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[LOCATION: South Park High School | DATE: December 19th 20XX | TIME: 8:30 AM]

He enters his first period for the last time this semester. Only 6 more hours to go. The class is loud. Too loud for his liking. Others talk about winter plans but it's funny, he doesn't have a plan. After all, he shouldn't even be here. He just got lucky that day.

The intercom rudely cuts him from his thoughts.


“Good morning everyone! I hope you are as excited as I am about winter break!”


There’s no reason to be excited about today. Really what joy is there today. He zones out for the rest of the announcements. Thought the inevitable annoying announcement would come on. One that would annoy him enough to bring back memories.

“But of course the holidays are all so fun. We can’t forget about the events 6 years ago that took the lives of many. As you all might have heard or unfortunately witnessed. Today marks the 6th year since the fire that broke out in South Park Elementary. The fire that took the lives of 12 students. I will name them out followed by a moment of silence to honor the memories of them.”

“Bebe Stevens,”

“Clyde Donovan,”

“Jimmy Valmer,”

“Tolkien Black,”

“Craig Tucker,”

“Tweek Tweak,”

“Timothy Burch,”

“Wendy Testaburger,”

“Eric Cartman,”

“Stanley Marsh,”

“Kyle Broflovski,”

“Kenneth McCormick.”

That last name stung harder than it needed to. The silence was unbearable as well. He glanced over to a current red head who looked worried for him. He knew why. He turned away, staring at his own desk.

The moment of silence felt shorter than last year. How disrespectful, though he can’t do anything about it. It’s been 6 years after all, everyone had stopped looking into the case, even the police.

He knew better though, more than all these students in this stupid class. They weren't dead no fucking way they were. No bodies were found. No clothing evidence, no items , nothing. They were just missing, presumed dead but, everyone in this fucking town thought they were died. There’s no way though. He can’t be dead, he can’t.


“L̴͍͈̤͌e̴̖͝ͅö̶̝̍̕?̶̡̥͋̔̓”

He can’t be fucking dead…

“L̵̻͕̄͐e̵̳̬̻͒̅o̶͍̱̘̐̒?̵̢̃!̴̲̐͝”

He is alive… right?

“L̵̫̫͛͘ě̶͔o̷̙̓p̷͙̼͐o̴̩͝l̶̲̆̒ḑ̵̐̑!̶̟̞̃̄!̶̨̈̾ͅ!̸̹̈́͠”

After all, it's impossible for him to-

“LEOPOLD STOTCH!”

Fuck…

“Yes, ms…?”

His teacher didn’t look happy. How long did he zone out for.

“I've been calling for you to take out your damn notebook. Breakfast in class ended 5 minutes ago. Now hurry with that notebook you're keeping the whole class waiting for you!”

“Sorry, won’t happen again.”

The teacher glares but accepts the apology as she turns back, walking to the whiteboard to continue the warm up questions.

He tugs on his backpack on the floor grabbing the zipper to pull it open. He stares at it. Not yet opening the backpack. The orange plush bunny stares back. He mentally shakes his head. Opening his backpack to grab his math notebook and his pen.

[LOCATION: South Park High School | DATE: December 19th 20XX | TIME: 8:51 AM]

“It’s hard not to notice how much this day affects him.”

The red-haired girl stares at the other boy sitting across from him.

[It is hard for him after all.]

He signs to her.

“I can only imagine.”

She stares at him sitting on the other side of the class. He was staring at his open notebook. Was he zoned out again? Maybe, it wasn’t her place to judge. Her phone buzzed, huh. She takes it out, placing it on her lap under the desk.

Mini Chaos: hey R is boss okay?

Toxi: Same as always on todays date

Mini Chaos: i see take care of him k? Am gonna be out today to much homework

Toxi: Thats fine I’ll take over your stuff for today

Mini Chaos: thanks also check the computer heard theress a new shipment

Toxi: Got it

She puts her phone in her pocket just in time to see the other boy signing.

[Who was that?]

“Disarray. He’s out for today.”

[I see.]

[LOCATION: South Park High | DATE: December 19th 20XX | TIME: 12:13 AM]

He was skipping lunch. He can’t bear to sit in that loud ass room with other kids non stop talking in his ears. He knows his friends will ask questions later. He doesn't care. He walks down the halls passing his locker.

He really needed fresh air. At least that's what he tells himself as he exits the building though the back doors. The locks broke back in October but no student cares to report it, no teachers use that door too. It was a free ticket out of the school, away from everything.

He doesn't care who stares at him as he walks as long as it is away from school and home. He needed to visit that place.

This place hasn’t been touched. He knew his sister still took care of it. He slides an old wooden pallet using it to jump over the fence into the backyard. He can hear some random new station from the house.

He looks over at the old tree. Shocking how it remains throughout everything. Then he stares at the small picture below it. Framed in the middle of a rock circle,it was losing a bit of color due to being in the sun. The tree’s shade can’t protect it forever. Next to it an aquamarine bunny stares at him. He didn’t take it to school that day claiming it needed sleep. Now it remains here.

God…

He missed him dearly. He wonders how he would have looked today.

"̷H̷e̸y̵ ̴B̴u̸t̷t̷e̸r̶s̶!̸ ̴I̸ ̵g̷o̴t̸ ̴u̴s̷ ̸m̵a̷t̸c̷h̴i̸n̷g̵ ̷b̷u̸n̶n̸i̵e̸s̵!̶ ̸A̶r̴e̸n̵'̸t̷ ̶t̴h̴e̸y̸ ̷t̸h̴e̸ ̴c̵u̴t̵e̷s̷t̵!̷ ̶t̵h̵e̴y̷ ̴w̴e̴r̶e̶ ̵o̶n̵ ̷c̵l̴e̵a̴r̴a̸c̷e̶ ̶t̴o̵o̴ ̴l̵u̷c̶k̸y̷ ̶f̷o̶r̷ ̴m̶e̷!̸"̴

Ya… they are the cutest things ever. He knew that.

He wonders how the aquamarine bunny feels.

[LOCATION: Unknown location in South Park | DATE: December 19th 20XX | TIME: 9:36 PM]

He stares at a board. Zoned out again for the 100th time today. Only the repetitive knocking alerts him back. Followed by the door opening revealing her.

“Sir, I have reports that new shipping of Tegridy Farms-”

“Just send the regular team in to process it and send it out to our clients to sell.”

He cuts her off.

“I see…”

Toxi sounded annoyed at the way he was trying to rush her away.

“Sir, You can’t keep-”

“I don’t care.”

“Fine. Grim’s going to go mess around tonight. Gonna steal some money.”

She mumbled something as she left annoyed. He didn’t even say anything as she left. He had much bigger issues.

He walks over to an old board covered in a blanket collecting dust in the left corner. He sighs, pulling the blanket off as dust flies off with it. He was lucky he wears a mask otherwise he problory be a coughing mess. He scans over the contents on the board. First a printed paper of some online news source.

The fire broke out around 11:01 AM around the 4th grade classroom. The source of the fire is unknown. Every student and teacher were evacuated minus 12 students who died.

Unknown. Funny. He knew how much the news stations were covering up. After all this wasn’t an "unknown reason” the police report he stole proves it.

The smell of gasoline was present.

He also hated how the public assumed they all died. Again no bodies were even found, and there were no traces of bodily leftovers to prove they burned. Strange is it not?

Even stranger is how all the cameras that were down were “down for maintenance” and that had everything confusing.

Which reminded him of why this story wasn’t right. They were hiding something from the public, and he knew. After all there were supposed to be 13 victims. He was out sick that day.

There was something else. All victims of this… arson weren’t “normal” they all had… powers even he did. As much as they tried to hide it, it was obvious, hiding mosquito wings under a sweater isn't the best idea. The only normal one was Bebe. Now then…

Isn't it odd that all 12 students that went missing that day all had powers…?

[LOCATION: ??? | DATE: December 19th 20XX | TIME: 12:20 PM]

The city lights in the distance lit over the empty parking lot as a truck pulled in. The door swung open as a guy stepped out.

“Package is here sir.”

A short rough laugh was heard as a much older dude stepped into the light from the shadows.

“Excallet work! Now let’s see just what I have here…”

The older dude stepped closer to the truck as the guy quickly walked behind said truck to open the back.

“Ain’t this a beauty…”


The older guy smiled while viewing the item inside.

He didn’t get the chance to do much after a single bullet shot through his head. He dropped.

“OH FUCK THIS SHIT AM OUT!”


The other dude ran quickly not caring about the truck left behind.

On top of a nearby building a sniper was seen with a smaller figure operating it.

The figures comms crackled on.

“I see the target is dead… great job as always Asset MY. Return to the excavation zone and a helicopter is waiting for you. We’ll send in the Delta Team to deal with the truck.”

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[LOCATION: ??? | DATE: December 21th 20XX | TIME: 6:00 AM]

“Fuck… why did they wake us at 6 in the morning…” Toolshed spoke annoyed while yawning. Usually the L.C 2 would wake their squad at 8 AM. So waking at 6 AM was unusual. “Isn’t 6 AM meant for the Alpha Squad only?”

“It is,” Aero answered, looking at the clock hanging on the off-white wall. “It’s just today L.C 2 had a special mission.” Aero looked back over at the shorter man who looked annoyed.

“I had a mission yesterday why-” Toolshed was in the middle of running his hand in their hair. “Wait did you say special mission?”

“Yup.”

“But aren't those for you know the Alpha Squad?” Toolshed was confused, special missions weren’t usually given to the other squads.

“That is right.” Aero nodded, his red and yellow tail flicking behind him once. “Not sure why they would send us on this mission. My theory though, Mysterion’s been running around Colorado on too many missions already so he might be too busy, Terabyte is in the medbay I think she is sick or something, and you know they don’t send Doctor Mind on missions.”

Toolshed was about to say something when the sound of someone approaching was heard.

“There you guys were. I was looking for you.”

“Oh Vanguard! What’s going on?” Aero answered the cybernetic hero, who was currenting typing something on their robotic arm.

“You two missed the meeting, L.C 2 isn’t happy, but I got the overall mission plan.” Vanguard almost looked happy as he mentioned the mission. Which was odd a bit. No one liked missions so what got him smiling?

“Please tell me something easy or good…” Toolshed looked like he was ready to pray to whatever god was listening.

Vanguard chalked a bit before going on. “It simple, just track down this drug in-”

“THANK GOD!” Toolshed looked fucking hyped, most likey cause it wasn’t a mission where he would break his ribs or some other bones.

“Tracking some drugs really? What makes this so special to be a special mission?” Aero tilted his head a bit in confusion.

“Well if I could finish… it’s in… South Park.”

There was a very dramatical pause here.

Aero blinked looking stunned, his right antenna flicking three times. “South Park…? The Leading Commander is letting us go to South Park…?”

Vanguard nodded.

Aero looked more confused. Why would the L.C let them go to South Park. That’s their home… and the government was working overtime to keep them away from South Park. So why the sudden change?

‘It most likely because of the drug originating from there called Tegridy or something.” Vanguard finished typing whatever they wanted on their robotic arm. Toolshed looked horrified at the mention of Tegridy but it wasn’t caught by Vanguard who said something about preparations for the missions and left.

“Toolshed you good…?” Aero looked over worried at Toolshed's sudden horror. The other man looked over at the aliens' green eyes then away at the floor.

“Am fine. Come on, let's go to the kitchen. Am sure their breakfast is there…”

Toolshed quickly walked in the direction to the HQ’s kitchen. Aero quickly followed behind him.

[LOCATION: South Park Lost Forest | DATE: December 21th 20XX | TIME: 9:12 AM]

“Listen up Squad Bravo. The mission is clear. You are not to engage with any of your past family or friends if they are seen. The trackers in your costumes have mic detection on at all times. If you try anything we will know. As for the mission, you are to track down drugs known as Tegridy to its origins, once done call in for exactions. The higher up’s will make another mission to stop the drugs on a later day. In case you forget the mission has been sent to Asset VA’s system. Now then get out of my helicopter!”

The three heroes didn’t wait twice after the soldier yelled at them to get out. Aero looked around a bit trying to remember where healthy were at.

“Look’s like we’re in the forest.”

“Yup,” Vanguard was typing something on their robotic arm again. “Stark Lake is that way,” he points to the left. “We should be able to get into town that way. I already picked up a hotspot behind the church.” He finished looking back at the others.

“Then let’s go.” Toolshed started jogging which Vanguard quickly followed, Aero was a bit shocked at Toolshed’s rush but quickly checked the kite on his back before floating up and gilding over to the group before joining the jog.

Toolshed’s been acting odd since Tegridy was brought up. Aero hopes he is okay.

[LOCATION: South Park Church | DATE: December 21th 20XX | TIME: 10:31 AM]

The three heroes were hiding on top of the church, not the best hiding place but this whole area was in the open so they had to take what they had.

They have been waiting here for a while now… Vanguard was sure this was a hotspot for dealing double checked in everything. They have been waiting here for a while now.

“This is taking too long.” Aero grumbled.

And literally 10 seconds later the sound of someone walking below was heard. Some dude leaned on the right side wall of the church. Grey sweater, dark blue ripped jeans, sneakers, brown hair, maybe no less than 20 years old at most.

“Got a match,” Vanguard said, suddenly getting the attention of the other heroes, of course he was typing on his robotic arm again, most likely already done face matching the dude. “Daniel Jones, a star dealer here.”

Toolshed didn’t wait, the dude looked weak after all he jumped down after a quick “WAIT” was heard from Aero.

“What the fuck where did you come from-!!!” Daniel didn’t even finish speaking when Toolshed gave a mean punch to the dude's face, then he grabbed Daniel putting him into a headlock.

By now Vanguard and Aero had jumped down.

“Dude what the hell was that?” Aero yelled worried at most, which toolshed replied with an annoyed glare.

“At least you got the job done,” Vanguard walked up to Daniel searching him, by now some other dude, mostly likely a buyer, popped up just to run off at the situation.

Vanguard threw a bag filled with weed on the ground and nodded at Aero to pick it up, aero sighed holding his hand out near it to levitate it up.

“What the fuck are you freaks doing-?!” Toolshed, using his free hand, hits Daniel to get him to shut up. Aero just looked more concerned at this.

“Who is supplying you with that?” Vanguard asked the dude with a glare. Which in return earned a scoff. “Now why the fuck would that tell you that.” Daniel rebelled back trying to break Toolshed’s headlock.

“Beacuse we can throw you in jail or even prison.” Aero’s tone was calmer hoping that the dealer would understand the risk.

“Tch- The bitch ass cops of this own don’t give a shit you know?” Daniel grinned like he won the lottery. “Who even are you fuckers attacking me dressed like that, this isn’t halloween anymore!”

“That’s unimportant,” Vanguard looked at Daniel seriously. “You know always tell your family and girlfriend about this,” because of course Vanguard already looked up that information on whatever this robotic arm had.

“Pft- like you know my-” Vanguard cuts Daniel off. “Am pretty sure Grace wouldn’t be happy with you selling drugs.”

Daniel’s face drops in horror.

“If I tell you, promise not to tell her… I don’t want her to find out.” Vanguard nodded.

Daniel sighed. “I don’t even know who supplies that shit, I get them from these dudes who work for someone called Professor Chaos.”

Vanguard and Aero looked confused. “Whoes this Professor Chaos guy?” Vanguard asked.

“Don’t know. All I know is he gets the stuff, gives it to his workers and the workers give it to us to sell. Then the sellers give 30% of our profits back to Chaos.”

Vanguard nodded, already making mental notes on this professor Chaos dude. “Already, thank you. Since you don’t have any serious listed crimes and you're not wanted we’ll let you go for cooperating, but don’t let us catch you dealing again.” Vanguard looked at Toolshed who looked much calmer now, letting the guy free as they ran off.

Vanguard reached for his comms. "We got some information requesting exaction.”

[LOCATION: ??? | DATE: December 21th 20XX | TIME: 11:45 AM]

The three heroes sat in some sort of meeting room watching a screen that displayed a dark almost black silhouette of a woman with a ponytail. Two guard soldiers stood at attention on the sides of the teenagers.

“Well that mission was way better than I expected!” Her voice is overly sweet. “Who knew this whole drug situation was bigger than we expected? Just who is this Professor Chaos? Anywho this new information just proves this will be a big mission. I’ll talk with the other higher-ups about this! Who knows, maybe when you go back you can be paired with another squad! How does Charlie sound? Or maybe Delta!” The silhouette seems to be typing on a keyboard.

“What about Alpha-” Aero was gonna ask before being hit in the head by a soldier.

“DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS PERMITTED BY LEADING COMMANDER 2!” The soldier yelled as Aero shuts up, going back to sitting in quietness.

“It's fine. As for Squad Alpha, that is complicated. L.C 1 doesn't like his assets being paired up with our squads. Nothing we can really do about it. Though I could give him a quick mention of that idea. See what he thinks. Anyways, I think we're done here!”

“You three are dismissed.”