SP Halloween fic alpha ch1-2

Rumours spread like wildfire in South Park, and this power was only amplified on school grounds. It didn’t take longer than the second period for Butters to hear the news. Like if confirming the newly learnt rumour could save his life, the blond teen ran as fast as his legs would allow him though the school hallways, ignoring the ‘no running’ signs plastered all over the bulletins. He busted through the cafeteria doors and rushed towards one of the tables, where the gang known as ‘Craig and those guys’ were eating their lunch.

Out of breath but full of curiosity, Butters asked as he leaned on the table for support. “Token! Token! Is it true!? Are you organizing the biggest and coolest Halloween party in South Park’s history this weekend!?”

Everyone in the table, from Craig to Jimmy stopped paying attention to their school lunch to now questionly stare at their rich friend. Clyde was the first one to talk, with the same enthusiasm and surprise Butters had.

“You did!? And you didn’t invite your bros?!”

Oh yes, a Halloween party. Time ago were left the traditions of dressing up as pop culture icons to ask for candy door to door, and instead the South Park kids -rather now teens- choose to dress up pop culture icons and go on parties without candy. Just one step closer into adulthood.

Token gave his friend a glance full of disbelief before shaking his head and turning back to the blond teen to firmly deny it.

“I did not. Where did you hear that from, Butters?”

“W-well. Everyone in school is talking ‘bout it!” He raised his hands and moved them from side to side to emphasise it. ”They also said you’re inviting everyone, from our grade that’s it.”

“Goddammit. Who started this rumour?”

Like if he had been called, or had omnipresent powers, a big boned figure came looming behind Token.
“Here he is, the man of the hour!” Cartman announced with his ‘innocent’ voice that was sickenly sweet. He wrapped an arm around Butters shoulders as he pointed towards the black student.  “Can you believe it, guys? Token is such a cool friend that he is organizing a Halloween party for all us in his house. And with his and every other parent gone in their own party it’s going to be the wildest and kweeelest party ever! There better be some good refreshments in there, Token. If you catch my drift.”

“Of course it was you Cartman. Call this thing off before I--
Eric pushed the tiny blond away before changing his voice to his more common demanding tone. “Too late, asshole. Everyone already knows about it and said they are coming. We even made it an official event on Facebook with its own page and have a video of you inviting the class to the party. So you better start getting everything in order, unless you want to and look like a pussy to the whole class.”


Once again Cartman’s tone changed. This time to the ‘business transaction in progress’ one. Calmly explaining instead of demanding the next steps to Token.
“The decoration and everything are being delivered to your house this Friday, a DJ will arrive to your house on Saturday at 7 PM. Kenny will take care of the alcohol and if you need anything call up Kyle so we can arrange it.”  Cartman left and seeing that he had nothing else to add, Butters also left on his separate ways.

“Can’t wait for the party, you guys.” Clyde smiled back at his group before he was kicked from under the table by Token.


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Kyle shut close his locker as his three friends gushed over their current success. “This is going to be sweet you guys. This might be my best plan yet.” Cartman boasted, just increasing the sense of guilt on the red headed teen.

“I still feel like a dick for tricking Token like that. Maybe if we had just asked him--”
Cartman let out a tired groan before pointing an accusing finger towards Kyle.

“Again with this shit Kahl-- We’ve been through it like a thousand times. His house is the biggest but he is such a fucking goody two shoes that he would never allow *us* to organise a party in it.”

Stan stepped between them to defuse the situation. “You know I hate to say this dude, but fatass is right. What’s done is done anyways. We already made our parents organise their own Halloween party so Token’s place is free for the weekend. Not to mention all the shit Kenny and I went through to get that Hardwell guy to come this weekend.”

Kyle was not impressed in the slightly by his friend's attempts to reason with him.

“Don’t act like you are impartial to this, Stan. You were the first one on board because Cartman promised you that you’d get back with Wendy if all went according to plan.”

The raven haired teen flustered and quickly denied. “I-It is not about that! All I want is a sweet party.”

“Guys, guys! This is not about Stan fucking Wendy! It’s all about all of us fucking! Do all of you want to be virgins before we go to college? We’ll be the fucking losers for the rest of our lives if we don’t get laid before going off to college.”

“Hmm hmmff hmmmm.”

“Shut the fuck up Kinny, you liar. I know you are a virgin as well.”

Eric sighed before pulling the other three closer into a secret huddle.

“Listen. This is our only chance to get with a girl -or boy I don’t judge Kahl- no strings attached before the end of the year.” Kyle glared at Cartman and mumbled under his breath

“With the alcohol,the masks and sexy outfits all we have to do is play our cards right this Saturday. This will never backfire--”

“So this is what the party is all about.”

All four let out different levels of screams and yelps as they were surprised by Craig’s voice, before turning around to meet eye to eye with him.
“What the fuck Craig!? Jesus christ how is a guy your size so fucking invisible?” Stan demanded to know though he knew there was no good answer for that.

“Are you going to tell Token?” Kyle asked more concerned about the state of their plan. To which Craig just shrugged and monotonously responded.

“No point in doing it now. I saw the video you put together for the invitation. Not a bad job with the voice, but the background changing every second breaks the immersion. Though none of the comments seem to catch that.” Saying that he took out his phone and pressed play on a video of choppy cuts of close ups of Token talking.

“Hey guys. This is. Token Black. And. I’m. Inviting. You! Two. My. Awesome! Hall. Ow. Win. Party. This Saturday. We’ll have. Some music. Food and. Costumes. Contest. With a. Price.
Also. Girls. Need. Sex. Eee!. Costumes. Catch you later!”

Both Stan and Kyle stared in disbelief, Eric was the one that took care of that and it was shit.  And worse of all, it worked.
Craig put his phone back on his pocket and with the same energy from before -none at all- he continued.

“I don’t care if it's part of your plan to get your dicks wet. But I’m winning that contest because I want the price and as a fuck you to all of you. See you later, dicks.” He turned around and walked back towards class, leaving the four kids speechless mostly out of confusion.

“Well-- Fuck you too, assmuncher!” Eric finally came with a retort a little bit too late. And just was his luck, that as soon as Cartman shouted it, PC Principal walked in. The Principal removed his Oakley glasses as he glared towards the fat teen.
“Oh uh.”

Cartman had to spend the rest of his afternoon in detention writing an essay on why it was wrong to use the slur ‘assmuncher’ towards a gay student.

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Incoming transmission.
Is this the location, sir?
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Affirmative. All you have to do is get in, set the timer and get out of here. And make sure the bomb is well hidden. T is minus 30 hours
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Yes sir. May God forgive us for this.
End of transmission

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Please don’t tell me I’m the only one that noticed that we organised a Halloween costume party and we all forgot to chose our costumes

Stan Marsh is typing….
Kenny McCormick is typing….

Shit.

hahahaha we fucking did

Eric Cartman is typing….

Kyle Broflovski is typing….
Goddamit Cartman! We only have today and tomorrow to get the outfits. And who knows if what we want is still in stock.

Relax jew. This has already been fixed. By me of course. All you have to do is come to my place before the party.

Stan Marsh is typing….
You bought costumes for us? What did you get for me?

Kenny McCormick is typing….
sweet what i am?

Kyle Broflovski is typing….
They better not be group costumes.

Eric Cartman is typing….
Marsh is a werewolf because he is a fucking furry, Kenny is going as Batman to trick chicks into thinking he has money and bitchy boy is going as the Mad Hatter to hide his jewfro.

Stan Marsh is typing….

Eric Cartman is typing….
Of course not that’s gay as shit. But if you want I can get you and Stan matching couple outfits

Kyle Broflovski is typing….
Fuck off.

Kenny McCormick is typing….
hahahaha cool shit (Y)

I’m not a furry you fat fuck! Jesus, I only said dogs were my favorite animals and that makes me a furry? Wasn’t your superhero persona a rat or something?

Eric Cartman is typing….
It was a racoon! And that’s totally different, superheroes are the exception when it comes to dressing up as animals. Totally not furry.

Kenny McCormick is typing….
what are you dressing up as eric?

Eric Cartman is typing….

Kyle Broflovski is typing….
Hopefully something that will cover his whole fat face if he really wants to get laid.

My costume is the coolest of them all and FUCK YOU KYLE

Kyle Broflovski is typing….
THAT MEANS I’M RIGHT ASSWHIPE

Eric Cartman is typing….
Kyle Broflovski is typing….

Stan Marsh is typing….
See you guys tomorrow


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“Clyde, can you stop messing around pass me the spider webs?” Token asked a little pissed since this was the third time he had to ask for the dumb decoration item.

“I’m not messing around, I’m trying to fix this grim rippers’ arms. I had to assemble it all of it and then put the dumb robe on it but keep breaking apart!” The brunette kid whined as once more the right arm of the plastic skeleton fell down.

Token sighed and rubbed temples. “Sorry man. Is just that this decorating is taking too long and I’m getting tired.”

Instead, Jimmy stopped pasting the bloodied handprints on the wall and slowly walked towards the bag full of fake spider web to hand it over to Token.

“W-w-why did you agree to fixing the party, Token? If you ask me Cartman and those a-a-ass-assholes should be the ones decorating their homes if they want one.”

He took the bag and resumed decorating. “I don’t know. I guess I also kinda want to host a big party, my parents never let me bring more than you guys here during the weekends and never pass 10. It could be fun.”

Clyde, happy to finally complete the figure that would greet the guest, quickly chimed in. “It will be fun! You said they are getting the beer and a DJ, right? Plus you have it to hand it to Cartman and his band of assholes, the decorations are sweet as hell and he even handed us the outline of your house and how to decorate it!”

“More like creepy as hell. Where did they get the blueprints to the house?”

Craig, standing on top of a table as as he hung the paper bats on a string, asked to no one in particular. He knew no one here knew about Cartman sources.

Tweek handed his boyfriend the paper bats and ghosts for him to hang, while also hanging the window decorations. “Oh man! I feel so bad about telling people about the party! I saw Nelly’s tweet about the party and the costume contest and I got so excited about it I didn’t even think about asking Token if it was real or not!”

“Relax Tweek, it’s fine. The party is going to happen anyways. As soon as you told me about it, I knew there was no way to stop it.”

Token turned around to see Craig from the hallway and frowned.  “Wait. You knew about it and didn’t tell me?”

Before the argument could even start, Jimmy changed the subject to something more light hearted.
“So what are you guys cos-costu--costu...dressing up as?”

Clyde gasped at the realisation and slapped his own forehead. “Awww shit. I completely forgot about getting a costume! I’ll go through my closet and see what I can come up with.”

Token rolled his eyes before shrugging. “I’ll just use last years.”

Tweek turned to the rest of the group to answer. “Craig and I already have ours, though is supposed to be a surprise. What about you Jimmy?”

“Well, actually just last night I bought a--” A loud thumping noise stopped the flow of the conversation. They didn’t say a thing for a couple of seconds before

“W-what was that?” Tweek finally asked, almost chocking on his words with his mind already jumping into the worst possibilities.

“I don’t know. Sounds like it came from down in the basement.” Token left the decorations and walked closer towards the door leading to said basement. He was followed by everyone else.

Clyde scratched his head nervously. “Should someone go and check it out?”

Of course by someone Clyde meant not him.

“Don’t be a pussy Clyde. If you want to check it out, go yourself. It’s probably just a box that fell.” Craig quickly dared him, knowing that Donovan’s pride was just an inch longer than his desire to cry.

“I will! B-but if you are such hot shit come down with me then!”

“Stop it you two. We still have to decorate the upper floor and we are not even done here. Like Craig said, it was nothing. You can check it out tomorrow during the party.” Saying that, the whole group went back to what they were doing and they finished decorating the necessary rooms in an hour and a half.