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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage, Rape/
      Non-Con
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      South_Park
  Character:
      Kyle_Broflovski, Stan_Marsh, Eric_Cartman, Kenny_McCormick, Butters
      Stotch, Craig_Tucker, Tweek_Tweak, Jimmy_Valmer, Token_Black, Clyde
      Donovan, Karen_McCormick, Ruby_Tucker, Ike_Broflovski, Wendy_Testaburger,
      Bebe_Stevens, The_Parents, Scientists
  Additional Tags:
      Real_Superhero_AU, mutations, This_is_gonna_get_REAL_dark, Kenny_dies
      alot, the_boys_get_tornmented, This_is_gonna_take_some_time, irregular
      updates, Pain, Blood, Drugs, Kidnapping, Slavery, mental_and_physical
      abuse, seriously_do_not_read_it_if_your'e_a_sesnitive_person, The_kids
      are_kidnapped_in_groups_of_five, Will_most_likely_edit, tags_will_be
      added_later, EDIT:_mentioned_non-con, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-30 Updated: 2017-06-02 Chapters: 2/? Words: 6512
****** I Just wanted to have REAL Powers! ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     In this story The main four and Butters get kidnapped and brutally
     experimented on in an attempt to give them superpowers... and it
     works. Then Craig's crew gets kidnapped too... and they get powers
     too. They are all captured until the scientists make the mistake of
     kidnapping the wrong group of kids.
Notes
     This is going to get really dark. I'm trying to see what is more
     popular, This or my other Story. Depending on which gets more hits,
     kudos, and comments it will get updated more.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Prologue *****
“Hey, are you kids playing superheroes?” The boys turned around from beating
Professor Chaos. They had him by the shirt and had just finished thwarting his
plans to try and convince the girls to start a gender war again. A man in a
black jogging suit had his head popped out of the back of a van. He was looking
at them and trying to motion them over. All of the teenage heroes, The Coon,
Toolshed, Mysterion, and The Human Kite, and their nemesis Professor Chaos
walked to the van.
“What’s it to you buttwipe?” Cartman asked in his Coon's voice it had gotten
much deeper over the years. Kenny’s remained the deepest surprisingly. The man
looked to his left and right. He looked back over his shoulder, looking out the
windshield. He saw nobody around.
“What if I told you, kids, I can help you get REAL superpowers? Any power you
want.” The man said. His voice was hushed, and he looked suspicious. Kenny felt
sick looking at him. Something in his gut was telling him to grab his friends
and run far away from this prick. Kyle also looked suspicious of him, but Stan,
Cartman, and Butters looked indifferent. Kyle was about to protest, he didn’t
like this, this whole situation seemed like those times when they were young
and they got sucked into insane situations. However, they knew that look in
Cartman’s eye, and Kenny knew whatever this guy was offering was probably going
to get him killed. Better him than his friends at least, he was immortal
anyway.
“Like we would believe that. And even if we did, I doubt you’d be doing this
for free.” The Coon responded. He was trying to prod the guy, see if he was
serious. The man stopped and looked the boys in the eye, one by one.
“Entirely free. Any power you want, completely free.” He said to them. “But you
need to come with me right now.” He seemed frantic while trying to remain calm
enough to persuade them to get in the van with them.
“Yeah right, that’s impossible.” Kyle turned around and began walking away.
Cartman stared at the man before he climbed into the back of the van. “Cartman?
What the fuck are you doing Fatass?” Kyle asked as if he were talking to a
stupid child.
“Any power we want and it’s free, Kahyl! We’d be stupid not to go with him!
It’s not like we have anything to lose! Come on Butters you want powers too
right? Kenny? It’s free!” Cartman said. Kenny sighed as Butters stammered but
eventually climbed in with Cartman. This was a horrible idea, but he figured he
should try and keep Butters and Cartman safe… he was immortal, not them.
“AND WHAT IF HE KIDNAPS YOU?!” Kyle asked. Kenny climbed into the van and Kyle
watched them in disbelief. “Kenny you can't seriously be going with him?!”
Kenny shrugged and looked back at Kyle.
“He won't do that. Will you?” Cartman asked the guy behind him. Then shook his
head and Cartman turned back to Kyle. “Hear that Kahyl?! He won't kidnap us!”
After watching the others get in with Cartman, Stan followed. Kyle looked at
them all as if they were crazy, then he sighed. “Fine! But when this goes
wrong, I blame Cartman!” Once they were all in the van the man got in the
driver’s seat and began taking them somewhere. Kenny noticed that the doors
were locked, and they couldn't pull the locks back out. Also, the windows were
tinted heavily, making it difficult to see outside the van.
They couldn't see where they were being taken. Kyle, Stan, and Butters were
nervous, sitting in the back remaining quiet. Cartman was confident, happy to
finally be getting something cool. “So dude, can you make me have the power to
control other people?”
“Of course, I said any power you want. Mind control for you then?” the man
asked politely. Cartman and the guy talked on and on for what seemed like hours
until they finally pulled into the forest, beyond the trees.
When they stopped the guy pulled on a gas mask and flipped a switch. Kyle
panicked and tried to climb into the front seat. “Hey what are you-?!” He was
cut off by a puff of green gas hitting him in the face from the vent, making
him cough. Kenny and Stan struggled to break the windows and Butters began to
hyperventilate. Butters passed out first. Stan was next, his breathing rate
spiked from trying to put his foot through a window. Kenny was next, he had
been punching the window across from Stan with all he was worth. Cartman was
last.
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Kyle awoke first, he groaned and shifted position, trying to sit up.
Immediately he had to vomit and looked around for anything to puke in. He
noticed a shiny silver metal toilet behind him and made a break for it. He
upchucked what looked like a pizza and last night's corn with mashed potatoes.
He flushed it down and used the dull silver metal sink next to it to rinse his
mouth and face. He tried to take in his surroundings once he didn't taste his
own bile in his mouth. As he moved he saw a small circular bandage on his left
arm right at the bend of the elbow. He left it alone and looked around.
The first obvious thing was the bars, they were obviously painted white and it
wasn't a very well done paint job. The paint itself was cracked and flaking in
some areas and the places near the top were the only ones safe from the showing
of age. The next thing Kyle noticed was a small cot to the left side of his
cell, he had obviously just been laying on it. Almost everything was white
here. The floor, the cots, the blankets, the boxers they all wore, it was all
white. He noticed all of his friends were in cages similar to his. Kenny was
across from him, Stan was on Kyle's left, Cartman was to Kyle's right. And
Butters was to Kenny's right. They were all lying on cots in white cells.
The only thing that wasn't white was the top of his cell. It was silvery with a
dull shine similar to his toilet and sink. Toward the back of the ceiling was
hinges and he had no clue why the ceiling would need hinges unless it was
supposed to open. He was pulled from his musings as Cartman was the next one to
stir.
Kyle glared at his overweight friend as he vomited into his own toilet. As soon
as the fetching noises stopped Kyle spoke up. “Nice going Fatass! This is
exactly what I said would happen!”
Cartman took a second to gather his surroundings, then he turned to Kyle. “Ugh!
This is not exactly what you said Kahyl! You said we would get kidnapped. Not
knocked out and thrown in cells.” Cartman yelled back.
“It’s the same fucking thing, you idiot! We were taken from our parents and are
being held against our will!” Kyle shouted through the bars. The shouting
caused the others to stir. Butters retched first, then Kenny, then Stan.
“Because of your selfish need to be better than everyone else we all got
kidnapped! Anything that happens is your fault fatass!”
“Kahyl, calm down, what if this is all just part of them giving us
superpowers?” Cartman asked. He looked at his other friends and they were all
staring at him. Kenny was trying to remain indifferent, Butters looked like he
was mildly curious, and Stan was figuring out whose side he should take.
“Listen, I doubt giving people superpowers is legal Kahyl, they probably want
to protect themselves so the government doesn't catch them.”
“If it's illegal we shouldn't be part of it!” Kyle yelled back. “We should get
out of here!”
“That won't be happening number Three.” A deep voice said over the intercom.
“You will not be allowed to leave now that you are here. Someone will be down
to explain soon please remain quiet until then.” with that the intercom
crackles out of existence.
Kyle glared at Cartman before flopping onto his cot. They all sat quietly in
the cells, Butters sits close to the bars between him and Kenny. He's scared
and for some reason Kenny always made him feel comfortable again.
Stan sits on his cot staring at the bars. He's trying to relax, his stomach is
still queasy from whatever knocked them out. Kyle glares at the ceiling, he's
trying to figure out how to get out of this, while Cartman relaxes.
None of them are prepared for when the sound of a cell door opening resonates
through the hall. They all snap to attention, ready to try and talk to whoever
was sent to them. Surprisingly it's a lanky, thin, and short man. He's wearing
a lab coat and glasses. Blonde hair similar to Butters stands out in the room.
He looks at all of them before smiling.
“Hello, testing subjects one,” he points to Stan. “Two,” He points across the
way to Butters. “Three,” he raises his arm above his head and lowers it to
point to Kyle. “Four,” He swings his arm to Kenny and points at him. “And
Five.” He approaches Cartman’s cell. “Thank you all for volunteering to be part
of this experiment.”
“We didn't volunteer!” Kyle shouted. “You tricked us and then kidnapped us!” He
grabbed the bars.
“Kahyl stop being rude. They are gonna give us superpowers and then we can go
home.” Cartman said in that voice he used to suck up to people. He was hoping
the man would be nice to him.
“Actually, your friend is right. But so are you. You will get powers. Mutations
of your body and DNA, that will allow you to do extraordinary things. However,
we did trick you. And let's be frank, you won't be going home.” The scientist
told them.
“Dude!” Stan said angrily.
“You can't do this!” Kyle shouted. “See what you got us into Fatass?!” He
directed his anger at Cartman, trying to grab him through the bars.
“But my parents will ground me if I don't come home!” Butters shouted.
“Let us go you buttfucker!” Kenny growled.
“Now now, such energy! Don't waste it yelling at me! You're the ones who got in
the van… Save your strength! You’re going to require it to make through the
experiments. And if you don't believe me, allow me to demonstrate.” He
approached Kenny’s cell. “You see while you were unconscious we injected you
each with a different form of an experimental drug. We want to see how many
variants cause mutations and what kinds they cause, under what circumstances,
and what factors affect them.” He pulled out some keys once he was directly in
front of Kenny’s cell.
“Dude, that’s fucking crazy! Just let us go and we uh- won't tell anyone about
this.” Stan yelled from across the room. The scientist wasn't listening. He
opened the door to Kenny’s cell and pulled out a knife.
Kenny raised his hands defensively, he didn't know whether to let this douche
stab him so he could reincarnate again or if he should stay with his friends.
On one hand, he could get help, on the other, he didn't even know where they
were, or how to find his friends after he was killed. The man closed the cell
door behind him. Butters sat in his cell as far away from them as he could.
Everyone watched as the man got closer to Kenny.
“Leave Kenny alone you asshole!” Kyle yelled. Cartman was silent, his jaw
dropped. Butters was staring, terror in his eyes. The man raised the knife
above his head and brought it down right on Kenny’s face. Kenny raised his arm
to try and deflect the blow to his left. Once his arm was raised however the
scientist pulled a taser out from his side with his other hand and struck at
Kenny’s open side. Kenny screamed and spasmed before collapsing to his knees.
“STOP!” Stan shouted. “Leave him alone!”
“You bastard!” Kyle yelled.
“Kenny!” Butters yelled, he was tempted to crawl to Kenny and help but he knew
the bars would stop him. They all watched as the man grabbed Kenny by the hair
and raised the knife to his throat. All of them held their breath. Kenny merely
glared. The man chuckled and instead punched Kenny across the face.
“Not yet, that’d be too easy. We want to stress your bodies to the point of
near breaking.” He then used the knife in his hand to cut across Kenny’s
stomach, his arms, and his exposed legs. The blood ran crimson down his skin,
pale white as snow from being constantly covered. Kenny grunted in pain and
struggled to fight back but the taser was reintroduced and he spasmed on the
floor. Grunts of effort and pain echoed through the hall. Kenny was still on
his knees, using his arms to try and protect himself, but one good blow to the
head and he was down on his side.
“NO! STOP!” He shouted. “NO MORE!” But the scientist began kicking him in the
stomach and chest repeatedly.The blood formed a small pool around Kenny and
splattered across the white bars. It even sprayed the floor outside Kenny’s
cell and inside Butters’. At this point Kenny was sputtering just for breath,
losing too much blood and the scientist didn't seem to care. The scientist
delivered one final shock to Kenny, causing him to spasm as if he was a having
a seizure. He stood, and began to leave, then turned around and kicked Kenny
right in the head.
He took a moment to fix his hair and jacket before turning to the other boys.
“This will happen to all of you at one point. We will stress your bodies and
minds to this point and beyond it, to trigger mutations to your genetic code.”
The scientist said. “Save your energy, you will need it.”
The scientist left and the boys turned their attention back to Kenny. He was on
the ground, still bleeding out, barely breathing. Every breath came out a
painful sounding wheeze. Butters reacted fist, pushing a hand through the bars
and trying to take Kenny’s hand.
“Kenny, can you sit up?” Kyle asked.
“Yeah, dude you okay?” Stan asked.
“Dude, weak!” Cartman said. Kyle turned his attention from Kenny to Cartman.
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT FATASS!!! IF YOU HADN’T GOTTEN US ALL TO GET IN THE VAN
WE WOULDN'T BE HERE!” Kyle yelled.
“Guys knock it off! Kenny isn’t moving! I think he stopped breathing!” Stan
yelled.
“I can't feel his pulse fellas!” Butters yelled.
“He killed Kenny…” Stan said, softly trailing off.
“That bastard.” Kyle said softly. Butters was already crying.
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The scientists were in the control room above, watching the boys from a two-way
mirror at the end of the hall opposite the door. “We told you not to kill him!”
“It’s a minor casualty. If the boy couldn't handle such a minor beating he
won't be any use to us anyway Carl.”
“Wait! His pulse is back!” One scientist yelled. They all gathered around the
computer.
“I want every sensor in the room trained on his vitals! Monitor his brain
waves!” Carl yelled. “And you!” He turned back to the scientist he had sent
down to the boys, “You are lucky! He survived. You are on extremely thin ice
around here, and I don't want you near those kids until I say so. Will someone
take Mr. Gonzalez to his room?”
“His vitals are stabilizing!” A small lanky, young looking scientist yelled.
“We’ve had these kids less than twenty-four hours and already this child has
revived from the dead! Amazing!” The scientist known as Carl awed. He looked
over the data from the monitors in the walls. “It’s like his whole body just
regenerated. I want to know what serum was used on him. And I want every record
on this kid! Tell me everything, I want to know all about his home life, I want
to know illnesses, and I want to know social history! Tell me as soon as he’s
moving again!” Carl yelled. He turned to the young scientist. A young man with
light brown hair, and green eyes. “Lynch I want you to give all of them
physicals tomorrow morning. Examine everything just short of shoving a probe up
their asses. Unless you want to shove a probe up their asses.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Carl, we’ve already spent too much money we don't have on building this
facility, how are we supposed to hire someone to dig into these kids lives?” An
older man in a suit asked. He had black hair with gray streaks, reminiscent of
salt and pepper. His eyes were piercing, almost as dark as his pupils. He had a
bit of a pot belly, but other than that he looked intimidating.
“Call ‘them’ and report our miracle mutant down there. Show them the data.”
Carl said. “We can make a fortune selling him on the black market alone!
Imagine if we sold all his friends too. A small army of mutants.” Carl
enthused. “I can't decide whether we should give them to governments or sell
them as exotic slaves. Maybe a little of both.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Down in the cells, the boys were all losing their shit. Butters was sobbing,
crying himself sick, dry heaving between yowls of lament. Kyle was leaning his
back against the bars on the left side of his cell. Stan leaned his back
against Kyle’s regardless of the bars between them. Kyle was weeping softly.
Stan was silent entirely.
Cartman was trying to rationalize this whole situation. “Kenny could've stayed
behind. He should’ve told us this was a bad idea.” It went on like this for
minutes. Time dragging on making the minutes feel like hours. What felt like,
to the boys, a whole day, was in reality only twenty-five minutes.
They were all deep in their own minds mourning Kenny in their own way. Then
Kenny started moving. They had all been avoiding looking at his brutalized
body. The once white boxers he was dressed in were now red and he was covered
in bruises and cuts. Now Kenny slowly began picking himself up. His arms moving
slow to get his hands under himself, dragging his fingers through the blood on
the floor, to push himself back into a sitting position.
He looked around at the others all crying before he looked down at himself. He
was covered in blood, but his wounds were healed. No scars. No bruises. He took
a deep breath and sighed it out. He was alive, but this was different from all
the other times. Normally he wakes up in his bed not where he died.
Kenny turned to look at Butters, he figured he should calm him down
first.“Butters-” Butters screamed. He looked over at Kenny with absolute terror
and fear in his eyes. The others all stared at him, with the same expression.
“K-Kenny?!” Butters blurt out. “You were dead!” Butters crawled towards Kenny
and reached past the bars. “Are you real?”
“Of course I’m real.”
***** Simulation or Illusion *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The boys had no clue how long they had been down in the cells. It had certainly
been days, but they had no clue how many. The lights were never turned off, so
nobody knew day from night, they merely slept when the exhaustion got to them.
They did know that they were left in their cells for the majority of the time,
and they had routine physicals with a Dr. Lynch several times since being
there.
The scientist had been honest, they were taken one by one daily to three
chambers. The first to go was Kenny. It was always Kenny. Dr. Lynch would come
examine him, checking vitals, previous injuries, mentality, the whole nine
yards. Once he was done he would wrap Kenny in a jacket similar to a mental
patient and escort him from the cell.
Kyle was next since he was right across the hall. The man checked the same
things on Kyle and wrapped him in a jacket. He escorted him to the other end of
the hall and let two older gentlemen take over.
He had asked Stan what happened after he was taken away once they were all back
in the cells. Stan had told him the doctor silently moved on to Cartman and
then him. Butters was always last apparently.
Today the scientists took Kyle to the simulation first. It was room two. One
was for physical pain, Two was for a super-immersive simulation to try and
stress their minds, and Three… he hated Three. It was the deprivation room.
They'd blindfold him, put earplugs in his ears, and then drop him in a tank of
water. Occasionally they would heat and cool the water, or place something in
with him, but mostly he floated there alone.
According to Stan, they had similar rooms for him. His physical room was more
like beatings with blunt objects, while Kyle had sharp ones poking and slicing
him, Stan came back with huge bruises and a busted leg.
Cartman said his chambers were different. Instead of depriving him they had a
gym and made him run. His physical room was like Kyle’s all knives and needles.
And he had a simulator focused on his mother.
Kenny said he had a training room where they would force him to fight along
with a simulation room. He said they had shown him horrible things, like a
simulation of him hurting them and shit. He was beginning to become more stand
off-ish as the testing went on.
Butters never really talked about what they did to him. He said he had a room
like Stan’s with blunt objects, and A simulator, his last room he wouldn’t tell
anyone about. He was quiet more often than not and often just laid on his cot.
Sometimes Kyle thought he could see scratches on his back or hand shaped
bruises on his hips but he didn't ask.
Kyle didn't have time to really worry about him. When they were all together
they tried to talk and reason out what had been happening, undo some of the
mental stuff maybe. Butters would talk if he wanted.
Right now, however, Kyle was being hooked into the machine. They forced a full
helmet over his head down to his neck. He heard them lock the door and flicking
switches to bring the helmet to life. His first time here he had struggled so
hard he had made the straps on the helmet open the cuts from his torment
sessions and the scientists had just been rougher with him. He tried to
struggle slightly, turning his head, closing his eyes, moving or ducking. He
would never go easily, never.
Occasionally his temper got the best of him and he would yell out obscenities
to their faces. This just meant more needles with glowing liquid or razors to
his back when they had him in room one. Today he didn't yell. Those syringes
usually made him sick and he didn't feel like dry heaving tonight.
Today he merely struggled slightly and let them immerse him in their world. The
whole room was a simulation, he had no clue how but they made it as real as
possible. They even took off his jacket after they locked the door. Today was
different than usual though. Rather than seeing his friends hurt or beaten, it
was his brother. He was standing in the middle of his bedroom back in his
house.
Ike stared at him from the doorway. His eyes were happy and teary. He smiled at
Kyle like he hadn’t seen him in ages and Kyle smiled back. He almost felt it
when the simulation Ike hugged him. Tears practically in his eyes. He had to
keep telling himself it was fake, that Ike was NOT actually here hugging him.
He didn't even realize how much he missed his little brother until now. It felt
like forever since he had seen him. Kyle didn’t know whether to actually let
himself enjoy this, or not. It was fake, true, however, he really missed Ike.
He held on as if he was actually holding his brother trying to relax a little
bit. Then he saw his parents behind Ike and smiled at them too. They joined the
hug and held him tightly. He had to keep reminding himself that this was fake.
When they all let go his parents turned their backs on him. The lights suddenly
seemed dimmer and Ike looked sadly off to the side. Kyle watched in confusion.
He tried to call out to them but his voice wouldn't work. His brother began
sniffling as his mother turned back around to him.
“Kyle is gone, Ike. Don't cry though, he was always a bad child anyway. Always
causing trouble, letting his temper get the best of him, and getting involved
in things he shouldn't.” His mother said. “Remember the time he got himself and
his friends sent to Peru? And of course, we had to deal with the Tuckers and
guinea creatures!Such a terrible child!”
“That’s right Ike. We adopted you to replace him. Kyle was always horrible. He
was even a bad Jew, eating hot dogs at his friend's birthday parties, can you
believe it? He should've known those aren't kosher. But you my perfect son, you
know.” His father said to Ike. It seemed both of his parents were just going to
prattle on and on about all his misdoings. It lasted for another hour! The
complained about his attachment to Stan, his constant yelling at Cartman, how
Kenny was a horrible influence, and everything else from fourth grade on!
Kyle tried to stay strong, trying to convince himself it wasn’t real… but
eventually, he began to cry. He was trying to call to them but all the
simulation kept repeating was bad, and worthless, in his parent's voices. His
brother just crying and crying. Images flashed of what his parents lives
might've been without him and they were so happy.
Ike was a straight A student who skipped grades and was in middle school by the
time he was nine. His father made more money. His mother was a stay at home mom
and had all the time in the world to do what she wanted.
The word worthless echoed again and Kyle shook his head as much as the
simulator allowed. He knew it was fake. He kept telling himself that. It was
fake. Entirely fake. He kept arguing with himself, but it wasn't enough. He
tried to hug his brother but went right through.
The next thing broke his heart. He collapsed to knees by Ike trying to hug him
again when he heard it. “He never loved me anyway. He used to kick me through
windows… Kyle isn't my brother anymore.” Ike said as he turned to look at his
parents and consequently Kyle.
That was it. Kyle sobbed. “I ALWAYS LOVED YOU IKE! I LOVE MOM AND DAD AND YOU
MORE THAN ANYTHING! WE ARE BROTHERS! This isn't right. It can't be right. This
isn’t real. IT CAN’T BE REAL!!!” He screamed at the simulated Canadian boy. The
image flickered before it was expelled. The simulation shut down and he finally
breathed a sigh of relief.
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In the control room, the scientists were checking all the data. Carl stared at
Kyle, watching him closely as if he had flipped the off switch himself.
The scientists began rushing around trying to find the issue. “All the switches
are still on sir!” Professor Gonzalez called.
“And all the equipment is working properly!” Professor Lynch called. He turned
back to a different monitor. “His brainwaves are spiking!” Carl rushed over and
stood beside him. He looked over his shoulder at the wave patterns on the
screen.
“They are elevated above what is considered normal, but not drastically so.”
Carl stated. He looked around at the other scientist gathering around his back.
“So the simulation is still on, however, we can not see that it is.” Carl
smiled, “Bring me the other children. I want them to be put that in the room
with him. You,” He turned to a man with black hair, brown eyes, and, horrible
acne. He was overweight and dressed rather sloppily. “Dr. Pipens, be ready to
hook them into the simulation as well. I want to see what happens.”
Five scientists left the room to presumably do what Carl asked of them. Carl,
Lynch, and Gonzalez stayed back and looked through an observation glass down at
Kyle. “Six days. We have only had these children six days and already we have
two with some type of mutation.” Carl said to them. They waited patiently for
the others to return. The first one shoved into the room was subject One.
They watched as Dr. Pipens hooked One into the simulation. They almost panicked
when they saw Dr. Pipens and Dr. Vasquez unhook subject one from the
simulation, however, they managed to calm down, they remembered Dr. Vasquez
went to get retrieve subject Five. There was no way he could be there, it had
to be part of the illusion Three was dreaming up. As soon as Three noticed One
enter the simulation, there was a spike in his brain waves as well. He too was
convinced the simulator was broken.
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Kyle turned to look as soon as he heard the door open. He saw two scientists
that had originally hooked him into the machine come and take off the helmet.
He sighed in relief and quirked a brow when the door closed.
There was a click and Kyle saw Stan inside his room. “Stan?” He asked. He moved
over, in the off simulator and hugged him. “I’m so happy you’re here. They made
me see something awful!”
Stan was confused, he had been brought to Kyle’s simulation and saw Kyle hooked
into it. Then he was hooked in with him and could’ve sworn once he was, there
was the image of Kyle’s old bedroom, but it had flickered and now he was
standing in the room with Kyle hugging him. “Dude, what happened?”
“Well, I was in my old room and Ike and my parents hugged me. But then they
started freaking out and talking about all the times I’ve made mistakes and Ike
said he didn't love me and it was awful! Just awful!” Kyle held onto his
friend. Stan awkwardly pats his back and let him calm down.
Kyle was sobbing so hard on Stan’s shoulder neither heard Kenny being brought
in and hooked into the simulation. He gently laid a hand on Stan’s shoulder and
hugged both once they acknowledged him. He was sweaty and slightly bloody,
although neither Stan nor Kyle could see any cuts. Next was Butters, he looked
much worse for wear.
He had a scent lingering on him that they all immediately recognized. Kyle's
eyes blew wide, and Stan gagged. Kenny grit his teeth and his hands curled into
fists. Their hug disbanded and Kenny wrapped Butters up close to his chest.
Butters looked ready to cry and Kyle pitied the boy. They all had a room that
was slightly different from the others, and they were pretty sure they had just
figured out why Butters was different.
"So why do you think they are bringing all of us here if the simulation is
broken?" Stan asked.
"I don't know," Kyle said. "But I'm happy they did." He stood close to Stan
when they brought Cartman in. Cartman came into the room, seeing the others
standing around like they were happy while hooked into the simulator.
“Hey, guys, what are we all doing here?” He asked.
“We don't know fatass. You look like shit Cartman.” Kyle remarked after seeing
a sweaty, bloody, and tired Eric. Eric didn't panic when the scientists hooked
him into the helmet and locked the door. It wasn't until he was actually pulled
into the simulated world that he noticed something wrong.
“How in the hell are you guys so happy in this damn simulation?!” Cartman
yelled. All around him he saw Kyle’s family bitching about this and that. His
brother was yelling, denouncing Kyle as his brother.
“What are you talking about fatass?! The simulator is broken!” Kyle yelled.
“Uh no! It’s working fine.” Cartman yelled back. “It must be your stupid Jew
brain. Can’t comprehend scientific tools and equipment.” Kyle growled but
Cartman just went on. “I should tell you all the things your brother is saying
in this simulation. You really must have pissed him off, Jew.”
“Shut up Cartman the simulation isn't running anymore! You’re just trying to be
a dick, stop pretending!” Kyle yelled. Then he saw it. The image flickered
again and suddenly he was back in his bedroom. This time though, he had his
friends. So even with his parents screaming, and Ike crying angrily, Kyle
wasn't going to break. He wanted to! He REALLY wanted to. Kyle put his head
down, trying to ignore each word that felt like a physical blow.
Immediately the others were by Kyle. Stan to his left, and Butters on his
right, both throwing an arm around his shoulders, wouldn't let him break. Kenny
was slightly in front of him and off to the side by Butters, holding Kyle’s
hand. He could hear Stan trying to talk to him, but couldn't make out what he
was saying, his parent's voices were too loud. He heard Butters try to get him
to snap out of it, and even Kenny tried to talk to him. But he just kept
shaking, on the brink of a complete mental breakdown.
That's when finally, and surprisingly, Eric Cartman stood in front of him.
“Hey, Jew boy, you aren't gonna let a silly imaginary world break your mind
like the walnut it’s sized to be are you?” Cartman taunted. His voice
distracted Kyle enough he didn't even register anyone else speaking. His head
popped up and looked Cartman in the eye.
Kyle glared at him but Cartman smirked once he had Kyle’s attention.
“Seriously, just because I won't fall for whatever trick your Jew powers let
you pull, doesn’t mean you shouldn't use them. You look like you really need to
use them right now.” Cartman leaned in so he could whisper in Kyle’s ear. “I’ll
make you a bet, if you use them and make me fall for them, for a full minute,
I’ll go a whole day without belittling your people. Just don't tell the
others.”
Kyle smirked when Cartman backed off. “You’re on fatass!” Kyle said. He closed
his eyes and tried to break the simulation again. Stan held him close and Kenny
held onto Butters. Cartman smiled and tuned out the simulation around him. It
took a full three minutes, but the simulation flickered out again.
Cartman looked on with slight pride when all of his friends breathed a sigh of
relief. That meant Kyle had pulled them back into the other place. The place
where the simulation wasn’t on and everyone was safe from all the yelling. For
some reason, he didn't know, seeing Kyle literally having to be held up wasn’t
as great as he remembered.
Kyle was very happy with himself when he was able to convince himself the
simulator was off again. He looked over at Cartman, and he was surprised by the
slight smile on his face. He didn't know why or how it had been Cartman to
reach him in his head, but it was. He tried to chalk it up to him being a long-
standing arch-nemesis of sorts. He turned back to the others and tried to
ignore a coming headache. He could feel it, a slight pain at his temples that
would surely turn into a raging migraine later.
Stan, Butters, and Kenny were amazed when the simulation flickered away again.
Stan held on to Kyle, trying to make sure his best friend was safe. Kenny
instead clung to Butters. He knew that smell probably better than any of the
others. The smell of sex. For some reason, it pissed him off that anyone would
do that to Butters, and he sincerely doubted Butters was willing. He was
careful around the bruises and scratches on Butters body. He pets the back of
his head and tried to be as quiet as possible when he asked. “How long?”
Butters whispered back. “W-well how long what?” Kenny hugged him tighter. He
wasn't going to let Butters play dumb on this one. He had to know how long and
he had to know which ones.
“I know that smell better than the others Butters. How long have they been
doing this to you?” Kenny held him firmly when Butters tried to squirm away.
“I don't kn-”
“Don't lie Butters. It’s okay. Just tell me.”
Butters squirmed but there was an eventual sigh. “Since the first day. After we
had our first physical.” Butters whispered. He was shaking slightly and Kenny
could tell his voice was about to crack.
“Sh. It’s okay. It’s not your fault.” Kenny soothed. Cartman came over and
hugged both of them. Kenny tried to glare at him but Cartman shrugged.
“You guys can't leave me out of this. Besides if I try to hug Kyle he might use
his Jew Powers on me.” Cartman said. Kyle laughed softly and turned to them.
“Scared fatass?” Kyle asked and then the scientists came back. Walking into the
room and wrapping them in the jackets silently. They were all separated and
taken back to their cells. Kenny noticed the scientists took Cartman first,
Sten next then himself. Once they were back in their cells the scientists
blindfolded Kyle with a large piece of metal bent around his head and locked
with a padlock. They said it was to keep him from messing with the other
subjects, but Kenny figured they had an ulterior motive.
Kenny sat on his cot, and let Butters hold his hand through the bars. Of
course, Cartman had to comment on it, but it wasn't what they expected. “Kyle,
you should see Kenny, holding Butters hand. It’s actually kind of cute.”
“Shut up fatass,” Kenny said. He squeezed Butters hand in comfort.
“Seriously you guys. If we were back in school, I’d lock them in the boy's
locker room overnight.”
“You mean like you did with Token and Nichole?” Kyle asked.
“You have no proof that was me, ya Jew-rat!” Cartman yelled.
“Dude,” Stan cut in, “We all know it was you.”
“Whatever, I’m just saying these two could give Craig and Tweek some
competition as far as the cutest gay couple goes.”
Chapter End Notes
     I'm still trying to break out of my comfort zone. Poor Butters, but
     don't worry, it will get better eventually. See if you can guess
     their powers.
End Notes
     If you're interested in seeing my ideas for this or helping me
     brainstorm or edit, I'd appreciate it. You can leave a comment, I see
     them all.
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