The rest of the day was uneventful well except for the parts where Cartman and Kyle kept going at each other's throats as per usual. And the rest of your classes were just as long and boring, so there's nothing really new there. Finally, the last bell of the day rang, signaling that it was time to go home.

You walked to your bus and got on, sitting down in your usual seat with Kenny beside you. Today was fucking exhausting. Not physically but mentally. After a few minutes of being bored you pulled out your phone and scrolled through social media until you landed on a news story video titled 'MANBEARPIG RETURNS ONCE AGAIN', you rolled your eyes at the title assuming that this Al Gore guy was just trying to get more attention by rambling about random conspiracies about ManBearPig.

You plugged in your headphones and tapped on the play button, to listen to what the news reporter had to say. "Well here we are Tom, I am standing in front of what looks to be a mass murder crime scene. These dead bodies look as though they have been torn apart by some half-pig-man-bear creature." The reporter narrated. You clicked around, clicking on different camera angles and pictures of bloodied corpses before finally stopping on one particular shot.

"The fuck? This fucking demon again?" You muttered, narrowing your eyes at the picture. It was a gruesome picture indeed; these corpses were all completely mangled beyond recognition, as if somebody had gone crazy and ripped them apart, their limbs ripped off. There was even some kind of animalistic claw marks covering the whole body, which was covered in blood and gore.

What are you talking about" Kenny asked, turning to look at you curiously. "Here, look at these pictures." You gave him your phone and he took it, his eyes scanning over the grotesque pictures. "Someone recently just made a deal with ManBearPig." You informed him.

"A deal? Okay, people really need to stop making deals with this freak of nature." Kenny said, grimacing at the gorey images displayed on your phone. "All of this gore is starting to earth my eyes, here take your phone back honey." Kenny said, handing back your phone.

After a while of talking, the bus stopped and you got off the bus with Kenny, walking side by side down the sidewalk, heading towards your house. Well, you were walking by yourself until Kyle and Stan walked up to the two of you.

"Hey, Kenny." Kyle greeted, smiling widely. "Sup." Stan nodded, waving lazily at you. "So, um, we were wondering if you wanted to come hang out with us tonight at Tolkien's house with the boys excluding Cartman and I'm sorry to say this but Y/n too." Kyle asked, sounding a little hesitant.

"Wait, why exclude me?" You pouted indignantly, crossing your arms stubbornly. "Well because you're a girl. And well this is guy stuff." Stan shrugged. "Whatever." You huffed. "Oh and don't forget your hero costume." Stan whispered into Kenny's ear, he nodded in response. "Alright, I'll see you guys in a bit, have to walk this lovely lady home first, and then I'll meet you at Tolkien's rich ass house." Kenny said, nodding towards Kyle.

"Alright, see you later man." Stan responded, walking away from. the two of you with Kyle following suit. "What was Stan whispering to you about?" You inquired curiously, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend. "Oh uh, nothing important. Don't worry about it, babe." Kenny answered hastily. "Alrighty then." You sighed, that only just made you more curious but you didn't want to be nosey so you just let it go.

Before you knew it, you arrived back home and before you could enter you turned around and gave Kenny one last kiss. "See you tomorrow honey. If you need anything tonight I'll be patrolling the streets as Paradox tonight as per usual." You told him smiling. "Wait, are you sure about that? What about Cartman? What about ManBearPig?" Kenny questioned concernedly.

"Oh hush, I'll be fine. I can handle myself." You reassured him, but that didn't seem to ease him very much. "Just... Call me if something happens okay?" Kenny requested, cupping your cheek gently, gazing at you deeply, and giving you a lingering kiss on your lips. "Okay, I will." You smiled, pecking him on the cheek before entering your house.

"Hi honey, how was school? Was that your boyfriend Kenny who I heard outside?" Your mother asked you, her voice laced with curiosity. "Yep." You nodded in reply. "Well alright, would you like dinner?" She offered, but you shook your head. You weren't really that hungry. In fact, thinking back on those gorey and grotesque pictures you saw on your phone on the bus made you lose your appetite.

"N-No, I'm good. I think I'll skip, plus I have snacks in my room so I could always eat those if I get hungry. But thanks for the offer mom." You gave her a quick hug before running upstairs to your room and locking the door behind you.

You walked over to your closet and swung it open and grabbed your hero costume and changed into that. Once you changed you grabbed your handgun and placed it in your holster before turning towards your window.

You nearly tripped on the cape of your cloak in shock at who was there on your window sill. She was dressed in a pink hero outfit and had straight black hair. To be honest, the unfamiliar heroine looked pretty badass.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" You screamed, jumping back in surprise. "Guess I was right, Y/n L/n really is Paradox." The girl thought to herself. "Hold the fuck up, Wendy?" You questioned, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. You knew that voice anywhere so you immediately knew that this was Wendy.

"Yeah, you're right but call me Call Girl." Wendy er- Call Girl corrected you. "Ok, you know what? Whatever." You replied rolling your eyes. "How the fuck did you even find out where I live?" You questioned her, raising an eyebrow at the pink-clad hero. "Did a little digging on Facebook." Call Girl replied simply.

"Sorry I really don't mean to make myself look like a stalker. But I heard Cartman a.k.a the Coon wants to kill you. And you seem really kind I can't let that heartless bastard kill you like this." Call Girl explained. "I'd like to help you put a stop to him." She then added, confidence present in her tone. "You want to help me? You do realize that I'm friends with your boyfriend Stan right? I thought you hated me for that reason." You said, cocking your head to the side slightly.

"Why should that matter? Your dating Kenny McCormick so that gives me enough proof to know that you aren't trying to hit up my boyfriend." Call Girl retorted.

"Also off-topic, but you're kind of like a female version of Mysterion. Which is pretty badass if I do say so myself." Call Girl complimented, looking impressed at her own statement. "Anyways, us female heroes should stick together right?" Call Girl finished her sentence, holding out her hand for you to shake. You took it with little to no hesitation, shaking it.

"Definitely, oh and you can come in if you want, no need to stay on the window sill." You offered and she happily obliged and took a seat at your desk, turning around in it to face you. "So, have any tea on the Coon?" You questioned her. "Well first off, I have a feeling that he's responsible for the sudden return of ManBearPig." She explained. "But there has to be a prophecy of why ManBearPig is here right?" You asked as you sat down on your bed.

"Well, according to Al Gore, this prophecy stated that when the next time someone made a deal with the demon (which was just recently) that ManBearPig will come back just as malicious as ever and have a strong connection to the dark Lord of Cthulhu this time around. Honestly, I think all of that is just plain nonsense to me." Call Girl concluded. She may have not understood anything about what she said but you did.

The mention of Cthulhu's name brought back all sorts of memories from the past, especially the moment when you first met the dark Lord himself. The first time you had died you woke up in neither heaven nor hell.

Instead, you recall waking up in a strange place full of monsters of all shapes and sizes. It was called the Nightmare Realm City of R'leyh. And you remember being face to face with the great old one Cthulhu and he was friendly towards you for some odd reason. But that's really all you could remember.

'That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die.' Those were the words that began to repeat themselves over and over again inside your head with little to no control. You felt as though you were slowly losing your sanity but you managed to keep it together.

"You okay, Paradox?" Call Girl broke you out of your thoughts with a worried frown on her face. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking." You shrugged, forcing a smile onto your face. "Oh, I get that all the time." She chuckled lightly, causing you to chuckle along.

"Anyways, I think Cartman was the one who made a deal with ManBearPig." Call Girl continued. "Yeah, I'm already a few steps ahead of that." You smirked confidently. "Really now? How come?" Call Girl asked curiously. "Mysterion just told me his plans recently" You simply replied, Call Girl nodded in thought.

"So now what?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and waiting for you to respond. "Well, I would suggest that we go ask the goth kids more about this whole thing about ManBearPig and Cthulhu. I want more answers. And the goth kids tend to have much more knowledge about this kind of stuff more than we do." You suggested.

"Yeah, that's a great idea!" Call Girl exclaimed, standing up from your desk chair and stretching out her limbs. "Come on." You instructed, before leaving your house through your window and climbing down the tree, Call Girl following suit.

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The two of you shortly arrived at Henrietta's house, she was one of the goth kids. You knocked on the front door without any hesitation. No answer. You knocked again this time only to be greeted with the sight of an annoyed-looking Henrietta.

"What the hell do you prissy little heroine wannabes want?" Henrietta sighed in irritation, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe. "What do you know of ManBearPig and Cthulhu?" You asked her bluntly.
"Ugh, first fucking Mysterion waltz over to me asking about demons, and now you? Can't you just go to a fucking library?" Henrietta complained, glaring daggers at you. "Finding books in a library is a waste of time. That's why we came to you." You countered her with a shrug, causing her to groan.

"Fine, come with me to my room and I'll give you info in there." She mumbled, stepping aside to allow you both to pass. After the two of you entered her room you sat down on the floor while Henrietta grabbed a book off her shelf. "Look, I don't know much about ManBearPig but I do have some information on Cthulhu." Henrietta revealed. You raised an eyebrow at her in confusion and waited for her explanation.

"Do carry on." Call Girl spoke from her spot near the door as Henrietta opened the book. "Ok, well as you know, the great Cthulhu, the lord of the darkness, has been around for hundreds or thousands of years and is the great old one of the Nightmare Realm of R'leyh. He's been around since the Greek gods." Henrietta started.

"'That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die.' what does that mean?" You asked her. Henrietta paused for a moment, closing her eyes tightly as she tried hard to concentrate on what she was reading.

She opened her eyes after a few seconds and sighed heavily. "Cthulhu isn't exactly dead, but he's not exactly alive with he's immortal. He's trapped between a form of limbo between life and death, neither world existing yet both worlds exist." She finished, placing the book back on her shelf.

"But what does that certain phrase have to do with me?" You wondered aloud, causing both Henrietta and Call Girl to look at you as though you were going insane. "What?" Call Girl questioned, clearly confused.

"Look, this might sound fucking crazy but I can't die. I die all the time, sometimes I see heaven or hell but I just wake up the next day as if nothing ever happens. I try and tell people this but they never fucking believe me. And that stupid phrase, I keep hearing it over and over again and I kept help but feel that it has something to do with my immortality." You explained.

"Are you fucking high?" Henrietta asked you sarcastically. "Do I look fucking high to you?" You shot back defensively. "So, you're trying to tell me that your somehow immortal like Cthulhu?" Henrietta inquired. You just stared at her for a moment before nodding your head in confirmation. "Yes! And I can fucking prove it!" You responded impatiently, reaching for your holster. When you pulled your gun out you pressed it against the side of your head.

"Paradox, what the hell are you doing?!" Call Girl yelled at you while covering her mouth with fear laced in every single one of her words. "I don't know yet but I intend on finding out." You answered, and just then you pulled the trigger. Blood splattered all across your vision and everything went black as your body collapsed on the floor of Henrietta's bedroom. "Oh my god..." Call Girl uttered quietly once you hit the ground, staring down at your body in horror.

"Uhhh, I can go get some shovels and we can bury her dead body in my backyard." Henrietta offered in a monotone voice, staring down at your body with shock evident in her eyes. "What? No! We should call 911." Call Girl reasoned, Henrietta crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. "Go ahead, that'll actually save fucking time." She mumbled.

The next thing you knew you were in purgatory. A place full of confused souls who have just passed onto the afterlife. Though with your immortality, you were a different case. The room you were in looked like something straight out of that one Beetlejuice movie that you'd watch around Halloween movie or something similar to a waiting room in a hospital.

"Jesus Christ, died again Y/n?" A familiar feminine voice spoke, her tone full of disappointment. Christina was a lost soul who served in purgatory, her job was that she would go over files of passed souls to see if they were eligible enough to go to heaven or hell before sending them there.

"Yep, the one and only. Miss me?" You asked with a smirk plastered across your face. "No... actually I didn't..." Christina replied. "How did you die this time? No wait let me guess, you got ran over by a car." She guessed, her voice filled with sarcasm. "No, actually I shot myself in the head with a handgun. Nice guess though." You corrected.

"You know killing yourself is a sin right?" Christina asked incredulously. Well, I was trying to prove to some people of my immortality so I didn't kill myself for no reason." You explained plainly. "And that my friend still grants you a one-way ticket to hell! Congratulations, you're the smartest soul I know! God you fucking immortals are impossible to work with." Christina rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Wait what? There are other immortals out there?!" You gasped, shocked by this revelation. "Well yeah, two of them actually. One of them. would be Damien the son of Satan and another boy that I won't give you the name of." She informed you. "Come on don't be such a bitch Christi, tell me his name! I promise I'll be good!" You whined. But that didn't get you anywhere.

"Will you be staying in hell or will you be returning to Earth?" Christina asked, raising an eyebrow at you questioningly. Your expression immediately dropped upon hearing that. "I'll be going back to Earth." You sigh, knowing that nobody would remember your death as soon you as you return from purgatory.

"Good, now try not to die again anytime soon. Please for the love of fucking god I'm serious." The redhead pleaded. "Can't make any promises." With that being said you woke up the next day only to find yourself wearing your same old clothes and lying in bed. You let out a deep sigh and stared at your boring ceiling in thought. That's when Kenny bursts into your room, the poor boy giving you a worried look.

"Jesus Christ, are you feeling okay honey? After hearing what happened to you yesterday at one of the goth kids' places I knew I had to skip school to take care of you! Wendy called me last night and told me that you were running a fever and collapsed on the floor. She said something about a killer migraine you were having?" Kenny asked you, checking to see if you were really alright or not. You let out a deep sigh, of course, nobody would remember your death.

It would be just another those days where everyone would act as though nothing bad had ever happened. It wasn't even like you hadn't suffered before, you had, many times in fact, so why would you expect anyone to notice that? Why would anyone notice how much pain you were in, and why was your own death so hard to remember and live through?!

Kenny noticed your distress and frowned, he quickly crawled into bed with you and placed his hands on your face, making you look up at him. "Hey, what's wrong baby? You can tell me anything can't you?" He cooed, his thumb brushing against the soft skin of your cheek. Your face flushed red, unsure of whether you wanted him to know the truth or not.

Kenny's frown deepened as he studied your expression for a few moments before nodding his head. "Well, if you ever change your mind and want to talk about it, I'll always, always be here for you alright?" He said before leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. You smiled slightly, moving forward to deepen the kiss until you couldn't anymore. After a while you broke apart, resting your forehead against his own.

He wrapped his arms around you as tightly as possible. His sweet words made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You loved how he always took care of you, like Karen said he really was a guardian angel that you could always count on. Kenny's heart was just way too pure for South Park. "Thank you," You breathed out against his lips, pulling away slowly so you could meet his gaze. "Always. He grinned.

"Also, don't worry about school today. Your mother told me that she called you in and she agreed to let me take care of you for today." Kenny informed you. "Kenny, you're the best boyfriend ever!" You exclaimed with a smile. "You bet your ass I am." He replied with a wink and you couldn't help but giggle. You loved him so much. You couldn't imagine living in South Park without him in your immortal life.