South Park rarely had new kids, especially after Dovahkiin had arrived not too long ago and stirred the pot of issues in the town. It also leads to the official breakup between the friend groups and ending their era of South Park heroes minus Kenny. He couldn't hang up the mask and kept on his work as Mysterion as Butters with nothing else to do was to stir up the same problems for his friend or in general as Professor Chaos. Sometimes Cartman would try to rope in his friends to have fun as their personas but it never really stuck as High School came along.

They all started to drift apart and many people noticed it and took some advantage of it. Sometimes the old "teams" hung out and were civil to one another but other days they wouldn't blink an eye at each other.

Some joined clubs, some had family issues and some just didn't meet eye to eye anymore with their friends. There was no spark anymore or just common things to talk about.

Everything was just fine, not well but fine enough for their senior year of School.

Until people were going missing and body parts were appearing in the local hunting areas.

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[M/N] eyes stared at the School that was a few feet away and how many students were entering through the front entrance of it. The building was large but maybe at least two floors and probably more exits all over. His nose wrinkled in disgust as he watched a few students were already up in each other. Their mouths connecting and hands grouping clumsy and even dry humping at eight in the morning too which makes him shake his head.

"Are you sure that I'm needed here? I mean... they are hillbilly enough to take care of themselves." [M/N] said as he remembered going through the thick log at the Mission Home about South Park throughout the years. Monsters, crab-people which are super delicious with butter, Al-gore being his warning, racist cops sending black people to their racist god, and Manbearpig too. Along with the supernatural regulars in this town over the years. Not to mention notes on their stupid citizens too added to the log but it was mostly due to two males.

Eric Cartman & Randy Marsh.

He hoped he wouldn't come across his path.

"Hush," Maria hissed through the speakerphone in the car as [M/N] sucked on his front teeth out of annoyance, "Stop sucking on your teeth too, you'll ruin them and Sister Opal will get on about you needing dental care." Sister Opal can suck my ass. [M/N] rolled his eyes before adjusting the grip on his bookbag, looking over the plain black fabric with a frown. He had never attended school, religion classes, and some courses that a regular civilian School had but were not formal at any High or Prep. "There's been a track of unnatural stances in South Park, at least some children and adults have been going missing around. Sometimes bodies are found but very much down to the bone and other times the victims were found but not as themselves."

"So are we dealing with vampires, witches, or werewolves?" [M/N] asked as he heard the warning bell alert the last of the students and it was almost time for him to leave too. The School already knew he would appear an hour late so the welcome committee could practice before introducing him to the shit hole.

"Unknown, there's a mixture between it being vampires but vampires don't normally eat human skin but there are craving wounds as told from the reports like tools that could easily be wolf teeth marks or witches." Maria said before there was shuffling, "The house will be ready when school is finished along with everything you need," [M/N] listened as he kept watching until Maria's voice went to muffled noise as the last bell rang and officially School had started.

"There was at least five hundred-"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." [M/N] said as he opened the car door and spotted at the stairs two students there and waiting. One girl was typing on her phone and the other just awkwardly standing there waiting for him. "I have to get this mission started and you just talking my ear off helps." Maria sighs to herself as she hears the door close behind him as [M/N] takes off down the sidewalk.

He gripped his backpack straps as the need to pick at his newest stitch was tempting. [M/N] sighs softly before finally seeing the two students' faces and gives a little smile on his face to match their own. They seem normal enough and smell fully human.

The guy was tall, maybe taller than the hunter himself. He had short curly red hair that seemed to be pulled back by a dark green scrunchie that matched his eyes. He is pale peach skin color with faint scars around his mouth, a pretty good plastic surgery job but [M/N]'s eyes could see it. The student had to be 6'1 or at best 6'0 with the shoes adding to the height. He was wearing dark jeans a red Converse that was a shade lighter than his hair and a grey t-shirt with an orange leather jacket over the shirt.

"Hello! We're so happy to have you at South Park High! Your transcript came in yesterday. Kyle and I had to snatch you up!" The female student says with a smile on her pink lips as she pushes some black hair behind her ear to show off her double-pierced ear. She was shorter than the other and [M/N] but her heeled boots helped a bit. Black boots with heels dark leggings under her short black skirt and a white shirt with a dark purple cheetah jacket covering the shirt partly. Her hair was long with a dark beanie over her head with golden hoops on both pierced sides.

"Yeah dude, Principal Woman was so excited to have an open-minded student with a lot of club activities. She thought Wendy and I would make the club setting more welcoming." The guy said with a smile.

"Yeah, I had a lot of time back at my hometown and well...I picked a lot of electives and clubs," [M/N] said with a smile though most of it was a lie. The sisters had taught him at least 50 percent of the actual stuff and in some missions, he was deep undercover into these school events. He took Spanish a few dozen times, french, German, and Japanese. He could do cheerleading, gymnastics, dance team and recently waltzing along with some sports and clubs that he did on his own free will.

"I saw, and I see potential actually to be on our cheerleading team. We're the raging cows," She grimaced as she unfolded a paper from her pocket as [M/N] took it when she handed it over to him, "We're always searching for new raging cows." She says as Kyle coughs into his fist and Wendy smiles before opening the doors.

"She does that since some cheerleaders quit this year," Kyle explains as he gives a friendly smile but [M/N] nods his head as the male student leads them inside his nose scrunches up a bit at the smell of different scents mixed with sweat, piss, and perfume trying to hide the scents. "Since there's a meeting going on in Principal Strong's office, she handed us your schedule. But first the locker tour."

"Then a tour towards the library, cafeteria, gym." Wendy helpfully with a smile.

"But lucky for you," Kyle leads them down the hallway as muffled talking is heard in the closed-door classrooms, "My locker is next to yours." He stopped at a locker where the schedule was tapped on the door and the redhead clicked his tongue as he carefully pulled it off. "People can see this, I don't understand why it can't go through the slit."

[M/N] ignored the talking as his nose tried to pick up the scent of a vampire or werewolf, whatever was eating citizens but School deeply covered the scent. Maybe if he joined something, he could go undercover as usual to get information. It was a start but he rather try to get this over with than a sweet vacation that Holy Mother Opal always dangled in front of him. [M/N] hadn't had a vacation before!

Well does it count with four broken ribs, two shattered, broken femur, and brain bleeding at the hospital at age ten? For four weeks of healing?

"Cool," [M/N] says as he takes the schedule his eyes scan it and see he is in a few AP classes, no gym thankfully, or music. Students playing always gave him migraines and the bitching or sweaty order from band geeks who don't shower. "Since the first period is started, I'm gonna assume I'll start my second class."

"Exactly, luckily for you, it's mine." Wendy smiled as [M/N] nodded as he scooted closer to the locker and began messing with the lock and the metal door opened with the books stacked neatly inside for the classes. "But after the Library and Cafeteria."

"Cool." [M/N] replied.

"You don't talk a lot huh?" Kyle asked with a little smile, he could be shy or he could not care at all. He was glad that he seemed to be nice and hadn't said something outrageously racist or sexist or stupid. He was just a bit of a quiet guy like Craig or Dovahikin, he just hope it wasn't the type to throw the finger around for fun either or use farts as weapons. "Come on, this way to the cafeteria."

Wendy and Kyle lead [M/N] and the wolf follows behind them obediently as he glances around with each step he takes.

They showed him an empty cafeteria with light green round tables and then the library that smelled like metal and cherries that made his nose sting. The last place was the gym which was huge and dark green bleachers against the walls markings for basketball and big grey doors at the end of the gym that probably led outside.

"Outside those doors is the football field but it's currently being worked on because we got the funds to add a new food stand but I heard that there was animal remains a few days ago."Wendy gossiped as she leaned to the other to say it as [M/N] glanced at the doors. "I wouldn't put it past the idea, a lot of animals have been coming and tearing stuff up."

"We live in Colorado, of course, there's gonna be an animal eaten here or there." Kyle interjected as he rolled his eyes, "It's not big news."

"It is when the animal killed had human parts in its stomach." Wendy pressed as Kyle's lips curled into a firm frown Wendy sighed as she pushed some black hair behind her ear.

[M/N] shakes his head a bit as he listens to the two, but at least he has something to go on and investigate tonight. The bell rang and [M/N] glanced at the doors opening and students coming out then talking and scents spewing everywhere that made him noisy and dizzy but he pushed it down. Soon he felt an arm loop through his then a bump, making his eyes snap to Wendy who had his arm with hers.

"I'll take him off your hands, hopefully forever before you guys douche him up," Wendy said as she waved Kyle up and she yanked [M/N] beside her and through the tight crowds of teens. Kyle rolled his eyes as he checked the time before heading in the opposite direction to his class he hoped Stan didn't see Wendy take the new student.

He would bitch for weeks again.

[M/N] walked with Wendy as people ignored them, shoved around him, or even glanced at him. It was mostly girls who glanced at him and then to Wendy before turning to whisper to the others near them. He frowns as he keeps his head down as he walks until Wendy stops them and lets his arm go, "This class is fairly easy just pick somewhere good to sit." She said with a smile as she opened the door and her kind expression fell as she spotted some students who walked in and [M/N] walked in too.

"Look! Thunder-thigh Testaburger comes in!" One larger student shouts as some boys snickered or girls rolled their eyes at the announcement. Wendy grits her teeth as she walks in and the larger boy cupped his mouth, "Clap, Clap, Clap" as she walked by to the far right of the tables in the room.

[M/N] rolled his eyes before moving in and most of the tables were taken and seats had bags but no students. A blonde girl moves to sit beside Wendy as [M/N] looks for another seat. Soon he spots a nice area in the very back. He moved as students barely paid mind to him as he sat down in the seat and pulled out the book for the AP history class and notebook too.

It was barely a moment of him sitting as a voice spoke up beside him and the sweet scent of Rain and Mint along with hints of Marijuana hitting his nose in an odd mixture. Something that wasn't irritating but also pretty good.

"Holy shit, I didn't think anyone would sit back here beside me." A voice spoke up and [M/N] glanced up at a muscular student. Male, with black locks that were messy and fair skin but also a raging cow dark green jacket over his shoulders. Nirvana's shirt peeking out and dark jeans with white earbuds halfway out his ear. "Shit dude, I'm Stan Marsh. You're the kid that Wendy and Kyle were showing around?"

"Yup, [M/N]." He is introduced as a possible football player or some sort of player who gives a grin.

"Cool," Stan said before sitting beside [M/N], their legs bumping against each other under the table as [M/N] glanced at him as the player opens his bag and the mess inside it before finding the textbook. [M/N] looked back to the board as he waited for this class to start. "What do you think of her?"

"Wendy?" [M/N] asked glancing at him as Stan nods, "She's cool but if she's your girl then don't worry. My dick doesn't swing that way." Which isn't a lie.

"Oh? OH!" Stan said as he gives a nod, "Cool, Cool, if you're interested then, Uh, there's a club for the LGBTQ? I think it's called raging queer's or something but they host it every Thursday after school for an hour or something. I know some guys in it and they're okay. I mean...I think they primarily smoke weed in there."

The teacher walked in and she dropped her bag on her desk.

It could be a backstory if he's caught looking around during after-school hours.

"Cool." [M/N] replies as the woman starts her laptop and the bell rings.