trust us once. I promise.” She would say this as she hugged you and kissed the crown of your head. “Just a few weeks, we’ll be better. Maybe not back to normal, but normal enough. Okay?” You would just nod as you let a few tears escape.

: ̗̀➛ “Now, come on, baby. You need to go to school and be the star I know you can be, okay? First day of tenth grade!” She would kiss your forehead. But as soon as she backed away, she saw you start feeling nervous. “Hey.. It’s okay. I know it’s a bit scary, but you’ve done it before, right?” She said this as you nodded against her neck. She then finally let you go. “Now come on. My baby girl needs to get ready. You’re already thirty minutes late for orientation.” She would say this as she went down the stairs.

: ̗̀➛ You took the cup of water your mom left you before you went to sleep and drank it. It was warm, but nothing to stop your throat from being so sore. Once you finished, you stood up and wrapped yourself in a gown before going into the bathroom. Quickly taking a shower—more like just letting the water run down you without really doing anything—and brushing your teeth. You then picked out the first things you saw. Long jeans, a black long-sleeved tee, and short black uggs. You didn’t really do much with your hair; you just put earmuffs on top.

: ̗̀➛ Then you went downstairs, you were about to see your dad but remembered that he had already gone to work. Since you were already late, you just took an energy bar and got your phone. You texted Henri since she was the only person you knew who could drive and had a car. A few minutes later, she texted you back say ‘see u in 3’ you then placed your phone in your pocket and sat on the porch chairs. Almost exactly three minutes later, you see a bright red car pull up with someone wearing all black inside.

: ̗̀➛ “Get in.” She would yell, since she was pretty far from you. You took your bookbag that you left at the side of your chair and got into the car. “What’s with all the color?” You ask as you put on your seatbelt. “It’s my dad’s car. Mine had to go for repairs. God, it’s so bright. I feel like I want to claw my eyes out with my nails.” She said this as she started the engine. She then made a U-turn before driving back to the main street leading to South Park High. “Thanks for the ride.” You whispered as you leaned on the closed window, trying to relax because you barely got any sleep the night before. “No problem. It’s better than riding back seat with that little brat I have to call my brother.” She would, in her usually gloomy tone.

: ̗̀➛ After fifteen minutes, you were shook awake by Henri. “We’re here.” She said this as she parked the car near where the goths usually hang out. You unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car. You saw Michael and Pete. Firkle was probably at sixth grade meet-and-greets. Pete was on his phone as he complained about something, and Michael would just smoke a cigarette. “What’s up, guys?” You asked them as you sat next to them. “Nothing. I just thought you wouldn’t make it.” Michael would as well keep smoking his cigarette, not looking directly at you.

: ̗̀➛ “If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you actually cared about me.” You said this as he rolled his eyes. “Well, you thought wrong.” You would scoff before reaching out your hand to him. He would take the hint and bring out his pack. He placed one in your hand and handed you the lighter as well. You lit your cigarette and handed him the light before smoking a puff of your own. “There’s a party at Wendy’s tonight. Think we should go?” Henri asked as she went through her texts. “Why would we want to hang out with a bunch of conformists?” Pete would ask.

: ̗̀➛ “I mean, if we went, we could make fun of how fake they are.” You responded as you rubbed your cigarette onto the pavement next to you because you were finished. Michael just shrugged, and Pete would just nod slightly. “Fair point.” He said before you all stopped talking all together before the bell rang a few minutes later. “So, it’s settled? We’re all going to the party later.” Henrietta nodded as Michael would just shrug again and Pete would say “Whatever.” as you all parted ways.

: ̗̀➛ You only had one class left until you were free to do whatever. You walked through the halls; it felt like it was becoming smaller and smaller. ‘First-day jitters’ your mom would call them. Your mom… You remembered the first day of elementary school in South Park. You moved when you were eight. You remember meeting Cartman and his mom. She was nice-ish. Well, she did spoil her son, but not exactly in a good way. You were interrupted in your thoughts by someone bumping into you. Right. You were still walking to class; you needed to focus. You walked in before the bell finished ringing, sitting at your assigned desk.

: ̗̀➛ Ah, here comes your desk partner now. Craig Tucker. The second most popular boy at school. The pitcher of the baseball team. “Sorry for your loss, man. I didn’t think he’d die like that.” One of Craig’s fanboys would say this before heading back to his seat. Craig just ignored the boy as he wrote the date at the top of his notes. “Hey.. Conformist. What happened?” Craig would just sigh as he stopped writing and placed his pencil down. He then turned to you and stared at you without saying anything before you tried to go back to what the teacher wrote on the chalk. He decided to finally speak.

: ̗̀➛ “Tweek tried to kill me when I broke up with him. I called the cops, and he went to jail. A few days ago, I found out he got beat up. He didn’t make it.” He would say he was emotionless, but it wasn’t like he was really full of emotion. Tweek was alive. “Chirst. Sorry.” You would say. Strangely—not really strangely, but for you, it was strange—you felt a bit bad for him. His ex just died, and he has to go back to school as if nothing even happened. But at least he wasn’t letting it get to him. When he finished talking, he just turned back to his desk and kept writing. So did you.

: ̗̀➛ After class, you figured you’d just go home and try to take a nap until the party. You grabbed your bookbag and waved Henri and them goodbye before walking home. It helped waste time, and it got you tired enough to actually want to sleep. When you got home, no one was there. Of course not. At least you knew they were out working instead of doing other things. When you went to the kitchen, you saw cut-up fried potatoes, which had to have been fried in an air fryer, brown rice, zucchini and green beans on the side, and grilled chicken breasts. You took a bite out of the chicken. And of course, it was vegan.

: ̗̀➛ You sighed slightly before getting a text. You grab your phone and check while trying to sit on the tall fancy stools your mom bought when she got the house. It was still too big for you. When you finally got on, you saw the message from Pete. ‘b at wendy’s by 10pm. it’s starting early.’ The text read. You would just send a thumbs up before you put your phone down and eat in silence. Once you were done, you placed the dishes in the sink, still feeling too tired to wash them. You went up the stairs to take a nap and placed a timer for nine. It wasn’t like you had much prep to do for yourself. You would just change your outfit to something more slutty.

: ̗̀➛ Once you got to your room, you would plop onto your bed face first. You then turned into a more comfortable position and fell asleep within a few minutes. You woke up hours later feeling a bit groggy, but shook it off. You got out of bed before going to the bathroom and brushing your teeth before washing your face. You would also think about adding make-up, but that would cause too many break-outs. Your mom only bought the non-allergic kind, and it was only lip gloss. So you just add that and some eyeliner.

: ̗̀➛ Once you were done there, you put on a black tight-fitting crop top with noodle straps, and it was loose around the clevage. It was slutty enough for me to get into the party without becoming one of them. You also wore the same jeans you wore in the morning with black platform boots. You decide to just put your hair in a low ponytail. When you finished, you took out your phone and texted Henri to come pick you up. You went down the stairs and waited on the couch for her text. You would just watch TV; it was just some crappy reboot of a crappy old show, but it’s not like you had much else to do. A few minutes later, you heard the sound of aggressive honking coming from outside before getting a text.

: ̗̀➛ You walked outside to find Henri, Pete, and Michael in the same bright red car you rode in before. “Get in, frontseat.” Henri would yell because she was pretty far away. You got into the front seat and tied your seatbelt. “So, everyone is ready?” You asked as you checked your phone for the time. It was almost ten o’clock. Everyone would just groan, but you knew it meant everything was fine. Henri would start the car and start driving to Wendy’s house. Like you, Wendy was one of the richest girls at school. Unlike you, however, she actually knew how to use her riches to her advantage. She is now known as the most popular girl at school. It’s not like you cared about your family’s money, but it wasn’t that you weren’t grateful either. You just felt empty. Numb. Sure, you could try to ‘fill the void’ with money, clothes, and diamonds, but what’s the point in that? You would just end up just as shallow and superficial as the ‘popular girls’.

: ̗̀➛ While you went on that tangent in your head, the car finally came to a stop. There you were. At the party. You got out with everyone and walked in. Immediately, you’re met with booze, people making out, and ear-bleedingly loud music. “God, I regret coming here.” Michael would groan as he just decided to go outside, near the pool. The music wasn’t as loud there. Henri followed the booze, and Pete... He just kind of stood there. Maybe he was overwhelmed. You decided to just follow Michael’s lead and go near the pool. You decided to stand next to him so you wouldn’t be close to anyone. “You’re in my personal bubble.” He said this as he sipped a bit of beer from his can. “Sorry." “It’s fine. I don’t really mind.” He would say this before turning to you. “Are we going to talk about what happened last week?” He asked.

: ̗̀➛ You kind of froze up. You didn’t think he would actually bring it up. Even if you were alone. “Um, I thought you didn’t want to talk about it. We were both just really drunk. You said this, stiffly holding your drink. You were kind of hoping this whole thing would blow over. “Whatever. If you don’t want to talk about it, It’s fine. But when you do, Text me.” He said as he was about to leave. “Wait.. Meet me in the closet in five.” You said that as you left to go to the closet. When you got there, you locked the door as you waited for Michael to come back. After around fifteen minutes, someone finally knocked on the door. You opened it and dragged him in. “God, what took you so long? I said in five, not in five hours.” You complained as you leaned on the wall.

: ̗̀➛ “Well, be more specific. There’s like fifteen closets in this whole house... So… What did you want to say?” He asked. “I don’t want.. It will ruin our sort of friendship." You whispered, hoping no one would hear. You started feeling overwhelmed by the whole situation and felt like you needed to be alone. “I have to go. I’ll text you.” You said this as you went out of the closet and went upstairs. You doubted anyone would be on the balcony, and you could barely hear the music because you were so high up. And as weird as you might find it, you actually wanted to be able to hear your own thoughts again. You quickly came up with a can of beer and some weed. What? Something to help you relax.

: ̗̀➛ You sat in one of the fancy chairs and placed your can on the table with the marijuana brownies that were in the plastic. You then saw the famous redhead. Red Tucker. Basically, Wendy's a bitch. She seemed pretty drunk, but you still didn’t expect her to sit next to you. “Hi. You new here?” She would say this as she wobbled in her chair. She could barely even keep her eyes open. “No. I went here since elementary school. I literally grew up with you.” You said, slightly offended, that someone with whom you spent so much time didn’t remember you, but it could also be because she was wasted.

: ̗̀➛ “Oh.. I didn’t recognize you because you looked so different. In a good way. Like, you somehow look hot." What a backhanded compliment! “Uh… Thanks?”, “No prob. You know, if you dressed better and acted normal, you would be pretty good to hang out with.” She said she reached for a brownie. “Could I have one? I’m hella stressed.” You would just nod your head as she took one and bit into it. “Mm, this is really good. You know, you should give the recipe some time. And maybe we could hang out or something.” She mumbled as she finished the brownie. “You should eat one. You look constipated.” She said as she took another one, but this time she moved it in the font of your face, like a parent with their child when feeding them. “Open up.” You did as she asked you to and bit into the brownie.

: ̗̀➛ Being the lightweight you were, you immediately get higher than clouds at even one bite. A few minutes later, you were on Red’s lap as she fed you brownies. “You know, Wendy’s a whore. She acts like I’m just her servant who’ll do anything she wants just because she asks me to. It’s totally unfair.” She would hick in the middle of her sentence before she lifted you off. “You know what we should do? Truth or dare. And since you’re the highest, You go first. Truth or dare?" She asked you. “Dare.” “Good, I dare you to sit on the railings.” She dared you as she drank your beer. “What? I’ll fall.” “No, you won’t. If you want people to stop thinking you’re a pussy, Do it.” She told you. It’s not like you could argue with her. So you just did it.

: ̗̀➛ You used your chair to get onto the railing, and Red took the chair from under you while still helping you balance until you were okay. “Now, let go. Trust me, you'll feel better.” She said this as she backed away from you a bit. “Okay.” You whimpered, as you didn’t exactly want to die. You removed your hands from the railing. And nothing happened. You stayed still, barely moving an inch. “There, see how easy that was. Now, I’ll be back. I’m getting us some more booze.” She said this before she left. You were now relaxing at the edge of a 4-story building. Surprisingly, you didn’t feel scared anymore. You were at peace. For the most part, anyway.

: ̗̀➛ Red was still busy getting drinks while she bumped into a cute guy. “Shit. You look hot.” The guy would say, ‘Hot.’ Was all Red thought as she forgot about the drinks and made out with him? Which led to... other things. As much as it was pretty annoying that she just left like that, you were finally alone with your thoughts. Until you felt your jeans slip on the sliver rod. You were about to fall, but you caught yourself with your hand just in time. You climbed up to the rod again, but this time, your platforms would slip and...

SPLAT!

And just like that, you were gone. Dead, at sixteen.

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