Friendly Faces Everywhere -South Park x Reader-

Yandere!Firkle x Reader

He started acting possessive in 5th grade. Your boyfriend Firkle, whom you'd met in kindergarten. He knew you were a "conformist", but he didn't care. You loved him, but there was always something unsettling about his personality.

Maybe it was the fact that he always had a knife with him at all times, or the way he would stare deep into your soul at moments...

"Y/N?" Firkle whispered, waving a hand in front of your face.

"W-what?" You said, turning towards the young boy, who was wearing nothing but black. He took a sip of his coffee and grinned. "I was wondering if maybe we could go to my house..."

You nodded and snatched the cigarette out of his hand, grounding it into the ashtray. "Smoking is bad for you." You declared.

Firkle smirked. "How did I end up with you as my girlfriend?" Then he got up, leaving some money on the table and grabbing your hand.

When you finally reached his house, he led you into his parent's bedroom, locking the door behind himself. Looking around, you forced a smile and tried to avoid eye contact. His parents were out of town, and you felt as if he was going to make a move.

"So...why are we in here?" You asked, sitting down on the bed nervously.

Firkle didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed something from under the king-sized bed. When you turned around, he grabbed your wrists, bounding them in the material.

You gasped and tried to break free from Firkle's grasp, crying. "Why are you doing this?" You screamed, tears streaming down your face. Looking down, you could see that the material was rope.

Your boyfriend smiled evilly, grabbing his knife out of his back pocket. "Y/N...something you didn't know about me...I'm VERY aggressive."

"What?! B-But why are you threatening m-"

"Because I see you looking at other boys. I know what you like. You don't care for my kind."

You shook your head, crying harder. "What are you talking about?"

He sighed, running his thumb along the blade of his knife. "You like emos."

In shock, you opened your mouth, but Firkle quickly shut it by tying rope around your head, the knot laying on your tongue.

Then, he opened the door, waving at you slowly as it closed. And that was the last you ever saw of him. A month later he was arrested for the deaths of more than twenty people.

But you wouldn't know that.

You were dead yourself.

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A/N Great ending, huh? Firkle is my favorite goth, for...obvious reasons. -Em :3