Meet Some Friends Of Mine (South Park X Reader)

Deal With The Devil

I'm completely lost in shock as the girls file out of the office, and into the hallway.

I followed them from afar, as my feet take me away. Completely numb, and unsuspecting.

Wendy grabs my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

"You're gonna take this punishment." She whispers. "You're going to go home, and do nothing, because you. Have. No. Proof." She scowls.

"You're psychotic!" I spit, completely unable to wrap my head around what's going on.

She shrugs and lets go of my arm.

"Don't, test me again."

I scoff at her, slightly amazed as she ruins my life.

I'm so fucked.
I have nothing, no proof, no one.

I run out of the school through the back, and pull out my phone. I take it off silent and am bombarded with calls, texts and messages from the guys. I don't even know what to tell them. So I don't say anything at all.

There's only one person I can think of, just a twisted as her, maybe more. The pinnacle of evil itself. One man who can help me.

Eric Cartman.

He fucking hates me though, why would he help me? I have no choice but to ask, I can't do this alone. What the hell am I going to do?
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School had ended about a hour ago now, the text messages and calls don't stop as I run out of my house.

I'm about to make a deal with the devil.

Am I sure I want this? No. Am I sure I have no other option? Yes.

I make it all the way to his house, out of breath and gasping. My heart throbs in my chest as I put my hand up to the door. I go back and forth, not sure I really want this. My stomach rises to my throat as I realize, I have no other option.

I need this.

I slams both fists on the door. Knocking loud and rapid, determined. He needs to hear me.

The door swings open, and there he is. The man himself, the one I need more then anything right now.

"What? What the hell?" He stutters.

I don't let him speak again, or give him the opportunity to really think another thought. I grab his arm and push him inside with all my might. He's fucking strong though. I slam the door, not wanting anyone to see me here.
I have no idea where Wendy's eyes are, and I have no time to figure it out.

"What the fuck is your problem"-

"I need your help." I spit, clenching my fists. Speaking all in one breath, jumbled and loud as I rage.

My heart is pounding and my blood boils in my skin.

I have no time for tears, no time to beg. I need this now.

He's quiet for a moment, I don't have time for that either. I spit out the whole story, starting from the beginning at the lockers— and ending the story to right about now. Explaining the ergency of priority at stake.

He's still quiet as he listens intently, more interested now, then in anything I've ever said to him.
He crosses his arms at me, as the wheels turn in his head.

I am now finished and gasping for air. Water in my lungs, and threatening to fall from my eyes. I harden my features, I don't have time to be weak.

He picks up his phone and dials something, before putting it to his ear.