The results of my latest a;lskjdf;alsdkjf phase: a South Park WIP.
The last time I had an a;lskdjfl;akjdf phase I churned out Empyrean Glow, which may be a good thing except that this time I'm writing South Park fic. I really can't believe myself. On the plus side it's giving me confidence when it comes to writing superhero AUs, :D That Dean/Castiel superhero AU looks more live every day...except when I remind myself of the two other WIPs that are currently demanding all of my attention.
I need a Mysterion icon.
The freakiest part of waking up the next day is finding a bloody switchblade in his jacket pocket. He doesn't even own one.
And all that blood...whoever was stabbed with it was either in the hospital, or dead. And that's not good for Stan. He quickly wraps it up in layers of toilet paper and throws it in the trash cans on the way to school.
"Did you come up with anything?" Kyle asks in the hallway.
Stan pulls his folders out of his locker and slams it shut. "I think I'm going to have a mental power."
"Like telekinesis?"
"Yeah, that. And it's going to be over all kinds of tools, like power drills."
"Cool! What about you, Kenny?"
Kenny shrugs and says a muffled, "Dunno."
"Guys, guys, guys!" Cartman yells as he barges into the group and knocks Kenny into the wall with his backpack. "I have it! I'm gonna get bitten...by a radioactive bear!"
"No, Clyde's already done that," Kyle says. "He gets bitten by a radioactive mosquito."
"He what? Oh goddamn it, that son of a bitch! Why the fuck would he get bitten by a mosquito? That's so lame!"
"I don't know; go ask him!"
"I think I will!"
Stan and Kyle roll their eyes as they watch him storm off to confront Clyde, who's talking about his new mosquito-related powers with Token, Timmy, and Bradley. Stan stuffs his folders in his backpack while Kyle waits and then notices Kenny staring at him.
"What?"
"Uh, nothing," Kenny says.
"Come on, class starts in five minutes," Kyle says. "So did you finish your report?"
"Barely. Wendy asked for some help looking up breast cancer research..."
A group of sixth graders walk through the hall, shoving everyone against the lockers. One of them complains loudly about losing his switchblade; Stan frowns, recalling the bloodied switchblade in his jacket pocket, while Kenny twitches and stares at the back of the sixth grader.
Cartman joins them outside Mr. Garrison's classroom. "Clyde says he doesn't care if I get bitten by a radioactive animal, too. I think I'm going to get bitten by a racoon."
"Why not a bear?" Stan asks.
"Bears are boring. Raccoons have finesse. They can claw your eyes out or play cute and trick you into letting them claw your eyes out."
"That's your superpower? Claw bad guys? That's so lame."
"Shut up, Jew boy. Aren't you a kite? Who the fuck wants to be a kite?"
"Hey, at least I can fly! And shoot laser beams out of my eyes!"
"Superman did that first! So who has the lame superpowers now?"
"Right, because being bitten by a radioactive animal is just as original."
"More original than yours-"
Stan rolls his eyes and sidles by them to get into the classroom. Mr. Garrison then yells at the others to sit down as the bell rings and class begins.
It terrifies me how easily the dialogue flows in my head.
I need a Mysterion icon.
The freakiest part of waking up the next day is finding a bloody switchblade in his jacket pocket. He doesn't even own one.
And all that blood...whoever was stabbed with it was either in the hospital, or dead. And that's not good for Stan. He quickly wraps it up in layers of toilet paper and throws it in the trash cans on the way to school.
"Did you come up with anything?" Kyle asks in the hallway.
Stan pulls his folders out of his locker and slams it shut. "I think I'm going to have a mental power."
"Like telekinesis?"
"Yeah, that. And it's going to be over all kinds of tools, like power drills."
"Cool! What about you, Kenny?"
Kenny shrugs and says a muffled, "Dunno."
"Guys, guys, guys!" Cartman yells as he barges into the group and knocks Kenny into the wall with his backpack. "I have it! I'm gonna get bitten...by a radioactive bear!"
"No, Clyde's already done that," Kyle says. "He gets bitten by a radioactive mosquito."
"He what? Oh goddamn it, that son of a bitch! Why the fuck would he get bitten by a mosquito? That's so lame!"
"I don't know; go ask him!"
"I think I will!"
Stan and Kyle roll their eyes as they watch him storm off to confront Clyde, who's talking about his new mosquito-related powers with Token, Timmy, and Bradley. Stan stuffs his folders in his backpack while Kyle waits and then notices Kenny staring at him.
"What?"
"Uh, nothing," Kenny says.
"Come on, class starts in five minutes," Kyle says. "So did you finish your report?"
"Barely. Wendy asked for some help looking up breast cancer research..."
A group of sixth graders walk through the hall, shoving everyone against the lockers. One of them complains loudly about losing his switchblade; Stan frowns, recalling the bloodied switchblade in his jacket pocket, while Kenny twitches and stares at the back of the sixth grader.
Cartman joins them outside Mr. Garrison's classroom. "Clyde says he doesn't care if I get bitten by a radioactive animal, too. I think I'm going to get bitten by a racoon."
"Why not a bear?" Stan asks.
"Bears are boring. Raccoons have finesse. They can claw your eyes out or play cute and trick you into letting them claw your eyes out."
"That's your superpower? Claw bad guys? That's so lame."
"Shut up, Jew boy. Aren't you a kite? Who the fuck wants to be a kite?"
"Hey, at least I can fly! And shoot laser beams out of my eyes!"
"Superman did that first! So who has the lame superpowers now?"
"Right, because being bitten by a radioactive animal is just as original."
"More original than yours-"
Stan rolls his eyes and sidles by them to get into the classroom. Mr. Garrison then yells at the others to sit down as the bell rings and class begins.
It terrifies me how easily the dialogue flows in my head.