#may or may not have a crush on mysterion

[splish-splashy]

Really thinking about getting deep about the character I made for the South Park games

[kenny-the-ken]

Do you think you can write another mystrion fic, maybe the reader saves him instead? Like he's hurt and the reader finds him protects and bandages him up?

Love love love this idea!! Thank you so so much for your request!! I hope you guys enjoy!!! ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!!!

You were simply known as the 'New Kid'. No one really knew very much about you, but you were a good medic, in fact, you were gifted with the power to heal others when wounded. Battle could be tough sometimes, and that's why you always made sure to be on hand if anyone ever needed you.

And this was one of those times, Mysterion was down, and he was bleeding from a large stab wound on his lower abdomen, you could hear his groans of pain as he writhed around on the floor, the other hero's springing into action against those who had seriously hurt their friend.

"Fuck, that hurts!" Mysterion groaned, clutching his hands to where the blood was spurting from, and you jumped down from where you were sitting atop the roof above the dingy alleyway, dropping to your feet, your hands stabilising you, as you sprinted to your fallen comrade.

"Ken... are you okay?" You asked, hands moving his hands away from his wound, and hovering your own above the wound, placing your hands atop of his abdomen, a faint golden glow surrounding you both.

None of the others noticed, they were too busy avenging their friend to see what was going on, and Kenny gazed up at you, slightly delirious from the blood loss, but also in shock, did you have powers too?

"With this hand I replace all that is lost, blood pour through his veins and regain all strength that was lost. And with this hand I tie all wounds, may they heal from red to white, simply a memory of a time you almost were no more." You whispered, just loud enough for Kenny to listen to, and he hung on your every word, the colour coming back to his pale skin, the pain subsiding from where the large wound once was, now replaced with a thin, white scar line.

Was he dead and did he just imagine this because he had a massive crush on you, or was this real and did you just save his life?

"Y-You have powers too?" Mysterion asked, his hand touching your own, gazing up into your e/c eyes, a small smile on his once pained face.

"I can heal people." You said, a small blush on your cheeks. You had never shown your powers to anyone, no one had ever need that seriously hurt before in front of you.

"I-I can't die." Kenny replied, laughing to himself, "Does that mean you technically can't die either?" He asked, as you nodded your head, a small smile on your face, gazing down with soft eyes at the guy you'd had a crush on for a while now.

"I think it's time we get you home, don't you?" You spoke, standing and offering Kenny a hand up, which he gladly accepted, and once he was standing, he refused to let go of your hand, your cheeks flushing.

Mysterion turned to face you, taking your other hand within his own, just gazing at you in admiration.

"Did anyone tell you that you look beautiful in your super hero outfit?" Kenny asked, before blushing himself, and he was thankful that his cheeks couldn't be seen under his mask and hood, you on the other hand, your cheeks were scalding, your gaze diverting to the floor, kicking up dirt with your shoe.

"Thanks, Ken." You replied, a smile on your red face, and Kenny pulled you for a close, warm embrace. He smelt slightly musky, and like cigarettes, just like he usually did.

And as you two broke away from the hug, your movements slowed, and Kenny decided to finally shoot his shot, pressing his lips to yours, his hands cupping both of your cheeks, and you returned his kiss, before you both pulled away, giggling at each other.

"I've wanted to do that for quite a while now... now let's go, we don't want those guys coming back, I'll text Kyle and Stan and let them know I'm taking you home to patch you up." You spoke and Kenny stood stationary, shaking his head no.

"Can I chill in yours instead? I don't really fancy going home tonight... my parents were drinking before I left so, god knows what I'd be walking in to." Kenny spoke, fiddling with his thumbs, refusing to meet your gaze.

"Course you can come to mine, Ken. You're always welcome, you know that!" You said, placing your hand on his shoulder reassuringly, and Kenny responded to your touch by scooping you up, throwing you onto his back, and climbing up the drain pipe attached to the side of the building. Kenny was lanky, he was rather thin, considering his family could barely afford to feed him, he always had been slightly made up from he was a child, Kyle had shown you the pictures of them on their first day of fourth grade, standing stupidly at the bus stop together.

You had only moved to South Park a few months ago, and after joining South Park High, it's like you've always lived here, you were accepted straight away by a great group of friends, and Kenny was always so understanding and supportive, you two were extremely close, but you didn't know until tonight that he too had powers, maybe fate had put you both together, both cursed to a never ending existence, your bodies being able to go through mass amounts of pain, only yours healed rapidly, and Kenny died, before being reborn over and over again. It almost felt like this was destiny, the universe putting you both together like two missing puzzle pieces that slotted together perfectly.

The walk to your house didn't take long, and Kenny carried you nearly the whole way, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, you were worried he might hurt himself, but he assured you that he was fine, all thanks to you.

He climbed down to balance on your windowsill, sliding your old fashioned slat window open, and helping you into your bedroom, as he joined you, finally taking his costume off round his head, you loved when Kenny let his face and hair show, he was extremely self conscious and you could never understand why, to you, he was perfect. His pale skin, light brown freckles, his adorable gap toothed smile, his messy blonde locks, you were infatuated with him, and he caught you staring.

"I- Is there something wrong with my face?" Kenny asked, and you started laughing, covering your mouth as you shook your head no.

"No, Ken. You're just really handsome." You spoke, Kenny's signature smirk appearing on his face as he moved himself closer to you.

"Well, I think you're stunning, not to mention you saved my life tonight, I really am in your debt. What can I do to repay you?" He questioned, his hands snaking their way around your waist.

"You could stay tonight and give me some cuddles?" You suggested, and Kenny was more than happy to oblige.

He pulled his costume off, standing in his boxers, and you did the same, pulling on your cotton pyjama shorts and an old band T-shirt, climbing into bed, and holding the duvet up for Kenny to join you.

Kenny quickly clambered in beside you, his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest, your head resting above his heart, which thumped quickly. Not only was he in bed, but it was your bed, and you were here with him, snuggled into his chest. A sigh of content left his lips as he placed his free arm behind his head.

"If you're ever injured again, Ken. I don't care how big or how small it is, I promise I'll always be there to heal you, you'll never have to die again." And Kenny pulled you closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, gazing down at you.

"I promise I will." Kenny spoke, a smile on his face, as you pressed your lips together gently, your warm bodies flush and your legs entwined together.

You could finally come to terms with the fact that you were immortal, maybe it wasn't such a curse after all, if it meant that you and Kenny could spend an endless eternity in each others arms, then you thought of it more of a blessing, and Kenny felt the same, both of you slowly drifting to sleep, for the first of many times in each others embrace.

[yanderes-galore]

Here's a fun one! Mysterion from South Park romantic concept with a reader that is also a hero that takes their job seriously but as a civilian is super sweet so nobody suspects them of being the hero in question. Thank you!

I decided due to the nature of these requests I should just combine them. So, here you both go :) i haven't seen the episodes with the heroes so I am pulling from best moments and the game :) Aged up as usual, maybe around high school-ish? (18)

Love him 💜

Yandere! Mysterion with Hero/Villain! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Kidnapping, Stalking, Violence, Manipulation, Isolation, Obsession.

These are both roles that would catch the eye of Mysterion.

First of all, he probably met you as Kenny.

You're one of the sweetest people he's met.

He has no idea about your alter ego.

After all, he feels he should protect his darling as Mysterion.

Stalking is so much easier and he's even more capable of protecting you.

As his antihero persona he feels he can be looser with his obsession towards you.

You and Kenny are probably close friends, considering the fact he has an obsessive crush over you.

Despite this you both have no idea of your alter-egos.

Until you meet one night and things change.

If you're a hero, he'll both be surprised yet also not.

He's surprised you'd put yourself in this situation.

You are aware of how dangerous hero work is, right?

And you're alone!?

It spooks him for a moment that the civilian he was trying to protect is a hero.

Then again... your personality has always been the type to help others.

After all, you help him all the time at school.

If you're a hero... he at least wants to offer you aid.

He totally isn't still stalking you while you do your job.

It is a bit strange he's always around to help you though.

Even as a hero, Mysterion still loves you deeply.

If anything it gives him an excuse to be closer to you.

You're hero partners, you need to help each other.

Your hero work may become either easier or harder with him around all the time.

Even if you aren't formally partners.

Easier as he helps out a lot.

You don't have to worry all that much as Mysterion doesn't let anyone harm you in battle.

If you were hurt then he'd do his best to aid you.

Then there's the issue of Mysterion's clinginess.

He is almost breathing down your neck with how close he tries to be.

He prefers to knock people around you out but if you were hurt, who knows what he'd do?

Over all, despite you being a hero, Mysterion still tries to be your guardian angel.

Even if it leads to trouble...

Then there's if you're a villain.

This realization freaks him out a bit.

As Kenny, he sees you as the sweetest little thing that needs protection.

But here you are, a villain in the flesh.

In a way, Mysterion feels betrayed and deceived.

You lied to him.

In his eyes he feels he needs to correct you.

You should be on his side... not creating crime.

Don't you realize this way you're hurting him?

You may not forgive him... yet he takes you down during one of your plans and locks you up.

Mysterion doesn't want to hurt you but he feels he has to at least a little to convince you that you're on the wrong path.

You curse his name and declare him your enemy.

Of course, he's extremely hurt by this but correction is necessary.

You should have never joined in on this....

Now look where your troubles got you?

Trapped, isolated, vulnerable...

Right where he wants you.

In both scenarios Mysterion feels he still shouldn't leave your side.

In both he may even try to convince you not to continue any of this.

You'd be so much safer playing the role of his sweet civilian...

Even if he has to force you back into that fantasy of his.

[angelicyouth]

Grievance

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader

⇢ genre: superpowers ; the fractured but whole AU

⇢ synopsis: ❝Nothing makes us as lonely as our secrets—they're a prison whose truth may bring despair. If only the threat of death wasn’t involved to push you further into isolation.❞

⇢ warning: graphic descriptions of violence

⇢ [AO3 link] 

The frigid air causes goosebumps to run along my exposed skin, my short skirt not providing any sort of reprieve against the cold. The moonlight cascades down from the night sky, peeking through overcast clouds and providing a sliver of luminescence against the darkness surrounding me. This is typically the conditions that come into play whenever I adorn this costume, as such from the shitty town called South Park.

My perch on the high building’s ledge allows me to have a good view of the commotion currently occurring and gives me leverage over those on the floor, the concrete cold and rough against the back of my thighs. Down below, a cacophony of sharp sounds and grunts could be heard. Loud hollering occasionally joins the racket in the form of shit talking and directions being thrown around. I languidly watch the constantly moving bodies, my eyes lazily following their actions as my legs dangle from the rooftop. Every move they make is familiar, easy to read after years of observation.

I pull both of my legs up and plant an elbow on my thigh to cup one of my cheeks, a corner of my mouth slightly rising at a particular punch that flawlessly executes a last minute save against its assailant. When every member of the defensive team is either unconscious or apprehended, I stand to my full height and leisurely stretch. 

Seeing the group of teens begin to gather around to take into account of what was wrongly stolen, I take it as my cue to crouch my body in preparation of descending my mount. Once my heeled boots lightly hit the floor of the ground that was once below me, I find my form before the colorfully assorted group of superheroes. I announce my arrival by slowly clapping my hands at their success, a smirk decorating my face.

“Ah, fuck. What the hell do you want again, you no named bitch?” The Coon curses when he notices me, a look of irritation crossing his features.

The ground is littered in glass and rubble, buildings having been ripped through with heavy cement bricks scattered around them. I ignore the group of heroes and their wary looks as I take in my surroundings, surveying the damage and feeling glee at the ruin all around us. Despite saving whatever poor fool that got robbed, they would definitely get into shit for causing so much structural damage in the town.

“Just wanted to stop by and say hi to my favorite oversized rat! It’s always a delight to see your fursona struggle to bring your fatass arms up when you fight!” I sweetly smile at the larger teen as he snarls, my lips curving in faux innocence.

The Human Kite tiredly rolls his eyes at the expected response I evoke, the verbal assault between the two of us familiar after years of confrontations between the group and I. Meanwhile, Fastpass and Mysterion grab onto the shoulders of the furious hero to prevent him from lunging at me despite his struggling. I spot a pile of scorching metal, flumes of smoke rising off of the utterly crushed vehicle and disappearing into the unending abyss of the sky. 

“Aye! Fuck off, you stupid skank!” 

I ignore the shrill screeches of his insults and quickly dart my eyes around, scanning every figure in front of me until I see the hands that are tensely gripping onto a lumpy pillow case. Bingo.

I softly smile and extend an arm in front of my body, my palm facing up. “Tweek.”

“Ack!” His body badly jolts at the name drop and I can't help the fond smile crossing my expression at his reaction.

Anonymity was a thing in the past with the vigilantes of South Park, especially when your given name is also in your superhero alias like Wonder Tweek or Super Craig. It also didn’t help that their costumes didn’t provide any element of surprise as Tupperware’s face is visible against the clear material of his head piece, or how Toolshed only has yellow shades adorning his face. The townspeople don’t know any of their identities as they’re only active when the darkness of the night can conceal them, but I do.

What once started as a game of pretend when they were younger became reality when a visit to Mephesto Genetics Lab resulted in a freak accident that made their powers become real. Since then, the teens decided to take up the responsibility of having special abilities by keeping the town safe with daily patrols almost every night. 

“Please?” I lightly coo at the shaking blonde when he doesn’t move, gently coaxing him to relent the stolen treasure that the heroes reclaimed. 

His eyes dart back and forth in panic, his anxiety causing his tight hold on the material in his hands to become white. They could’ve all easily evaded this confrontation if they had left the site as soon as they were done, but being known heroes meant that they had to touch point with the police before calling it a night. 

When the rest of the guys take a threatening step forward, I roll my eyes and let out a sigh. I bring my hands into fists in front of me, slightly crouching in a defensive stance.

The hard way it is.

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The sharp sound of a bell announces my departure from the store, a lollipop in my mouth as I count the bundle of cash in my hands. I throw away the pillow case that held onto the pile of stolen jewelry I obtained from the local crime fighters last night into a dirty dumpster in an alleyway. 

I hum in happiness around the hard candy when the number is a lot higher than I was anticipating and I map out a route in my head to efficiently get to all of the stores I want to go to. Food is my top priority and the remaining amount of money can go to clothes and other miscellaneous things, I decide. 

When a multitude of both paper and plastic bags heavily adorn the crooks of both of my arms, I leisurely make my way across the town for my final destination. A smile starts to grow on my face the closer I get and when I cross the tell-tale sight of rickety train tracks, an excited grin overtakes my face as my pearly white teeth make their appearance.

“Princess! What’s your cute ass doing around these parts?” The door opens to Kenny’s handsome face as he presses a quick kiss to my cheek before chivalrously relinquishing me of my heavy haul. He seamlessly takes the shopping bags from my arms in one swift motion, placing a hand on my lower back to guide my body inside the warmth of his home.

“I got you guys groceries.“ I softly smile at the enthusiastic greeting, taking a step past the door frame as I follow the taller teen into his kitchen.

“Thanks, babe. You know I appreciate this, but I really don’t want you to spend your money on us.” Attractive features shoot me a stern gaze over broad shoulders and I just flash a cheeky smile back, these words familiar as they have been reiterated back to me millions of times by the blonde already. 

“I know, but I want to. It’s my money so I get to choose what I do with it.” I respond as I always do when he lectures me like this, doing my best to reassure his uneasiness and guilt. If only he knew that all the money I spend on him is from the things I steal from the guys, I bemusedly think to myself.

"Which I don't get! Your brother says you don't have a job and I know your allowance isn't enough to cover these expenses." The fridge door he opens lets in a cool waft of air, causing a small shudder to resound in my whole body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

"Well Stanley never knows what he's talking about, I can't believe you still believe anything he says. Remember when he thought he'd get the memories of the shrimps in his fried rice whenever we ate Chinese food? Fucking idiot."

Kenny continues to put away the food I got for the McCormick family as I perch myself onto their kitchen counter, leisurely swinging my dangling legs back and forth. My teeth bite down onto the hard shell of the almost fully dissolved lollipop in my mouth, an explosion of flavored crystals littering my tongue. Amongst the crushed sweetness is the star of the show–a bubble gum core for me to chew on.

When the pink bubble pops in front of my face, the deflating rubber reveals the blonde stepping in front of my perched form to open the cabinet over my head. From his suddenly close proximity, I take advantage of the view to intently watch the boy’s muscles every time they flex from movement. When he pulls back, his plump lips curve into a lazy smirk, an all knowing look on his attractive face.

His taller frame settles in between my legs once he's finished unloading the groceries, resting his larger hands onto my waist. They slowly slide under my shirt to lightly skim his fingers against my sides, alighting a chain reaction of goosebumps along my arms at the sensation. I giggle when he burrows his face underneath my jaw, feeling his smile on the expanse of skin.

“I love you,” He softly mouths onto my neck before pressing a searing kiss, slowly trailing down until he reaches where the junction of my shoulders meet my neck. 

I don’t jolt when he playfully sinks his teeth into my skin, quickly soothing the area with just a quick peck before pulling his head away. There’s a tender smile adorning his face when we make eye contact, one of his hands going up to lightly cradle my cheek.

Sunshine comes in from the window behind me, accentuating the sharp features on the blonde’s attractive face. The ember hues of the bright light of noon brings in a warmth that makes his azure orbs look absolutely mesmerizing, every shade of crystal blue visible to me.

I get lost as I take in the sight in front of me, dazedly appreciating his defined features. From his long lashes to the perfect slope of his nose, the blonde puts every Greek god to shame. It’s as if I’m in a trance as I slowly watch his tongue quickly dart out, lightly wetting his soft pink lips and making them look even more tantalizing and inviting.

I lock my legs around his waist in impatience, bringing him closer to my body and I’m rewarded with a deep chuckle in amusement at my neediness. His smile is smug, the hand on the side of my face sliding back into my hair to rub soothing circles into soft locks. 

“Like what you see, beautiful? If you tell me what you want, I’d be happy to give it to you.” The blonde’s voice is quiet despite being the only two in the room, creating an ambiance of intimacy between us. The air is charged, electrifying in the way that my body gets heated at just his words.

“Kenny.”

“Hm?” He drags the word out, a shit eating grin on his face.

I roll my eyes at his teasing before I thread my fingers into a field of blonde hair, roughly tugging the boy closer to my face. When our lips slot together, it starts off unhurried yet passionate before he takes a swipe at my lower lip. I allow him access into my mouth and our tongues slide against each other so beautifully, the hand on my waists squeezing a little tighter at the sensation. 

I playfully bite at his lips before I pull away, our faces close to one another as we catch our breaths. Our foreheads lean against each other as every wisp of air that leaves the blonde’s mouth lightly hits my lips, causing my mouth to quirk up at winding him up. Azure eyes darken in clear want at my teasing but before he can pull me in again, a voice cuts through the air.

“Ew, not in the kitchen! We eat here!” I can see Karen over the taller teen’s broad shoulders, her arms crossed and a pout on her usually smiling face as she stands at the doorway.

Kenny doesn’t spare his younger sister a look as he lets out a sigh at the interruption, raising a vulgar middle finger high into the air and planting a final kiss on my lips. I giggle as I break free from his hold, making my way over to the bags that hold the clothes I bought for the younger girl.

When I chance a peek at the blonde boy to smirk at him for the interruption, he just rolls his eyes at me to pop a bubble in his mouth. The sight of pink disappearing behind his mischievous grin makes me realize that my gum is no longer in my mouth.

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From my peripherals, I see Clyde’s form wince when he settles his body down onto a vacant spot on the sofa. It’s easy to feign ignorance about the sudden appearance of cuts and bruises on the boys when we live in a town that’s covered in snow almost all year round. The freezing temperature forces everyone to adorn multiple, thick layers of material lest they risk a case of frostbite.

Frantic excuses get made up on the spot when the dark circles under their eyes are particularly bad after a difficult night of patrol, however. Or when they have to come up with a reason as to why they all need to leave halfway through hanging out at the same time, without the ability to bring me along. None of the boys would ever suspect their precious little sister though and it was simple to play the part.

“You okay?” Small wisps of air hit the shell of my ear after every word, the arms around my waist tightening their hold. 

I slightly turn my head to the owner of the voice and give Kenny a kiss on the cheek in reassurance, to let him know that I was fine and to thank him for always checking up on me.

“Just daydreaming again?” The chest I’m leaning against rumbles from his deep chuckle, finding my endearing habit cute. “Sometimes I wish I could go to the world you drift off to when you’re like that… It must be nice since it always has your attention, hm?”

I fiddle with the longer fingers on my waist, playing with the silver rings adorning the taller teen’s digits as a corner of my lips quirk up in a soft smile. My fingers cease their actions to intertwine both of our hands together, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s nice, but no place will ever be comparable if it doesn’t have you.” My voice is hushed, the two of us trapped in our own little bubble at the intimacy of our conversation.

It’s quiet between the two of us for a minute, the other boys in the room tuned out as mere background noise as I give my undivided attention to my blonde haired lover underneath me. His hands break their hold with mine to settle themselves at my waist, effortlessly lifting me up to turn my body towards his.

“… There are times I get scared, though.” He has a thoughtful expression on his face when looks at me, a large hand lifting up to gently caress my cheek. His thumb softly smooths itself over my skin, so light that it feels almost nonexistent. “When you get like that, where do you go..?”

When my head chases after the warmth of his hand, further nuzzling my cheek against the soft skin on his palms, he shakes his head at his silly thought. There’s a teasing lilt to his smooth voice, a small quirk on his lips as he lightly says in the space between us. “Well, as long as you always come back to me then it’s fine.”

"I'd do anything for you, Ken." I turn my head to kiss the inside of the junction where his hand meets his forearm, softly mouthing my words of affirmation to the beating pulse of his wrist.

Both of his hands skim against my sides and I giggle as I try to get my body away from his tickling, tender affection painting Kenny’s visage as he watches me squeal in delight. The blonde teen only relents after he deems my punishment for dazing off enough, small puffs of air softly hitting the skin on his neck as I rest my head against his shoulder and catch my breath.

“My pretty baby.” He mumbles against the crown of my head, bringing his arms back around my waist and lightly squeezing my body in affection.

“I love you.” He brings his lips down to gently say against the skin on my forehead, a large hand of his coming to the back of my head and running his fingers through soft locks of hair.

“I love you more.” I sleepily mumble against the ladder of his neck. 

The teen repeats the cathartic motions and the soothing sensation slowly lulls me to unconsciousness, warm in the safe embrace of my lover. When sleep inevitably takes me, I’m slightly jostled out of it when I hear hushed whispering over my form and a pair of cold fingers trailing themselves down my cheeks. 

The voices are recognizable as my twin brother and blonde significant other, the comforting lilt of their voices causing a small corner of my lips to softly quirk up. When light touches bring attention to my wet cheeks, it’s then that I realize that I’m crying like I typically do when my dreams take hold of me. 

They’re never nightmares like everyone worries and assumes they are, no. Rather, they leave me with faint traces of melancholy, bitter and always lingering. Even if I can’t remember them when I wake up, their presence is constantly looming over me in the waking world.

Like I’m grieving for something. For someone.

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My eyelashes lightly tickle the skin on my cheeks when my eyes flutter open, slowly fighting the last dredges of sleep desperately trying to bring me back in its embrace. The familiar surroundings of my bedroom greets me, evidence of someone transferring me when I was unconscious.

My legs lazily stretch themselves out from under the comforter on my bed, a quiet yawn escaping my slightly parted lips. The harsh light of the brightness on my cellphone screen informs me that it's about an hour after the boys usually depart to begin their nightly patrols.

I take that as my cue to change into the soft material that conceals my identity, leisurely humming to myself as I lift the glass panel of my window open. The cold Colorado air greets me and in my admiration for the stars above me, I begin to cross over the ice frosted grass of my front lawn to the area where it transitions into the asphalt of the sidewalk.

Small wisps of lightly colored air escapes from my mouth, the freezing temperature making my breaths visible. They provide me childish entertainment as they accompany me on my walk, my eyes sparkling in awe at the opacity of the mini clouds.

They disappear into the inky darkness that surrounds my form, much like my vision when white, searing pain blossoms from the back of my skull.

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When I come to, the first thing I notice is the sharp pain racking the inner depths of my head. My ears provide a constant ringing from the force that knocked me unconscious, only my left ear able to hear the faint flickering of the lightbulb hanging above me.

In an effort to soothe the pain, I try to raise my hands, only to wince when the movement jostles the tender skin around my wrists. There are metal restraints keeping me immobile, their surface cool to the touch and heavy. 

Hearing the oncoming sounds of footsteps hitting asphalt and the faint baritone of a single person talking, I drop my head back down to feign sleep. This proves to be futile as a large hand shoots out to roughly grab onto the hair at the crown of my head, my eyebrows creasing at the pressure. 

“Wake up.” A voice comes from above my lower position, firm and ruthlessly commanding.

I become dizzy and disoriented when a hand makes heavy contact with my face at the lack of response, the strength of the hit forcing my head to the side. The wooden chair I’m seated on wobbles dangerously at the threat of falling onto the floor and I flinch at the point of contact. The rings decorating my assailant’s hands pierce through the soft skin of my cheeks, around the bruises that I can already feel forming.

My eyes water when my head gets yanked back to its original position, tears threatening to leak out of my eyes at the searing pain I feel. “I’m not fucking stupid, you bitch. Quit playing smart and open your damn eyes already.”

I furrow my eyebrows into a glare when I grant myself my vision back, a figure adorned in all black standing in front of me. Their face is concealed by a simple mask covering my perpetrator’s identity, its only features containing slits for a simple pair of eyes and a slope for its nose and mouth. The blank white of its canvas eerily stares down at me, their eyes watching me from the conservative amount of openings.

“Don’t bother trying to escape, your restraints repress your abilities. Or do it, I don’t give a fuck either way. It’s your time and energy to waste, not mine.” I watch as the unnamed stranger steps away to the camera set up on a tripod in front of me, the dreary room of confinement having nothing else aside from a laptop hooked onto the device. 

“Now, smile.”

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When the group of superheroes reconvene for a summary of their individual patrols at their base in Tolkien’s house, the room gets washed in a single shade of vivid bright red. A loud siren sounds out around the room, causing the boys to tense up in their seats after only a few minutes of getting to leisurely lounge around.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Kyle yells to be heard over the cacophony of noise, his hands tight over his ears in an attempt to dull the sound rattling what feels to be every single bone in his body

The alarm is so loud that the waves of its cry causes strong vibrations to reverberate throughout the entire room, the raccoon themed hero curled in on himself from the sensitive hearing his powers grant him. “Turn it off already!” 

“I’m fucking trying!” Tolkien frustratedly screams back at the complaints, his fingers busy dancing along the keyboard of the computer in front of him. His chest rapidly heaves up and down at the rush of adrenaline the situation causes him and his teammates, his hands shaky at the pressure of being responsible for everyone’s relief. 

Everyone glances around the room in caution once the area gets doused back in the usual warm hues of the yellow overhead light. Sounds of soft but quick breathing echoes throughout the room, Butters quickly rushing to Cartman’s side to check up on the larger teen.

“What the fuck was that?” Stan’s disbelief follows him as he heads to where Tolkien is seated, watching the screen as the teen tries to find the cause. 

The others begin to gather around in curiosity once they’ve caught their bearings, their hearts still quickly thundering in their chests at the sudden surprise. “Ngh! Wait. Tolkien, go back. What’s that?” 

The aforementioned boy follows the instructions when Tweek notices a foreign logo embedded onto the bottom toolbar of the desktop, its icon a simple design of a black and white robot head. Everyone waits with bated breaths as it loads, the screen opening up to a live feed of an area they’ve never seen before.

"W-wuh-what the fuck..." Jimmy trails off, staring at what resembles to be a room that one would normally see appear in a horror movie.

The image is distorted with concrete walls surrounding the only thing on the screen: my unconscious form sitting on a chair with my head so low that my chin touches the fabric of my costumed chest. Silky locks of hair spill all over my face, matted with an assortment of sweat, tears, and blood. When nothing happens save for the unreliable flickering on the lone lightbulb above my frame, Kyle meekly speaks up for the team. 

“… Hello?”

“Ah, you’ve finally answered. I was getting bored, two more minutes and I would’ve killed her.” A disfigured voice speaks up, their identity artificially altered by a program to modify what they sound like in real time. 

“Who are you and what do you want?” Craig speaks up, his eyebrows furrowed at the bodiless voice.

Several pairs of eyes watch with bated breaths as a figure makes its appearance on the screen, doned in all black and just a white mask as they take their time walking to my unconscious form in the center of the room. They stand behind the chair I’m restrained in as they once again grab a handful of my hair, carelessly pulling my head up.

What were once closed eyes quickly open up in surprise when the ring adorned hands thunder back down onto my already mottled skin, an array of purples and reds painting my once blemish free face. At the harsh contact, my chest desperately struggles to heave in a deep breath of air after it gets knocked out of my body. It rattles inside my tight chest, the sore length of my neck trying to hungrily force the oxygen in.

I pathetically wheeze as my body doubles over, the hand sliding to the back of my head to pull me back up. My chest burns and I feel tears begin to build up in the corner of my eyes, frustration steadily mounting at the onslaught of pain and lack of air.

“That’s…” Butters trails off, his eyebrows creased when they see the unnamed girl who frequently appears after a job. 

While a bane to their group’s existence for throwing away their hard work whenever they obtain stolen goods back from thieves or successfully divert a robbery, I’ve always put care into pulling my punches and attacking only when necessary. My hands have barely skimmed their skin or put a scratch on any of them, only focusing on the material aspect of their missions. 

Despite this, I’m still in shock when their bodies go rigid in extreme disbelief at the sight in front of them. When they’ve identified the person who’s able to outsmart them countless times, caught like this and under the extreme mercy of another. 

“Won’t you say hi to them?” The masked figure asks, their voice soft in contrast to their actions. When my words struggle to get out of my throat despite my efforts to force it out, one of their hands shoots out to grab onto both of my cheeks. They roughly push the skin on my face together from their tight grip, the strength behind their hold steadily increasing when the silence stretches on.

“H-hello!” My voice hurriedly squeezes out through my raw throat, my voice cracking as my body trembles. 

“Good.” The hand drops and I start to get dizzy when all the pain from my captor's previous inflictions return at full force. While waiting for the super powered teens to answer their call, they dedicated their time to abusing my body with their bare fists and boot covered feet for mere entertainment.

My head unsteadily balances on my neck, disoriented from the hurt I feel all around. The hand returns to the back of my head to pull on my hair, forcing my head back upright. It’s a nonverbal warning to keep it up lest I want a punishment for disobedience and I start to see black dots dancing along my vision.

“Holy shit…” Clyde’s face goes pale white at the visible injuries littering my exposed skin, his stomach nauseous at the multitude and severity of each one. 

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!” Craig barks out his unanswered question from earlier, seething at what appears to be the cruel torture of a girl in front of all their eyes. 

Everyone mimics the monotonous boy’s body language, all of their fists clenched in anger and shaking at the injustice of the masked figure’s unexplained actions. The silence stretches on for a bit, my captor not in a rush to answer. 

“Why is it that you don’t want them to know of your identity, hm? Do you feel shame for the dirty methods you partake in to earn the money that you feed back to them?” The distorted voice says but the superheroes just furrow their eyebrows in confusion before they realize that the words aren’t directed to them, but towards me.

For once, my assailant’s touch is gentle against me as they bring a finger up to lightly skim at the skin on my tender cheek. I swallow in anticipation of the pain they may inflict, my throat audibly swallowing in nervousness.

“Let me tell you boys a story. A tale about a close group of children who in their ignorance, were granted unimaginable powers. What they didn’t know was that there was another one on that fateful day they obtained their abilities.” My breathing picks up at their words, my heart rapidly beating in my chest and threatening to rip through bone and flesh.

No, no.

Please don’t.

My perpetrator takes the time to watch the fear flash through my eyes, a lilt of amusement coursing through their next words. “You see, they all grew up together. They did everything together. None of the people in the town they lived in ever saw any of them by themselves, always accompanied no matter the time of day or the task at hand. But if that’s true… Why wasn’t anyone there when the little girl got experimented on? Why did everyone else get abilities when only she suffered?”

I maintain eye contact as dread courses through my tired body, a twinkle of delight in my assailant’s eyes. Their fingers lightly trail to the edge of my mask and it feels like I’m hyperventilating when only the sound of my rapid breathing fills the space between us. 

They tug on the material resting on my face, gently pulling on it more and more. When the item that conceals my identity dangles precariously, holding onto the last vestige of hold it has on my skin, I clench my eyes shut in inevitable defeat. 

“Right, Y/N?” I feel the fabric fall onto my lap as the boys gasp in disbelief and horror at the reveal of the group's baby sister, tears leaking out of the corner of my eyes. They trail down my cheeks, the cuts on my face stinging at the salty residue. 

My chest rapidly heaves as sobs rack throughout my entire body, the figure to the side of me using their thumb to wipe the tears on my face with faux sympathy as they continue their story. “They never saw so they never knew. She kept it hidden, the only secret ever existing within the close-knit group. What did they say, when they released you that day? Hm, Y/N?”

The finger on my face halts at their task of futilely swiping the liquid on my cheek, applying a menacing pressure in nonverbal threat against my skin. I can't breathe through the sobs but I force my words out anyway, citing the very words the scientists at Mephesto’s ingrained into my brain from an early age.

“T-that I had to give them m-money and my silence until the day I died for giving me my abilities. That if I d-didn’t, my family, friends, and their own families would p-pay the price. That I had a debt to pay for the g-generosity they bestowed upon me.” 

“Good girl.” Their hand grabs onto my chin, forcing my head to directly face the camera. The masked figure mocks the boys, a playful pout can be heard through their voice despite the material on their face.

Taunting, they ask in place for me. “Where were any of you when that happened? Why weren’t you there when those big, bad men were hurting her? But most importantly: where were you, big brother?”

They relinquish their hold, loud laughter cutting through sharp at the oppressive air of the tense situation. The sound only increases in volume when they see Stan shake in unfathomable anger, his fists clenched and his jaw tense. Amusement fills every pore of their body when none of the boys still haven’t been able to speak through the fear that paralyzes them. Similar thoughts consume their mind—failure, disbelief, anger.

How can this be? 

How did I save everyone but the person who needed it the most, the person that’s always been right in front of me?

My assailant cruelly spits out, further inciting them to drown even deeper into their downward spiral of self destruction. “Why haven’t you noticed, Kenny? When she confronts you guys every night? Your own significant other, the person you’re supposed to hold the closest to your heart. Do you, perhaps… Not love her enough?” 

The masked perpetrator laughs as they savagely spit each of their names out venomously, as if they were acid dropping free from their tongue. I loudly wail at the cruelty of the person beside me as they try their hardest to push the boys over the edge of their sanity. My sobs rip though my throat, loud and full of anguish. It hurts—the truth and the despair that comes with it.

The sadistic figure resumes their tale, their lips cruelly curving their face as they see the twin trails of tears begin to devastatingly pour down every superhero’s face. “And so, the little girl obtained a seed of resentment into the depths of her stomach from the bad men’s actions. It grew every single time she was left alone to bear the burden of repaying for all of their abilities. For the safety of all of their families and friends. It sprouted a new leaf every single time she lay in bed at night, wondering why the one day she was left all alone, this happened to her.”

All of the boys silently cry as they ruminate in their failure because really, what can they say?

I’m sorry for never noticing?

What good can an apology do, a few measly words in an attempt to fix whatever damage that was already done? When all of this information has been festering in the dark for years, being revealed by a stranger no less. Because truly, how did they not know? 

How can they pride themselves on the work they do when they didn’t save one of the most important people in their lives: one of their own?

What was the use of having these abilities if they couldn’t protect those they hold dearest to them? 

How have they not noticed when they’ve all seen each other every single day for years, since they were literal babies?

How were they so blind, so ignorant to have not noticed when she appeared in front of them every night?

“… Pathetic, not even a word said in defense. It seems they have nothing to say to you, Y/N. Say goodbye for now.”

But before I can let out a word through my mouth, they disconnect the call. Because really, why did I have to be the one to say something? Did the boys truly have nothing to say? Maybe… The masked figure was right.

I decide right there and then that I wasn't going to grieve any longer for the childhood and life I lost, that it was their turn now. And with this epiphany, this moment of realization—that was the last time I saw the boys. Not ever, but as their friend. As their little sister. As his significant other. I remove the metaphorical rose-colored glasses that tinted my thoughts, the ones that led me to defend the boys for their ignorance to my torture.

Because after this fateful day, they only ever saw me on the other side of the battlefield—as their enemy.

[chaotic-guinea-pig]

do stendy or bunny for the bingo?

Stendy:

Stendy was one my first SP ships along with Creek!! Nowadays, I prefer them as good friends who used to have childhood crushes on each other. If we're talking about romantic: my preferred flavours would be either early season or their dynamic in TFBW. (Stendy shippers, send me your Toolshed x Call Girl fic recs pls 🙏) Otherwise, I hc they break things off permanently during middle school, but end on good terms.

Bunny:

I know this is one of the big ships but I'm not into them that much. </3 Not a fan of some of the common fanon interpretations: Kenny being Butters' saviour and Butters being this helpless, innocent victim, or the two of them hating Cartman's guts (which is not true!! The three of them are best friends!!) It may also come down to me having beef with their fanon characterisations but that's a topic for another day.

HOWEVER, I can understand why others like them. They are good friends in canon, and there's plenty of potential from TSOT, 'Going Native', Mysterion and Professor Chaos, and Post Covid. As for me right now, I like them as best friends.

[allabtsouthpark]

romantic mysterion general hcs? maybe w someone that doesn’t know his identity (knows him at school as like a mutual friend?) n then he’s nervous abt revealing himself n all but eventually does by accident? or anything rlly!! take ur time :)

this is pretty long, sorry about that, it was just rlly fun to think about

Before you knew his identity, Kenny would try his hardest to keep you from learning about Mysterion or even getting curious enough to try and find out who he actually is:

When gossip stirs about Mysterion, he usually tries to distract you by taking you out and doing something

He would take you to skate at Stark's Pond or maybe throw rocks at it. Just anything where you're just having fun, yknow, no thoughts, head full of fun

A few reasons on why he doesn't really want you to know his identity is that:

1. Hes a vigilante, he fights crime. If you knew and tagged along with him, some people may hurt you

2. Look, lets be honest, when you have a lot going on in life, sometimes you just dont want to explain things and deal things with yourself. Thats how he feels. Its not out of any malicious intent, he's just too tired to deal with anything other than what he's dealing with already.

3. He takes you out bcs he has a crush on you!! its kinda like a win win honestly

thats just a few of them, though

But of course, emotions exist! And he has the urge to tell you how he feels.

A few days after, lets say, coincidentally, you were walking around town at night. Lets be a bit cliche and you meet Mysterion, who is coincidentally taking off his hood and mask to adjust it.

What a shocker! its Kenny McCormick! The guy you spend a lot of time with!

So, remember when he went out of character and used his real voice out of shock in one episode? yeah he did that again

"what the fuck????"

He's honestly a mess, has Mixed emotions of

'Thank fucking god i dont have to keep this in anymore' and

'Oh my fucking god.' (distress)

He kinda tries to run away?? like he walks away a few steps but thinks "wtf stop dont just leave them you dick"

You should definitely say something and make conversation, something to make him comfortable enough to not run off

And definitely give him a hug, it can calm him but make him blush like crazy honestly.

Now, Once you guys talk about this situtation:

He'll visit you often if you're a citizen, he might team up with you if you're also a super.

let me emphasis the 'might' though, it takes time for him to have full confidence that you won't be hurt (or rather, as badly as he gets)

Once, he almost confessed to you. almost. but dont worry he eventually did

He visited you, He would bring you something you guys got from the time you hang out. When he's around you, he kinda switches back to being Kenny, yknow?

So he's much more verbal with his crush on you and he would give you a hug!! The question is, do you accept it??

[constellationmelody]

Hm. 

I may have accidently converted myself into liking K2, that’s the ship pair, Kyle and Kenny. All because i liked the idea of Person A falling in love with personal B who’s also hero which turns into mutural pining and it lead me down a rabbit hole. It’s pretty cute. I want to read more of kyle having a crush on mysterion while at the same time having a crush on kenny. I’ve already read several good stories on AO3 that I’m gonna be rereading in the future. 

I blame the first mysterion episode, I really hope trey makes another one.

Tho there is one author that written a trilogy, They finished the first (havven’t read the second yet)) but they haven’t updated the last story in about a year? I’m hesitant to read that story. Because I loved the first story so much, I have a feeling that its another good story but I rather not invest in in it because of it’s lack of conclusion, it’s horrible. Torturous. 

[muttsterion]

Angsty question time: In your view, how does Mysterion react to failing a mission? A teammate or innocent victim being threatened/injured due to him? Not being able to save someone's life [or lives] cause he wasn't fast enough or helpless at the time?

Mysterion doesn't take too well with failure esp if it means someone ends up getting hurt or worse because of it. After he sees himself as a guardian and protector. He's there to help if he can't...then what's he here for?

It's a crushing guilt for letting an innocent person down..A bit doubled if it's a teammate that winds up hurt..being their mentor Mysterion would have sent them in harm's way. He may try to get them and any other apprentices/fellow superheroes to give up fighing crime.

"Perhaps it is best if it's just me out here..I don't want you to get hurt again." "But....you can get hurt too, Mysterion!" 

"You don't understand...you never will it's different if it's ME." Feeling since he's immortal it's always better if he gets hurt or killed rather than it be someone else who doesn't share his curse.

And...it's a lot worse of Mysterion ultimately couldn't save them. How heavy the guilt would be. He may even question why he's playing the part of the hero...when he can't save everyone. Of course he can’t save the world(though he’s done so before. :-P ) he knows he can’t but he wants to so badly. And again to him it's a lot different if he died saving people versus them paying the price of his own failure. After that...Mysterion may disappear for awhile..in time he'll come back wanting to make damn sure no one else gets that hurt or dies under his protection.  

[sarkastic]

more stuff about the secret superhero AU! here’s Kenny and Butters concepts~

so they’re best friends irl (they may or may not have feelings for each other) and they do this kind of dumb stuff like shaving each other’s heads and getting piercings together (butters’ parents freaked out when they found out about that). when they are on their superhero alter egos they basically act like enemies, tho prof chaos has like this fixation on mysterion and he’s obsessed about knowing his identity which basically is just butters having the biggest crush on mysterion

(i wanted to give chaos an eyepatch to hide his scar and i forgot askjafd... just pretend it’s there ok)

[whoevenknowswithmedude]

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate [Mysterion!Kenny x Fastpass!Jimmy]

¤ starter for @ukulelesolosandfoiledplans ¤

Mysterion stood tall and silent in front of the dark curtain Doctor Timmy was working behind. A stern expression was stitched into his face and he didn’t move as his friends and colleagues worked on training across the way. When they had first started all of this, he had been the only one who really knew how to fight and he’d made quick work out of teaching the others. To his friends this was all a game. A chance to play superheros and take part in a franchise that would likely never reach the screen. To Kenny being a vigilante was serious and he had been doing it long before they had started playing.

A voice interupted his thoughts. “Now. Now, Mysterion. We may be the only ones with actual powers outside of this game but they have pure intentions. They are stronger then you are giving them credit for. You may do this for a different reason but we both know this has become about more than the Freedom Pals franchise.” Mysterion new that voice well. Timmy. “Maybe….” He said in his gravely voice. He huffed and suddenly an alert rang out. “What is it now? Caos? Coon?” He grumbled crossing his arms and looking at the screen. He moved aside so Timmy could exit and he looked to the leader of their group. “Coon. It seems they’ve recruited the new kid. They’ve got Coon, Human Kite, and Fastpass there with them.”

Kenny cursed. “Cartman. That asshole. The new kid has to know he is fighting for the wrong team. Come on. We have to try and stop this before it goes too far.” He said using his Mysterion voice. The team gathered quickly and set off unsure of what was to come.

Upon arriving the first person Mysterion saw was Fastpass and his breath hitched upon seeing the male. It wasnt unusual that he had this reaction. It was the same reaction Kenny had every time he saw Jimmy. Timmy was the only one who knew of Kenneth’s feelings because he was telepathic and had caught the blonde thinking of Jimmy on more than one ocasion. The only problem with Mysterion’s innocent crush was the fact that his crush was fighting on the wrong side. “My only live sprung from my only hate.” He muttered quoting Shakespeare under his breath as he looked at Jimmy. Shit. Toolshed then began the monolog to try and convince butthole to join us. His eyes never left the male with crutches.

[injusticetwofanportfolios]

Injustice 2 The Coon’s portfolio part 1: Battle Intros

The Coon (aka Eric Cartman)

“Prepared to get Cooned!”

While the most sensible people of South Park would see entering the Injustice Universe as certain death, 4th grader Eric Cartman saw immense opportunity. Driven by his own twisted (and selfish) ideas of how to make both worlds better, and emboldened by the possibly of taking Brainiac’s technology for himself, Cartman takes up his alter-ego of The Coon once again to tackle what may be his greatest challenge yet.

1st and 3rd Line Animation: The Coon simply falls downward and makes a three-point landing onto the stage as he says the first line. He says the third line while getting into fighting stance.

2nd Line Animation: The Coon enters the stage riding his Coon-Cycle (a Coon-themed tricycle for those unaware). The Coon stops his Coon Cycle by making a sharp turn while hitting the brakes. He says the second line while climbing out of the Coon-Cycle.

Vs. Aquaman

The Coon: Wow! It’s King Semen!

Aquaman: Do not mock me with formality!

The Coon: Ey! I workshopped a dozen of those!

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Aquaman: Atlantis is off-limits!

The Coon: There’s nowhere The Coon can’t go!

Aquaman: You’ve been warned!

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 Vs. Batman

Batman: Come quietly, you won’t get hurt.

The Coon: I’ve outwitted Mysterion before, I can outwit you, Bat-Bitch!

Batman: Let me enlighten you.

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The Coon: You’ll either be dead or crapping your pants when I’m done.

Batman: Is that supposed to scare me?

The Coon: Fine, I can technically make you do both.

 Vs. Atrocitus

Atrocitus: You’ve enraged Earth’s people.

The Coon: Wow, already? And I just got here.

Atrocitus: Your victims must be avenged!

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Atrocitus: Your rage and selfishness has plagued two worlds, Cartman!

The Coon: Oooooh! That mean you got a Red Ring for me?

Atrocitus: You’re too treacherous for a Red Ring!

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The Coon: So what the hell do you want?

Atrocitus: You have escaped punishment too long!

The Coon: I can promise it’ll be much longer.

Vs. Bane

Bane: I hear this ‘New Kid’ became formidable with your training.

The Coon: (suspicious) awfully specific to bring that shit up, why?

Bane: If you lose, I’ll see if they fare better.

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The Coon: Do you ride a tiny bicicleta, Bane?

The Bane: Do not butcher my language!

The Coon: “Ey! I workshopped a dozen of those!” or “Ha! you’ll wish that was all I was doing.”

Vs. Black Adam

Black Adam: Relinquish your apprentice to me, Eric Cartman!

The Coon: Huh, suddenly I’m glad I didn’t bring Butthole with me.

Black Adam: Dovahkiin will learn better wisdom from my lead.

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The Coon: Seems God missed a firstborn during his plagues.

Black Adam: I’m the only god that should worry you, boy!

The Coon: Ha! The same ‘god’ that lost to Green Arrow?

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Black Adam: You expect to best a god?

The Coon: The Coon will tear through you like garbage. 

Black Adam: Amon’s strength will crush your pride.

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Vs. Black Canary

The Coon: I saw you on CW once.

Black Canary: Want me to sing for you?

The Coon: (scoffs) Good one, god knows I sing better than you.

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Black Canary: I hear the New Kid doesn’t trust you anymore.

The Coon: (Sighs) way to open some old wounds, (mutters) stupid bitch.

Black Canary: Shame a good taste in students is all you got.

Vs. Blue Beetle

The Coon: Nice armor, think I’ll take it!

Blue Beetle: Can’t, it’s fused to my spine.

The Coon: I’m sure I’ll figure something out.

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Blue Beetle: We’ve been keeping a cell warm for you.

The Coon: What’s Kinny been telling you? I’m a hero!

Blue Beetle: You got denial bad, bro!

Vs. Brainiac

The Coon: Hi there, I’m the Coon and I’m here to take your ship.

Brainiac: An unlikely outcome of this encounter.

The Coon: You living is gonna be even less likely.

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Brainiac: Why come to this universe?

The Coon: You got a treasure trove of tech, and I’m here to take it.

Brainiac: You overestimate your chances.

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Brainiac: The nature of your universe is most curious.

The Coon: (suspicious) awfully specific to bring that shit up, why?

Brainiac: Know that South Park will be collected after your death.

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Vs. Captain Cold

The Coon: Ya know, I’ve survived being frozen before.

Captain Cold: Then I’ll just punch you in the face.

The Coon: Assuming I don’t slash open your belly.

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Captain Cold: The Rogues never liked you.

The Coon: Wow, already? And I just got here.

Captain Cold: Ever turned on a TV here, kid?

 Vs. Mr. Freeze

Mr. Freeze: You are unafraid of my gun.

The Coon: I always found your puns scarier than freezing to death.

Mr. Freeze: Best not to taunt me, child.

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Mr. Freeze: Could Dr. Mephesto assist with my research?

The Coon: (scoffs) He’d be more interested in giving Nora more asses.

Mr. Freeze: Then I will make do freezing him and seizing his assets.

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The Coon: Yeesh! Even South Park’s homeless don’t get that bad case of frostbite.

Mr. Freeze: You dare mock my suffering?!

The Coon: Ha! You’ll wish that was all I was doing.

Vs. Catwoman

The Coon: You do worse at flip-flopping than Butthole!

Catwoman: I like to keep my options open.

The Coon: “At least Butthole doesn’t make excuses.” Or “Just means you’ll run out of nine lives quicker.”

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The Coon: Ya know, normally I like cats

Catwoman: Should I be creeped out, or flattered?

The Coon: Neither, won’t stop me from killing you.

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Catwoman: I hear you like cats.

The Coon: Well, we can both agree cats are better than people.

Catwoman: Though raccoons are a cut below them both.

Vs. Cheetah

Cheetah: You honestly think your claws match mine, boy?

The Coon: I got other ways to skin you, just in case.

Cheetah: I need only my claws.

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The Coon: Oh look, my new bath robe!

Cheetah: You won’t joke once I have your tongue.

The Coon: And you won’t be so cocky once I pull your tail off!

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The Coon: You know, normally I like cats.

Cheetah: I can safely say you won’t like this one.

The Coon: Yeeeaahh, you may be right.

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Cheetah: Garrison never taught you raccoons aren’t the best hunters?

The Coon: I’m guessing you don’t know the people I’ve hunted?

Cheetah: The Goddess knows, and she’s unimpressed.

Vs. Vixen

The Coon: So it’s the Coon versus…. what exactly?

Vixen: You’re fighting the entire animal kingdom.

The Coon: Then it’s time to put Coon on top of the food chain!

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Vixen: I never understood what makes you tick.

The Coon: No father figure? Messed up social life? My own protégé left me? I can go on…

Vixen: None of that justifies the things you’ve done, Eric!

Vs. Cyborg

The Coon: So you’re mad at your dad for rebuilding ya?

Cyborg: It's 'cause of him I'm like this!

The Coon: you’re fuckin’ nuts! I’d kill for toys like yours!

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Cyborg: I want nothing to do with you.

The Coon: (mockingly) Why? Jealous I still have my dick?

Cyborg: THAT was disrespectful, kid!

 Vs. Grid

The Coon: Shouldn’t you be somewhere inside Vic?

Grid: I will no longer be Victor Stone’s slave.

The Coon: ‘Kay then, maybe you’ll be mine instead.

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Grid: Analysis suggests you will not survive.

The Coon: The Coon will tear through you like garbage.

Grid: My calculations are never wrong

Vs. Deadshot

The Coon: So someone put a price on The Coon?

Deadshot: I’ll admit, my jaw dropped at seeing those digits.

The Coon: (laughs amusingly) Now I know this world’s scared of me….

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Deadshot: Those comics ever tell you how many raccoons I’ve bagged?

The Coon: (slightly nervous) Something tells me I made a mistake…

Deadshot: One king-size coonskin cap coming right up….

Vs. Doctor Fate

The Coon: Sweet helmet, it’s mine now.

Doctor Fate: You would corrupt its power.

The Coon: With your Lords supporting Brainiac? How could I do worse?

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Doctor Fate: You bring death and misery!

The Coon: What’s Kinny been telling you? I’m a hero!

Doctor Fate: Begone from this Earth!

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Doctor Fate: The Lords know your fate.

The Coon: Like what? Your helmet on my head?

Doctor Fate: Your head will be all you’ll have left.

Vs. Firestorm

The Coon: I KNEW I forgot something when I came here.

Firestorm: The weeping angel on your shoulder?

The Coon: Nope, just marshmellows.

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Firestorm: I’m almost tempted to turn you into paper.

The Coon: Wait, what?

Firestorm: you’ve always looked better flat.

 Vs. The Flash (Barry Allen)

The Coon: Would you believe I taught the New Kid how to be as fast as you?

The Flash: Yeah… I don’t think so.

The Coon: You wouldn’t be the first dumbass I surprised.

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The Flash: I came back to set things right.

The Coon: The Coon’s got this covered.

The Flash: “I said ‘set things right’ not make things worse” or “You make it so easy to hit you!”

Vs. Jay Garrick

Jay Garrick: The blind pursuit of power leads only to ruin.

The Coon: I wouldn’t call it a ‘blind persuit’.

Jay Garrick: If you’d let me, I could help you….

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The Coon: Nice helmet, it’s mine now.

Jay Garrick: I think you’re getting ahead of yourself, Eric.

The Coon: Nah, I’m getting a new popcorn bowl.

Vs. Reverse-Flash

Reverse-Flash: If it isn't the freak of the week?

The Coon: (scoffs) Like you’re any better than me.

Reverse-Flash: (peeved over being mocked) I’ll enjoy bringing your corpse to your mom.

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The Coon: (condescendingly) You’re looking a little pale, Thawne.

Reverse-Flash: You’re no legend, I should know….

The Coon: Maybe I’ll be one once I fillet you!

Vs. Gorilla Grodd

Gorilla Grodd: There's a place for you in the Society.

The Coon: What’s Kinny been telling you? I’m a hero!

Gorilla Grodd: Your fellow humans would disagree.

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The Coon: Shouldn’t you be in a zoo?

Gorilla Grodd: Shouldn’t you be sitting on a couch fattening yourself?

The Coon: (grins) Well, suddenly I’m thinking your pelt would look sweet on my couch.

 Vs. Green Arrow

The Coon: I saw you on the CW once.

Green Arrow: Excuse me?

The Coon: Just know I’ll say hi to Felicity for you….after I cut you!

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Green Arrow: You sure this is your smartest play?

The Coon: The Coon’s got this covered.

Green Arrow: It’s okay, stupidity should be painful.

 Vs. Green Lantern (Hal Jordan)

The Coon: So what the hell do you want?

Hal Jordon: I’m bringing you in, one way or another.

The Coon: The Coon’s gonna snuff out your light then!

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Hal Jordan: Something funny?

The Coon: Two words; Ryan Reynolds.

Hal Jordan: Let the record show, you asked for it!

 Vs. Green Lantern (John Stewart)

The Coon: Shouldn’t you be making jokes about the Republican Party?

John Stewart: Wrong John Stewart, kid.

The Coon: Damn, that was the only joke I had on you…

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John Stewart: Cool off before this gets out of hand.

The Coon: You’re looking at a new take on superheroes!

John Stewart: We don’t need your ‘help’ Cartman.

 Vs. Harley Quinn

The Coon: Well, if it isn’t the biggest insult to canon.

Harley Quinn: Try to make more sense, ‘kay, hun?

The Coon: Don’t worry, it won’t matter in a sec.

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Harley Quinn: Batman says you’re coming with me!

The Coon: What’s Kinny been telling you? I’m a hero!

Harley Quinn: Patient is clearly delusional.

Vs. The Joker

The Coon: What the hell? I was told you were dead!

The Joker: You’re not from around here either.

The Coon: Just means I can get away with shredding you.

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The Joker: We have more in common than you’d care to admit.

The Coon: (surprisingly agrees) except I don’t see gain in nuking a city… unless it’s full of hippies.

The Joker: (surprised) huh… touché I guess…

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The Joker: Wow, Parent Chili… why haven’t I thought of that?

The Coon: Ya know, somehow your approval makes me sick.

The Joker: Oh don’t worry, I’m now pondering who to serve Coon-flavored meatloaf to….

 Vs. Poison Ivy

The Coon: Tell you what, give up and I won’t set any forests ablaze.

Poison Ivy: what makes you think you’d get that chance, little boy?

The Coon: You wouldn’t be the first dumbass I surprised.

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Poison Ivy: You’re too dangerous.

The Coon: (scoffs) Like you’re any better than me.

Poison Ivy: Young, dumb, and ready to die.

Vs. Robin

The Coon: Time I fight the king of sidekicks.

Robin: I don’t play sidekick or victim.

The Coon: “then you’ll be playing a corpse!” or “That attitude is why you’ll never be a good as yer daddy.”

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The Coon: In a small way, you remind me of my student.

Robin: (scoffs) you have some wisdom to share?

The Coon: “(disgusted towards Damian) none that you deserve, ass-for-brains.” Or “You’re street-slime compared to Butthole.”

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Robin: Should I kill you, or cripple you?

The Coon: Better question is; should I cut off your arms, or your legs with your own sword?

Robin: And people moan about my ego….

Vs. Scarecrow

The Coon: Ya know, I’ve a history of scaring people too.

Scarecrow: And yet your efforts are driven by your own fears.

The Coon: I hear the same can be said for you, Crane!

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Scarecrow: So many curious fears The Coon has…..

The Coon: (slightly nervous) Something tells me I made a mistake…

Scarecrow: You’ll experience them all at once!

Vs. Supergirl

The Coon: The Coon’s here to claw at injustice!

Supergirl: This sure is a funny way to show it.

The Coon: I hear your cousin might disagree.

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Supergirl: How can you hurt so many people?

The Coon: You’re looking at a new take on superheroes!

Supergirl: That’s not how it looks to me.

Vs. Power Girl

The Coon: Supergirl? How the hell did you grow that fast?

Power Girl: Nope, I'm Karen Starr of Earth-2.

The Coon: (groans) Now that’s not fair, at least not for me!

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Power Girl: Time for me to do some pest control!

The Coon: The Coon will tear through you like garbage.

Power Girl: There’s gonna be a juvie cell with your name it, kid.

Vs. Superman

The Coon: Well, if it isn’t the biggest insult to canon.

Superman: Who are you to judge me?

The Coon: Someone who’ll be taking your job from you.

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The Coon: I have kryptonite ring claws as a Gear option.

Superman: Or maybe you’re bluffing?

The Coon: You wouldn’t be the first dumbass I surprised.

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Superman: Why are you on my earth?

The Coon: Why else? I’m here to seize Brainiac’s assets.

Superman: My fists have a better idea.

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Superman: This won’t be a fair fight.

The Coon: I see health bars above us that say otherwise.

Superman: Forget I said anything….

Vs. Bizarro

The Coon: I was gonna claw your face, but looks like someone beat me to it.

Bizarro: Am you trying insult Bizarro?

The Coon: Ha! you’ll wish that was all I was doing.

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Bizarro: Fluffy critter make good pillow.

The Coon:  (slightly nervous) Something tells me I made a mistake…

Bizarro: Ah! Me must stuff you first!

Vs. Swamp Thing

The Coon: So I’m fighting a hippie monster. Sweet!

Swamp Thing: Your mockery is wasted, child.

The Coon: Ha! You’ll wish that was all I was doing.

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Swamp Thing: You have offended nature.

The Coon: The Coon will tear through you like garbage.

Swamp Thing: The Green will humble you.

Vs. Wonder Woman

The Coon: Prepare to get Cooned.

Wonder Woman: You face a goddess of war.

The Coon: Time to put Coon on top of the food chain.

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Wonder Woman: You’ll hurt people if I let you go.

The Coon: (scoffs) Like you’re any better than me.

Wonder Woman: “This insult will not stand!” or “A shame you will die so young.”

 Vs. Darkseid

The Coon: Prepare to get Cooned.

Darkseid: (dismissively) Let my parademons deal with this..

The Coon: You wouldn’t be the first dumbass I surprised.

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Darkseid: Even by Earth's standards, you are pathetic.

The Coon: Ha! You don’t know me that well, do you?

Darkseid: Your vanity will be your undoing.

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The Coon: Prepare to get Cooned.

Darkseid: You are challenging a god, fool.

The Coon: Sweet! Dibs on Apokolips if I win!

Vs. Red Hood

The Coon: I thought you’d be in favor of me clawing at crime.

Red Hood: I know you only fight for yourself, fatso.

The Coon: Just for that, I’ll be sending you to Batman in a pitcher!

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Red Hood: Now this is just bizarre!

The Coon: You’re looking at a new take on superheroes.

Red Hood: Maybe consider a new line of work.

Vs. Starfire

The Coon: So is there any chance I could join the Titans?

Starfire: I’m extending the offer to all the other Freedom Pals, but you’re not on the list, Coon.

The Coon: Just for that, I’ll be sending you to Batman in a pitcher!

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Starfire: How can you justify what you've done?

The Coon: “You’re looking at a new take on superheroes.” Or “Why else? I’m here to seize Brainiac’s assets.”

Starfire: Think. Where has materialism gotten you?

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The Coon: Okay! Where the hell did you take Butthole?

Starfire: The New Kid is with the Titans now, Eric.

The Coon: (angrily) MOTHERFUCKER!

Vs. Sub-Zero

The Coon: Okay! Where the hell did you take Butthole?

Sub-Zero: Dovahkiin is now a student of the Lin Kuei.

The Coon: I’ll just have to claw you into giving them back!

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Sub-Zero: I now know the villain you truly are.

The Coon: What’s Kinny been telling you? I’m a hero!

Sub-Zero: For the safety of all, you will die.

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The Coon: You’ll either be dead or crapping your pants when I’m done.

Sub-Zero: To think so demonstrates your ignorance.

The Coon: You wouldn’t be the first dumbass I surprised.

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Sub-Zero: Your former protégé told me of your crimes against them.

The Coon: What crimes?

Sub-Zero: “On their behalf, I’ll see you face justice.” Or “None of your deceptions will work on me.”

Vs. Black Manta

The Coon: Nice helmet, it’s mine now.

Black Manta: Assuming I don’t fry the fat off of you.

The Coon: Time to put Coon on top of the food chain.

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Black Manta: You’re out of your element.

The Coon: The Coon will tear through you like garbage.

Black Manta: This is a waste of my time.

Vs. Raiden

The Coon: Okay! Where the hell did you take Butthole?

Raiden: Your former student is now training with the White Lotus.

The Coon: (angrily) MOTHERFUCKER!

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Raiden: Your pretensions to honor do not fool me!

The Coon: You’re looking at a new take on superheroes.

Raiden: “Dovahkiin was wise to break from your influence!” or “To the Netherrealm with you!”

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The Coon: Make way for The Coon.

Raiden: The Elder Gods will stand against you.

The Coon: Time to put Coon on top of the food chain.

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Raiden: You are dirty beast befouling this realm!

The Coon: Uhhh…. you’re taking my raccoon theme a bit too literally, Raiden.

Raiden: Not even the Elder Gods can rehabilitate you!

Vs. Black Lightning

The Coon: The Coon’s here to claw at injustice!

Black Lightning: You're street slime with delusions of grandeur.

The Coon: Just for that, I’ll be sending you to Batman in a pitcher!

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Black Lightning: It’s a shame Mr. Garrison was a subpar teacher.

The Coon: You’ll get no argument from me, he’s always been an asshole.

Black Lightning: That’s why I fight ignorance.

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Black Lightning: Ever regret the pain you cause?

The Coon: What’s Kinny been telling you? I’m a hero!

Black Lightning: “That’s what’s called an ‘alternative fact.’” Or “This time, you’re gonna listen.”

Vs. Hellboy

The Coon: Would you believe I once helped stop the apocalypse by swearing?

Hellboy: Yeah, I saw that movie. Liked you better on screen by the way.

The Coon: (surprised….) Wait… (….then excited) I got a movie?

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Hellboy: Y'know, fighting kids isn't my thing.

The Coon: Now there’s a headline; “The Coon scares the devil!”

Hellboy: Geez what an ego……

Vs. Atom

The Coon: So it’s the Coon versus…. what exactly?

The Atom: Just a PhD candidate with a quantum bio-belt!

The Coon: (chuckles) Ever hear what usually happens to nerds who cross me?

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The Atom: At school, I never liked big bullies.

The Coon: What’s Kinny been telling you? I’m a hero!

The Atom: I have a Hulu subscription that’s told me otherwise.

Vs. Enchantress

The Coon: Now I’ve been hoping for a chance to kick your ass!

Enchantress: Quite adorable that you think you can win.

The Coon: Consider this payback for the suck-ass movie you appeared in.

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Enchantress (June): Son of a.. this can’t be happening!

The Coon: ah ha! a chance to kill you before you transform!

Enchantress: Too little too late for that, little boy!

Vs. Leonardo

Leonardo: You’re rarely a fighter, Cartman, why would you come here?

The Coon: Why else? I’m here to seize Brainiac’s assets.

Leonardo: That just spells disaster for every Earth, even yours.

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Leonardo: So tell me, what did the New Kid ever see in you?

The Coon: (grins with slight genuine sincerity) they saw someone who respected their potential. Not even their parents did that.

Leonardo: Bet they’d like training under Master Splinter better.

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The Coon: You know, I’ve always wanted to try Turtle Soup.

Leonardo: You won’t flip this turtle on his shell.

The Coon: You wouldn’t be the first dumbass I surprised.

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The Coon: Ok, I KNOW you’re not from around here.

Leonardo: Just as much of a tourist as you are, dude.

The Coon: Just means I can get away with shredding you.

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Vs. Michelangelo

The Coon: You know, I’ve always wanted to try Turtle Soup.

Michelangelo: You’ll be rage-quitting in a heartbeat.

The Coon: Ha! Raph wishes he rages like I do!

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Michelangelo: Just so you know, I’ve played your games AND watched your show.

The Coon: Show? games? How come no one told me I had those?

Michelangelo: Let’s just say you’re gonna wish you were fighting Kenny.

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Vs. Raphael

The Coon: You know, I’ve always wanted to try Turtle Soup.

Raphael: Your head will crack before my shell does.

The Coon: Shredder’s got nothing on The Coon.

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Raphael: (chuckles) And people say I got anger issues

The Coon: The Coon will tear through you like garbage.

Raphael: I fought Purple Dragons who were tougher than you, Eric.

Vs. Donatello

The Coon: Never thought I’d go from watching you on TV to fighting you and your bros.

Donatello: Unlike coding, this’ll be easy.

The Coon: (chuckles) Ever hear what usually happens to nerds who cross me? 

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Donatello: I’ve got a theory as to why you fight.

The Coon: Why else? I’m here to seize Brainiac’s assets.

Donatello: I can’t let that stand.

 Mirror Match Intros

Player 1 Coon: Are you my parallel universe self?

Player 2 Coon: Maybe I am, and maybe I’m here to be a better teacher to the New Kid.

Player 1 Coon: Just means I can get away with shredding you.

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Player 2 Coon: How the hell can there be two of us?

Player 1 Coon: I’m sure as hell not sharing Brainiac’s ship with you!

Player 2 Coon: Don’t worry, it won’t matter in a sec.

[resetlives]

                   FRIENDSHIPS .

growing up in a small town , kenny  knows  almost  everyone. due to this , he often references these friends. most noticeably kyle , stan , & cartman. occasionally , he will also reference clyde , token , tweek , & jimmy. obviously , kenny speaking about craig is a given , in any interaction where kenny is romantically involved with him. below is a list of the things kenny often says about these friends , & the things that remind kenny of his friends.

KYLE. kenny always fondly refers to kyle as his best friend. this is because kyle has been one of the few people who he can talk to & be around without issue. when he talks about kyle , its usually about how nice he is , or about some of the cute shit he’s done. or , its about his ass. kenny doesn’t personally understand bebe’s obssession , but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make as much fun of it as he can. occasionally , he’ll use kyle as his reasoning for talking shit on cartman. because y'anno , gotta hold out for the bff. mysterion & kenny both used to have crushes on kyle , but they’ve been forgotten. kyle may or may not know about said crushes. who knows.

STAN. he … doesn’t really like stan. mainly , because of how much he’s done to fuck over kyle’s life at times. also because stan is annoying. he calls stan his friend , & stan calls him his , but its only in words. in all honesty , kenny enjoys the times when stan isn’t technically part of the group ( ie. ass burgers / the latter parts of season 19 ). either way , kenny is fake as fuck around stan !!! tbh !!

CARTMAN. hoo boy. here’s someone else kenny is the Fakest Bitch™ around. literally , kenny hates almost everything about cartman. but he pities the poor kid , too. ken has seen cartman at what can only be his best & worse ( ie. cartman’s mom is a dirty slut vs. eps like cartmanland ) so he really can’t blame most of the things cartman does. besides , kenny doesn’t really … think he’s any better than cartman is , actually. so , he never thinks that cartman is right in the head with the stuff he does. with that , his hatred for cartman does occasionally shine through , with small comments he will make in “ jest ” with stan & kyle , or when he will actually get angry , which results in attempted murder.

CRAIG. whenever ken talks about craig he’s either complaining , or saying extremely sweet gay things. there is literally no in-between.

CLYDE. clyde is kenny’s fuckboi friend. aka , he tells people about weird shit he & clyde have done together. or about the weird stuff he’s been told that clyde does. so a lot of it is lies from bebe. he also jokingly flirts with clyde a lot & calls him a king.

TOKEN. kenny doesn’t … really hang out with token , but has heard PLENTY of stories. so he thinks of token as a friend nonetheless. and retells the stories a lot.

TWEEK. lmao. this boy is someone kenny really disliked for a while. he was annoying , he was a spaz , he had no interest in befriending the weird coffee obsessed child. as time went on , kenny actually started to hate tweek. especially after certain events ( ie. tweek x craig ). after that fiasco died down , though , kenny slowly started to talk to tweek again , & kindled a really nice friendship with him. since then , tweek has become one of kenny’s closer friends , almost to the same point kyle is. kenny spends a lot of time with tweek , often invading his personal space to make him embarrassed since tweek is cute when he blushes.

JIMMY. JIMMY IS KENNY’S JOKE BUDDY. they get together & tell each other extremely terrible jokes a lot & kenny loves it , because he really does enjoy jimmy’s company , & thankfully has enough patience to sit & listen to him. its a good time all around. kenny likes to retell jimmy’s jokes & boast about how fun his friend is.

BEBE. BEBE IS BASICALLY KENNY’S LONG LOST SISTER. they get along super super well , & often spend time together literally gossiping like the schoolgirls they are. they also give each other makeovers & kenny refers to her as his sister , most of the time. or jokingly calls her his girlfriend.

WENDY. kenny is honestly convinced that wendy hates him. he respects her a ton though , so he talks about her like he would a really good mother figure. he wants to get to know her better & hopefully fix how he thinks she sees him.

[whoevenknowswithmedude]

Kenny watched Craig leave. Once he was out of sight he felt like he wanted to punch a fucking wall. Why the fuck had he thought borrowing $20 bucks from Craig would be a good idea? Oh yeah.. He wanted to make sure Karen could eat because they had been out of food. It wasnt that Kenny had forgotten to pay Craig back. It would take time because no one would hire him for shit. That is until City Wok started hiring. Between comming to school and being Mysterion, Kenny had finally landed a job a few months back. He worked shifts at City Wok and did Mysterion stuff on his days off. He could finally pay Craig back and have money to feed Karen. He had the money on him. But he didnt know if he'd have the courage to give it to him. He had promised to pay Craig back as soon as he could. Ken was not someone to take charity and he was not someone who broke his promises.

Kenny jumped out of his thoughts when the teacher walked in. He cursed when the teacher announced projects and paired him with Craig. How the hell did that even happen? Despite Kenny's massive crush on Craig, the taller boy had broken him a little. The thought of working with him made him both excited and scared. If he paid Craig back would the abuse stop. With the words Craig had spoke to him his wasnt sure. If he did stop he wondered if Craig would notice how he flinched when the raven haired boy came near him or went to touch him if touch were to happen. He almost flinched when Craig touched him as Mysterion.

Finally the last class came and seats began to fill up. The seat beside him remained empty and he became concerned. Sure enough Craig came in late and took the seat next to him. The $20 dollars suddenly burned in his pocket and Kenny felt anxious and ill.

The class seemed to drag on forever and finally the bell rang. Kenny shot up and gabbed his stuff as students rushed out and he moved quickly to block Craig's way. "Look. Mysterion told me that all this shit was because I havent paid you back when he checked on me. He said he was gonna pay it so I didnt have to but i dont take chairity from anybody and I dont break a promise and I promised you id pay you back. I also told you it was gonna take time because its hard for me to earn money for many reasons. Hence why i borrowed in the first place. So despite you being an asshole. Here is me keeping my promise like I said I would." He said pulling the money from his pocket and dropping it on Craig's desk. "It only took half a years pay of me splitting up money for payong you back and feeding my sister. Ive never broken a promise and i didnt plan on starting now. We are partners for a group project due Friday in History. And I can promise you now that after that fucking project you dont ever have to see or talk to me again. You may see me in class but thats it. I hope your happy Tucker. You got your fucking money." He said quickly. One thing about kenny was that he didnt yell. His voice stayed calm but it was clear he was getring angry. He almost slipped into his Msterion voice. Thankfully he didnt work tonight so he could be Mysterion and take out his anger on the criminals of the city.

With that Kenny turned around and left school. He ran home until he couldnt anymore and the second he reached his room he passed out setting an alarm on his clock for nightfall. Tonight Mysterion would be let free and he'd have to face Craig once again.

I never thought that you were the person I admired... | CLOSED |

Craig kept walking as Kenny’s words sunk into him, it was difficult enough to be nice to him, since why would he be a friend with someone who took money from him and couldn’t even pay him back, he sighed maybe “I am a heartless prick who likes to play, just to get what one wants” he muttered to himself and what he wanted was clear he wanted Mysterion, but as for the moment he wasn’t going to achieve that. 

The teacher came inside and started class as she started to assign groups to the class which case of good luck or bad luck Kenny and Craig were going to be working together the project is due Friday, the class went and the last class where Kenny and Craig were together before heading home was about to beginning as always Craig was running late, as he entered the room the only seat was beside Kenny he rolled his eyes as he took the seat next to him-

He kept glancing at the other time and time, annoyed, pissed and he just wanted to throw him away, he groaned as he kept taking notes of health class.