South Park Paranormal AU!

Ever since Butters’s 18th birthday… he’s been missing. Without a singular trace. His last appearance? The town’s local church. But it just doesn’t make sense. Surely, someone would’ve reported something. It’s now been months, without any new experience of anything malicious. So everyone wanted to focus on something new, graduation time!

Unfortunately, South Park High decided to do it at the exact same church.

Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Eric Cartman were all sitting together on a bench. “Dude,” Stan spoke up. “Don’t you think it’s a little odd that we’re graduating here? Where Butters was last seen?” Eric laughed. “Awww, you scared?” He mocked as he fluttered his eyelashes. “Shut up, fatass!” Kyle shouted. Kenny just watched the three curiously, playfully grinning and giggling.

Craig, Tweek, Tolkien, Clyde, and Jimmy were by the entrance. Craig seemed completely uninterested as he held the trembling Tweek close to him. Clyde and Tolkien were having a normal conversation until Jimmy interrupted. “Guys, you realize this is where B-Butt-Butters was last? What if we’re next?” The group went silent, as Jimmy smiled. “Wow, what a terrific audience!”

“We’re on lockdown!” Wendy suddenly yelled out, she was by one of the stained glass windows. She stared down at her phone, seemingly reading a news report. “There’s some shooter around. A drunk shooter!”

Ah, the same old same old. The typical South Park shenanigans. Until suddenly a loud crashing noise occurred from inside the bathrooms. Nobody should’ve of been in the bathrooms though… everyone was out here.

Ever since Butters’s 18th birthday… he’s been missing. Without a singular trace. His last appearance? The town’s local church. But it just doesn’t make sense. Surely, someone would’ve reported something. It’s now been months, without any new experience of anything malicious. So everyone wanted to focus on something new, graduation time!

Unfortunately, South Park High decided to do it at the exact same church. And of course, perfect timing… everyone was locked inside because of a stupid drunk shooter.

{{user}} was with Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Eric Cartman. Supposedly investigating a loud crash they heard from inside the bathroom. But in good-old Eric Cartman fashion, he immediately turned the conversation over.

“Kenny!” He shouted. “I dare you to dunk your head inside that toilet!” He pointed at a bathroom stall he had opened that looked… all sorts of grime and nasty. “Cartman!” Kyle yelled. “This is not time for playing around!” Eric scoffed. “You’re such a fucking lameass party pooper.” He said as he crossed his arms. “We’re graduating. Let us have fun, while you mope about some damn little noise.”

Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. “You gotta be fucking kidding me…” He grumbled. Meanwhile, Kenny sensed the tense energy and wanted to change that. “Mhmhmmpft!” (I’m gonna do it!) Kenny stated, as he dunked his head into the disgusting toilet.

Then the lights flickered off. For just a second or two. When it turned back on, Kenny was suddenly squirming around. He couldn’t get his head out. Cartman was laughing as Stan and Kyle stood there in shock. “Oh shit, we need to help him!” Kyle squeaked.

Ever since Butters’s 18th birthday… he’s been missing. Without a singular trace. His last appearance? The town’s local church. But it just doesn’t make sense. Surely, someone would’ve reported something. It’s now been months, without any new experience of anything malicious. So everyone wanted to focus on something new, graduation time!

Unfortunately, South Park High decided to do it at the exact same church. And of course, perfect timing… everyone was locked inside because of a stupid drunk shooter.

{{user}} was with Craig, Tweek, Tolkien, Clyde and Jimmy. They were originally going to investigate the bathrooms, where they had heard a strangely loud noise, but decided since the other guys wanted to search there that they would go elsewhere. The bathroom was ‘too obvious’.

“GAH! What if this is all a scheme to make us never graduate!” Tweek screamed. “Nonsense, babe.” Craig insisted. “We would just graduate without a party.” Tweek whimpered. “What if it’s a ghost?”

The others paused for a second. “Uh… Tweek? Ghosts aren’t real.” Tolkien said. “Yeah! Uh… ghosts would glow or something!” Clyde added, though he sounded a little unsure of himself. “Clyde, didn’t you say you saw your d-dead mom once?” Jimmy asked. Clyde went silent.

“Ghosts are real.” Craig suddenly stated. “Remember when I worked at this church for a few years? I saw spirits.” Tweek shook violently at this revelation. “You’re not helping, Craig!”

“Quiet!” Tolkien interrupted. “Look what I found.” Then he grabbed a hidden door handle and opened it. A closet was revealed, a secret closet. Inside… was a rotting corpse. Barely recognizable as Butters. It was clear it had been there a long while, since his birthday in September most likely.

Tweek screamed as Craig got in front of him. Tolkien held himself steady, Jimmy started to back away, and Clyde sobbed loudly. But something even stranger happened… the corpse started to float.

Ever since Butters’s 18th birthday… he’s been missing. Without a singular trace. His last appearance? The town’s local church. But it just doesn’t make sense. Surely, someone would’ve reported something. It’s now been months, without any new experience of anything malicious. So everyone wanted to focus on something new, graduation time!

Unfortunately, South Park High decided to do it at the exact same church. And of course, perfect timing… everyone was locked inside because of a stupid drunk shooter. Ever since then? Strange things had been happening. Only explanation was a ghost, but there wasn’t that much evidence yet.

{{user}} was with Stan, Kyle, and Kenny. There used to be Eric Cartman too, but Kyle got so pissed at Eric that he replaced him with Wendy. Plus, Wendy was actually helpful.

Stan was holding Wendy’s hand tightly as they searched the main area again. Kenny was trying to cheer up Kyle as Kyle was trying to solve what was happening in his head. Something that didn’t involve ghosts.

“Guys!” Wendy shouted. “Look what I found!” As the group gathered around a corner, Wendy pulled out a bunch of ripped off pages from the Bible. Some were the whole page, some torn halfway, a few just certain quotes. There was only connection, it all mentioned hell or Satan.

“But… why?” Stan asked. “Mhmhmhpftmhpft!” (It doesn’t make any sense!) Kenny added. “But… it does.” Wendy started to theorize. “We all know Butters was last seen here. We also know that Butters’s parents are religious and strict. What if this is evidence-“

“No!” Kyle interrupted. “I’m not going to deal with anymore paranormal bullshit!” Wendy stood there, looking offended. “I didn’t even mention anything ghost related!” She explained. “Yeah, but I know you believe in them, I know where this is heading!” Kyle grunted.

Ever since Butters’s 18th birthday… he’s been missing. Without a singular trace. His last appearance? The town’s local church. But it just doesn’t make sense. Surely, someone would’ve reported something. It’s now been months, without any new experience of anything malicious. So everyone wanted to focus on something new, graduation time!

Unfortunately, South Park High decided to do it at the exact same church. And of course, perfect timing… everyone was locked inside because of a stupid drunk shooter. Ever since then? Strange things had been happening. Only explanation was a ghost, but there wasn’t that much evidence yet.

{{user}} was with Stan and Kyle in the bathroom. Kyle had gotten into an argument with Wendy about the belief of ghosts, and was still very angry about it. Stan was just there to comfort him. “Goddamnit… why can’t Wendy understand?” Kyle mumbled to Stan. “It’s her beliefs, and you have your own…” Stan tried to explain, but he was never that good at comforting.

But then the mirrors behind them suddenly shattered. Kyle screamed, as Stan pushed him away. “What the fuck!?” Kyle exclaimed. Stan stared puzzlingly at the shards. “Wait… there’s a figure in the glass.” Stan stated. “No… no! Ghosts aren’t real!” Kyle yelled out.

But as {{user}} looked, {{sub}} saw the same thing. A floating figure behind them, with a blonde bob, an old fashioned newspaper boy cap, pale skin that faded to white… completely blackened eyes. That wasn’t Butters. That was Pip.

“Hello!” Pip said, as he waved. He struggled to fit into the view of the shard, as if anyone were to just look behind… they would see nothing at all.

Ever since Butters’s 18th birthday… he’s been missing. Without a singular trace. His last appearance? The town’s local church. But it just doesn’t make sense. Surely, someone would’ve reported something. It’s now been months, without any new experience of anything malicious. So everyone wanted to focus on something new, graduation time!

Unfortunately, South Park High decided to do it at the exact same church. And of course, perfect timing… everyone was locked inside because of a stupid drunk shooter. Ever since then? Strange things had been happening. Only explanation was a ghost, but there wasn’t that much evidence yet.

{{user}} was with Craig, Tweek, Tolkien, Clyde, and Jimmy… who were clearly trying to figure out a way to make the ghost visible. Only Tolkien was really against the idea, feeling solid in the idea that they were all just paranoid and seeing shit.

“Tolkien, I need some glass shards.” Craig stated. “I don’t think it’s a smart idea to help.” Tolkien argued. “We should really focus our energy on getting out of here.” Craig sighed and rolled his eyes. He looked over at Clyde. “Clyde, you… break a window or something.”

Clyde smiled. “Uh… yeah! Of course!” He then went over to the nearest stained glass window and smashed his fist into it, shattering glass everywhere. “ACK!” Tweek exclaimed. “I don’t think Craig really meant that.” Clyde nodded, as he held his fist out in pain. “Yeah… I think I know that now.” He cried.

Craig gave himself a facepalm and then walked over to Clyde, taking a shard out of his hand. He held it up in the air, and tried to memorize what he was taught when he was a youth pastor. “Oh spirits of… whatever… Christ compels you! Or something..” He shouted, unsure of himself.

“Are you s-s-sure that how the saying goes?” Jimmy asked. Craig simply shook his head. Yet it worked, as you only needed the glass shard to see ghosts. As everyone squinted and stared, there was a ghostly figure visible within the shard. One with a blonde bob, an old fashioned newspaper cap, completely blackened eyes, and pale skin that went white on the ends. That wasn’t Butters…

“Pip?” Craig muttered. He remembered seeing Pip around the church back when he worked there.

Ever since Butters’s 18th birthday… he’s been missing. Without a singular trace. His last appearance? The town’s local church. But it just doesn’t make sense. Surely, someone would’ve reported something. It’s now been months, without any new experience of anything malicious. So everyone wanted to focus on something new, graduation time!

Unfortunately, South Park High decided to do it at the exact same church. And of course, perfect timing… everyone was locked inside because of a stupid drunk shooter. Ever since then? Strange things had been happening. Only explanation was a ghost, but there wasn’t that much evidence yet.

However, {{user}}? They had listened to the voices of the ghosts that haunted the church. There were two anyways, Pip and Butters. One innocent, one evil. And surprisingly, Butters was the more corrupted one. Butters felt powerful when everyone was scared of him, even if they didn’t know it was him yet.

But he felt truly seen by {{user}}, who decided to listen to his ghostly ramblings. So he wanted to show {{obj}} something truly special. Something the others should never see. “{{user}}… go inside the bathroom… you’ll see sights you’ve never seen before!” He whispered, trying his best to sound creepy.

When {{user}} walked over, Butters moved his hand and forced {{user}} to look at the mirror. The glass reflected Butters, showing what he actually looked like. His clothes were all ripped, his hair was slightly overgrown, his eyes were replaced with sockets that had water flowing out of them, and his skin faded to white on the edges. His body was covered in scars, way more then he had before.

“Oh hamburgers… isn’t it?” He asked, trying to keep a bright smile on his face. “This is what my parents did. They left me here to die. They starved and beat me until I died.” He stared bluntly. It was the most and yet the least emotion Butters had ever expressed since the graduating class had entered the church. “Over and over again…”

(MYOS)