South Park One Shots

Partners in Crime (Craig x reader)

"(Y/n)! Feet off the desk!" Mr. Singer, the teacher in charge of detention, commanded, slamming his fist on his desk angrily. You rolled your eyes, reluctantly removing your feet from said desk. You huffed out a sigh of annoyance, glancing at the clock on the wall. 'Only an hour and a half left.' You thought to yourself, pleased to be leaving detention soon. Turning your attention away from the clock, you decide to look for the one who helped you get your ticket to detention. Surprisingly, Craig, your partner in crime, had been staring at you. Your eyes locked with one another's, as you fought the urge to blush. 

Gulping nervously, you jerked your head to the front of the room. Seeing the teacher asleep, you stepped out of your seat, Craig following your lead. Pushing away your obvious romantic feelings for the troublemaker, you smirked at him, nodding towards the door. He hummed quietly in agreement, opening the door as quiet as possible. You walked out the room, and towards the front school doors, pleased to hear Craig's footsteps pitter-pattering behind yours. 

You blushed at the feeling of Craig's arm meeting your shoulders. "That was too easy. Where do you want to go now?" You question, trying to ignore Craig's piercing stare. "We could go to the old abandoned roller skating rink." He suggested, not noticing the shiver go down your spine at the mention. 

"As fun as that sounds, I'd rather not, with the rumor of it being haunted and all. Well, that and the fact two kids went missing there!" You anxiously exclaimed, walking out from under his arm and through the school doors. Following close behind, you could almost feel the slight pout on his face from your rejection. "What are you, a wuss?" Craig mocked, making his way in front of you. You rolled your eyes and quietly laughed at his adorable teasing.

"Call me what you will dork, but you've gotten me into enough trouble today! Why don't we do something else, like go get some pancakes?" You offered, pointing at the Denny's  across the street. Damn did you love Denny's and their pancakes. "We can go to Denny's after we go to the roller-rink! We'll be fine (Y/n), I promise. I'll protect you okay?" Craig spoke whilst soothingly rubbing your head. You sighed in defeat shoving Craig's hand off your head and crossing your arms. 

"Fine, let's go you whiny-baby."You huffed out, smiling internally at Craig's small grin.

~30 minutes later~

"Why the fuck did we walk here again?? We should've asked for a ride, goddamn I hate walking, I think I'm dying." You heaved, resting your hands on your knees, out of breath. Craig chuckled, amused by your little rant. "You're fine, now let's go in." He grabbed your hand and led the way into the doors. 

Your breath hitched at the temperature in the building. Glancing around the building, you noticed the destroyed benches, and skates spread everywhere. Suddenly, you felt a breath on the back of your neck. You went stiff and felt the blood drain from your face. "Craig? Where are you?" You called out, hoping the breath had been him. 

"Over here!" He waved, from the upper stairs of the building. Regaining the feeling in your body, you sprinted up the stairs. "Craig, we need to leave. Something's weird here, I'm getting weird vibes." You explain, grabbing onto his jacket and tugging him towards the exit. You weren't normally scared easily, but you didn't mess with the paranormal.

"We just got here, no way!" He pressed forward, forcing you to keep up with his pace. "Let's take pictures, get out your phone." He urged you by showing you his phone. You groaned in annoyance and began taking pictures, not really caring about where you were aiming. 

*THUD*

A sudden loud noise made both you and Craig put down your phones. "What the fuck was that? We should go check it out." Craig sprinted down the hall towards the noise. You whined aloud before jogging not far behind him. Like hell you were going to die in some creepy place alone, might as well die together right? "Holy shit." You whispered, walking towards Craig. The room was a mess, especially with the red writing on the wall. 

'YOU'RE GOING TO DIE HERE'

Your eyes widened at the words, and you began pushing Craig towards the door. "That's it! We are leaving, no ifs, ands, or buts!" You ordered, almost at the door.

"I'm sorry to burst your bubble sweetheart, but that's not happening." A cold, empty voice cut out in front of you from the door. You watched a tall male with piercing blue eyes step into the room, a crowbar in his hand. "You've both seen to much what with the pictures and all." A feminine voice spoke out, right behind the man. You and Craig looked at her in confusion, as they were just pictures. 

" See, what you don't realize cutie, is that your little girlfriend accidentally snapped a picture of our little Nigel. And we can't have that being spread around. Now, we'll have to terminate you both. Such a shame, I speculated you both would've had beautiful children." She mockingly cooed, placing her hand on Craig's cheek. 

Craig pushed the both of you back, farther from the duo. "You both are sick! I bet you are the ones that took  those kids 6 years ago? You both are sick in the head." Craig shook his head in disgust, trying to make sense of the conclusion he tried to piece together. Suddenly, looking into their eyes, something clicked inside your head. 

"Oh my god, Craig. That's not it. They didn't kill the kids, they ARE the kids!  Amelia and Henry Bakenstein." Your knees shook at the truth. The pair began chuckling, walking towards you both.

 "At least one of you has brains. She's right, we are those kids. We realized our feelings for each other when we turned 14, and we knew we couldn't be together in their world. After all, we are twins. 6 years later, we got busy and had Nigel. Everything would've been fine had you both not came in here. Now, say bye sweeties." Amelia giggled, taking the crowbar from Nigel. 

"Craig, I'm really scared.." You whispered, gripping his hand tightly. Seeing you terrified awoken something in Craig. All the sudden it went from 0-100 really quick, and he drop kicked Henry. He fell to the floor and Amelia whipped the crowbar towards him. Gulping, you jerk into action and fight to pull it from her hands.

"Give me the crowbar you hillbilly bitch!" You slammed your head into hers, finally making her let go and stumble backwards. With his quick thinking, Craig sticks out a leg and trips her, making her pass out next to her brother. 

"Let's get out of here!" You dragged Craig out of the room, and jammed it with the crowbar. You tossed Craig your phone, telling him to call 911, while you went to grab Nigel. Upon grabbing the baby, you finally eased your tense shoulders, hearing the sirens.

You hand the cops Nigel, and toss them your phone. Amelia didn't call you the smart one for nothing, after all, you managed to record the whole ordeal. Looking back, you reached for Craig's hand while stepping out the door.

Once the two of you were out the door and far away enough from the building, you turned to him ready snap at him. "Craig, if you had listened to me to begin with-You were cut off by his lips being slammed into yours. You felt his hands needingly circle around your waist gripping you firmly. You melted into the kiss, matching your lips to the pace of his, and wrapping your arms around him. 

Finally, he pulled away, tears in his eyes. "(Y/n), I'm such a dick. I can't believe I almost got you killed. I should've listened to you right away. You were scared, and in danger, all because of me. I'm so fucking sorry (Y/n). I love you so much, I never want to come close to loosing you like that again." Craig whispered into your hair, cradling your head. 

You gently pulled away and looked up at him, blushing in surprise. "First things first, Craig I think that's the most I've ever heard you talk ever, especially about your feelings!" You smiled playfully, tugging off his hat. "Secondly, I love you too asshole." You finished, pulling him into a kiss. 

"Partners in crime?" Craig asked, his forehead pressed against yours.

You rubbed his nose with yours.

"Partners in crime."