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Warning : Description of a panic attack, please correct me if I wrote it wrong because I have never had one. I meant no offence.

[Craig’s Gang Table POV][3^rd person]

Tweek sits idly as he watches his two ‘Friends’ carry a semi feral Clyde back to their table, a annoyed eye roll takes place as he realises what he’ll have to do. Taking a swig of coffee he walks over to Clyde, shoving water in his mouth in case Butters blood has diseases and then giving him some honey and ginger tea. They walk over to the benches and wait for Clyde to shallow the hot beverage in his mouth.

“R-R-Remind me why I h-have to do this, and not like J-Jimmy or one of you two?” Tweek says exasperatedly as he disinfects a syringe from Clyde’s pocket, then finding a good vein he quickly takes two hundred ml’s (0.4 pints) of blood. Leaning away from Clyde’s hands as they try to grab his arms.

“Because Tweek, one he likes your blood as it’s his second favourite blood type and me and Token have to hold him. We can’t do that and get blood.” Craig’s dispassionate voice cut through, the one that Tweek hated ever since he started using it in year four seven years ago. Twitching more violently he hastily removes the syringe before he can damage himself more, quickly chucking it at Craig and turning to his own coffee. Dumping three tablespoons of sugar into his black coffee, ruining his beverage in the process.

Clyde practically lunges for the syringe with needy hands; Token has to jump backwards so he wasn’t hit with Clyde’s wings that are beginning to form, after mumbling how useless people are. Unsurprisingly to most, Clyde does not hurt Craig when he snatches the ruby life from his fist. Squirting the liquid into his mouth instantly.

Craig looks at Clyde with hints of disgust as the guy drains the syringe, while on the inside cringing and feeling a bit faint. Craig hates the sight of blood even though he enjoys beating people up, blood reminds him of his failures.

And he hates it.

“Ah! What a lovely meal! Tweek you drinking your favourite blend again, because it has a nice tint to it. Guess we were right with saying that you have coffee as blood. Hahaha.” Clyde’s eye sturning back to brown and his struggling calming down very noticeably, Craig lets him go and sits back down next to Tweek.

“Gah! Clyde you had to go and ruin my C-c-coffee! W-w-when was the last time you F-f-F#&$#$@ ate?” Tweek violently stutters and points an accusing finger at Clyde as he drinks his coffee, obviously annoyed at the fact his coffee is now like drinking pure sugar. Tweek only gets a shrug back at him, further annoying him as seen from his somehow increasing twitching.

“Not my fault that I was distracted by the foreign blood that’s here, though it doesn’t smell as nice as Bebe though.” Clyde seems love-struck as he leans on the table, dreamily looking at Bebe. The first if not second most sly and cunning girl of the school, most describe her as a foxy one. However, to Clyde she was the nicest girl around friends since childhood along with Craig. Obviously he doesn’t understand that he’s getting friend zoned… friend zoned stupidly hard.

Token groans dramatically rolling his eyes at Clyde’s actions, Token simply doesn’t understand how he can be like that. So insane one second then stranger the next, he is like an abnormality in moods and it got worse after Clyde’s’ Mother’s death all those years ago.

Token though very slight, perks up was he sees Jimmy stumbling over. Token wanting an excuse to leave Clyde in his haze, moves over to the boy on crutches as Tweek cracks his neck when a lunch tray nearby slams on the table. Electricity shooting out and around Tweek as his buzz from the coffee, meth and sugar shoots out all around him. Causing Token to quickly duck from the static storm known as Tweek, Craig and Clyde having evacuated the table before it hit.

“T-T-Token, I have s-some i-in-interesting news for you on all the Ne-ne-New kids. P-Plus the F-f-f-for-foreign exchange students. W-wa-when do you want to view them?”

“Right now-.” Token got interrupted by the piercing bell, echoing throughout the entire building nearly drowning all other sounds being created in the cafeteria. Token looks semi-pleased at the fact lunch is over, probably the fact that he doesn’t have to deal with the rest of them any longer. Only semi because of him not finding out what their information broker had found.

“Jimmy hand it over at seconds break, have fun in whatever you have.”

[Reader POV][1^st person][P.S your doomed butt]

I regret all my life choices at this very moment, Butters I blame you for what my life is right now. My body feels completely frozen as I stare into the piercing silver-purple eyes of Kenny, Butters was right in the fact that Kenny could be terrifying at times. However, I don’t know if he’s annoyed at me for being here or what I pulled on him yesterday, probably both. 

I couldn’t find any words as my tongue felt like lead in my mouth, ok what do I do! If I can’t say anything with this stupid mouth of mine? I didn’t need to wait long before that question was answered though.

“What are you doing here Buttercup? Were you spying on us?” His muffled voice speaks through his parka, an eyesore of orange brightness. The spell on my tongue was suddenly lifted as I fumble for words, I could practically feel my reputation falling.

“I-I was on my way to my class room but I needed to ask the nurse for something, mainly for my asthmatic medication.” Under a façade of calmness, I threw out anything that popped into my mind even though it was lie. I wanted to check on Butters.

Kenny seems unconvinced but lets it go, straightening up his back he cracks a few back bones. Rolling his shoulders he goes to sit back next to Butters, and I wonder if this happens a lot ‘cause Butters doesn’t really tell me these things. Always saying don’t worry about it, gosh Butters you’re too nice for your own good sometimes.

“Ok then, but what you saw here right now. You. Keep. Quiet. Capische? Anyway get your medicine but don’t do anything funny, or you may not be around much longer girly.”

“Wowie aren’t you in a foul mood at the moment, something bad happen recently?” The sarcasm in my voice is very visible but Kenny continues to just sit next to Butters body, like a looming protector. Thankfully he didn’t take it to heart and just smiles in return.

Still looking at Butters he wittily responds back, “Yeah, a pretty little thing ran from me yesterday. Shoving a smelly scarf into my face.” Oh, maybe I walked right into that. All my nervousness jumbling up my words and thoughts, why do I have to be so awkward about these things.

My thought train is cut short as Butters coughs and begins to sit up, Kenny slowly pushes him back down. “Butters, my man! You were out for an hour, why didn’t you dodge quicker?” I see Butters eyes dart around really quickly, kind of setting on me although it was brief. He reaches towards his elbow and begins scratching it; the freezing white room is making him nervous. That or that I’m here with Kenny.

“Kenny? Who’s she? Another fling of yours?” I’m going to kill him. Butters voice a little raspy, like he just got out of bed. Kenny jumps up and stalks towards me, slinging an arm around me as if we are best friends. He totally didn’t just threatened me, Totally.

“Nah just a girl spying in on us, then lying about having to get medicine.” Fu#$. He did know all along. Chuckling I move closer to the doorway as discreetly as I can, I really don’t want to pull the wrong move in front of Kenny. Mainly because he’s NightKnight, and I want to survive today and right now.

“W-well she isn’t doing anything bad right? Golly my arm hurts, it’s so darn itchy!” Butters reaches for his arm that has the drip in it, it sickens my stomach to see Butters like this. Heaven help me if I see him in a worse state.

Like on deaths doorstep.

“Mmph! Butters stop, don’t do that!” Kenny taps (I couldn’t say slap it was too weak for that) Butters hands away, a look of annoyance crossing his face. Butter notices and immediately stops; he looks over to me and ‘glares’.

“Can you please get out, don’t you have somewhere else to be?” His icy tone surprising me and even hurting a little. He’s never done that to me before, I understand that we need to act but still. It really hurts.

“A-a-ah I… um. Yeah, I have Art right now. I’m about to be late so I’ll get going. Er. I hope you get better.” With that I rush out the door, I think a may of broken the sound barrier from the panic and stress of being late. Because I stare up and see that I’m in front of the classroom, glancing around I see that there are still kids in the hallways. Lots of them looking at me strangely as I then realise that the time is only 11:44. Class only would have started four minutes ago, the teacher must be late.

Lucky me.

I yet again plop into a chair in a corner, curling up and looking at my notebook. I note the relationship with Kenny and Leo, I state it was an undetermined relationship but leaning towards either close platonic or semi romantic. Personally thinking it is moving towards a sibling relation. Ok so, so far I’ve still haven’t met Systemshock, Puppeteer, KnightNight or that guy the Reverse world friends were talking about. And I’ve been here for a month now.

“Sup there little lady, how you going? What you writing?” A lisped voice speaks to you, looking up you see that it’s Gluscostic or Scott Malkinson. A boy not too bright but still deadly, I don’t know why he’s a villain. Actually thinking about it harder, I don’t even know why a quarter of these people are villains/mercenaries. Stan’s and Craig’s gang, The girls, Timmy, Jimmy, Bradley and Scott. All thirteen teens all leading lives of crime, and only me, Leo and Dougie being heroes. Even then that term is loose.

“Hey crazy lady, I was talking to you!” Scott’s calloused hand slams down on my desk, jumping me from my thoughts and scaring me to death.

“With all these scares today I’m sure I’ve lost at least fifteen years of my life! What do you want?” Trying to keep the snark from your tone, your hero attitude coming slightly through your civilian disguise. Looking up you see Scott’s freckled covered pale face, his face sporting a very irritated smile on it. It actually ended up looking more like a smirk than anything; there is nothing happy on that face.

“What is that about little Miss? What troublesome things have you been through today, I’ve wouldn’t think a lady like you having issues bad enough to scare ya like that.” His lisp kind of killing any smoothness he tried to have, it makes me feel rather bad for him. Scott if you’re popular, I’m pretty sure it’s only because of your Prerogative. “Well I hope your day gets better little Miss, class is about to start. I’m sure any art you do will be absolutely be wonderful.”

As I watch Scott sit down on the other side of the room, a dude with black hair walks in and he had an aura of fear around him. I feel my eyes flicker with colour, giving me a massive headache surprising me greatly. My eye’s only felt this bad after I got my Prerogatives, what’s happening?

Not getting answers, I see trailing behind the new dude. Fudging Kenny, walking inside with Butters.

Fu#$ you universe. Giving me the most horrible amount of questions in a day ever.

[No ones POV][2^nd Person]

You finished Art, being the first lesson of the year the teacher only told you guys to draw create something that showed your abilities in an hour. You decided to draw the South park city you saw in the Reversed world, a cleaner and happier place. Not ruled by scary gangs that terrified people, and it actually had sun.

With the introduction of Prerogatives, some places where designated to hold curtain people. For example, with use of technology and weather Prerogatives South Park city and Denver became a never-ending winter. Reason being is mainly for Prerogatives requiring Fire abilities and for people with physical ones, to know why this would be useful. Think of a time your hormone flooded child would get angry over something, they burst into flames.

Now think fire demon child versus snow, sure they could burn your house down but they would burn out hopefully quickly. Same with a Superhuman, they kind of need body heat to function. You guess that’s why Demon boy Damien was sent here.

Shaking off those thoughts you begin to make your way to the Exchange Class, used to make sure that all exchange students are settled in and comfy. You also don’t lose any time as it’s the study or extended period for all year elevens and Twelves. Used for either study or an extracurricular course, like other languages or an ICT subject to name a few.

As you walk, you cannot shake off the feeling of someone following you. Or at least watching you. Quickly walking to your locker you dump some things into it, and looking down you see that there are two feet next to you. Staring at them you wonder what you’re going to do, glancing to the map taped in the locker you see that it’s possible to talk a longer way around to get to your class. So making up your mind you turn, close the door and try to was as inconspicuously as you can as you walk away.

As you round the corner and on the way down the stairs you were hit with a dizzy spell, holding onto the railing on the steps you collapse onto them. Legs like jelly and your heart pounds in synchronisation with your head, creating a horrible concoction called a panic attack. You only just realise that your lungs have been on hold as you take fast shuddering breaths to try and calm down, vision blacking as you slide down the stairs. Their coolness feeling like ice through your clothes, you can barely control the whirling storm inside your very soul.

I’m going to Die. Imgoingtodieimgoingtodie.OhnoIamGOINGTOFUC##@%DIE.

The inky blackness curls around your eyes as you feel yourself being barely able to breathe, so very softly you call out Butters by his real name. Before you pass out a curtain, blond with nice hair can be seen rushing towards you, their panic like thunder in your eardrums. Freezing hands touch your sweat-sheened unbearably hot neck, their mouth moves but with no sound.

You see their eyes though, ever since Prerogatives came eyes became like a window. Showing even more emotion than they originally did, but these eyes.

These eyes where pitch black.

And yet, you could still only feel panic. Were you about to die? No, no you weren’t because a friend had found you. And. Just maybe with him, your dream for the future could come true. However that is a thought for another time as your vision turns completely black. You forgot to breathe… or was it because of your new friend?

Your passed out body kind of doesn’t exist anymore, as you’re not a singular thing anymore.

“[Name]! Are you ok?” You are jolted awake, why is everything so clear. Why was I going to die? “Oh Love, you are not going to die. That was all in your head, please just calm down. I am sorry I used my Prerogative on you.”

Oh so that’s what this is? Phillip? What’s going on? What did you do to us? The next thing we know is that we’re in front of the exchange Class, peeking in, there is surprisingly actually no one here yet. Lucky us. You two sit down on the table, you notice that your hair is quite strange. Two different shades make it up and it’s longer than before.

How- “Peculiar… yes I can hear your thoughts, but I promise that I haven’t gone near your memories! I Promise! My Prerogative is strongly… Disliked where I am from, but I mustn’t have as good of a control over it because accidentally fused with you. I didn’t mean to, but I just panicked when I saw you on the ground barely breathing!

I. Am. So. Sorry [Name]. I can’t-“ You unfused from the lack of concentration Pip had over his Prerogative, you fall on the ground and glance over to see him… See him absolutely broken.

“I am so sorry [Name] I-“ His sobs rack his body, making him hiccup between words. “-I didn’t mean to, you barely know me and I. I!”

You hug him.

I swear on my life, I will protect my family! I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost them so I stand up and fight for them. As a wise man once said, Family isn’t only blood but the world. We may look different but on the inside we are the same. We are all human, although there are few that make us question. Even those we question however, we are of flesh and blood. So I WILL TRY MY hardest to save them, every person I know deserves a second chance. Even them.

Can you guess the poems?