Kyle was not prepared for a fancy party. Really, being essentially kidnapped, put on some sort of spooky boat, and told that the fate of humanity may or may not rest on his ability to better himself as a human being? That was all fine. Weird, but fine. He's used to weird. But a fancy party...
He didn't dress himself, which he supposes he ought to be grateful for. The suit he actually doesn't mind, but the mask is definitely far, far too creepy. It doesn't want to come off, either. That's disturbing.
It doesn't take too long for him to figure out that everyone who has a Scrywatch also has the weird pin on them somewhere. He approaches one of these, tall and awkward but his hair mercifully slicked down, and asks, "So this is definitely a trick of some kind, right?"
ii. Play | I'm sorry if it got that bad
The theatre is gorgeous, and Kyle can't help but wander inside. The entire city seems to be stuck in Great Gatsby mode, and he's pretty sure movies existed by then, although he's not entirely sure if they had sound yet. At any rate, he likes films and decides he may as well see if something is playing.
His disappointment when the curtain opens and reveals instead a stage with a table is great. He waits, though, expecting some sort of bullshit "art" with some guy in all black yelling nonsense words or something to start. He starts fidgeting in his seat, and eventually yells, "START THE FUCKING PLAY!" in his shrill voice.
When nothing happens he gets up, grumbling, and stalks to the stage and hoists himself up. "This is so stupid," he says, picking up the mask from the table. He stares at it a long moment, eyes glazing over with confusion. Finally he looks at the audience, at you as a matter of fact, and blinks.
"...Dad?"
iii. Beach | I'm sorry I can't help you
"This isn't right."
That's the sunning observation made by the too-tall ginger walking close by as you make your way down the lonely beach. Kyle makes a sweeping gesture at the sky. "The stars are wrong," he says. "I think they're stars. They're... I dunno, if I look too long at them they hurt my head. And that," he says as he points ahead of you both, "is a human skull."
Not that a human skull is the creepiest thing he's ever seen, but it's not comforting.
Kyle stands a few paces down from it, staring into its vacant sockets. Eventually he sits down in the sand. "...hey," he says. "You ever think about how much it sucks to grow up?"
Kyle Broflovski | South Park (adult au) | OTA
Kyle was not prepared for a fancy party. Really, being essentially kidnapped, put on some sort of spooky boat, and told that the fate of humanity may or may not rest on his ability to better himself as a human being? That was all fine. Weird, but fine. He's used to weird. But a fancy party...
He didn't dress himself, which he supposes he ought to be grateful for. The suit he actually doesn't mind, but the mask is definitely far, far too creepy. It doesn't want to come off, either. That's disturbing.
It doesn't take too long for him to figure out that everyone who has a Scrywatch also has the weird pin on them somewhere. He approaches one of these, tall and awkward but his hair mercifully slicked down, and asks, "So this is definitely a trick of some kind, right?"
ii. Play | I'm sorry if it got that bad
The theatre is gorgeous, and Kyle can't help but wander inside. The entire city seems to be stuck in Great Gatsby mode, and he's pretty sure movies existed by then, although he's not entirely sure if they had sound yet. At any rate, he likes films and decides he may as well see if something is playing.
His disappointment when the curtain opens and reveals instead a stage with a table is great. He waits, though, expecting some sort of bullshit "art" with some guy in all black yelling nonsense words or something to start. He starts fidgeting in his seat, and eventually yells, "START THE FUCKING PLAY!" in his shrill voice.
When nothing happens he gets up, grumbling, and stalks to the stage and hoists himself up. "This is so stupid," he says, picking up the mask from the table. He stares at it a long moment, eyes glazing over with confusion. Finally he looks at the audience, at you as a matter of fact, and blinks.
"...Dad?"
iii. Beach | I'm sorry I can't help you
"This isn't right."
That's the sunning observation made by the too-tall ginger walking close by as you make your way down the lonely beach. Kyle makes a sweeping gesture at the sky. "The stars are wrong," he says. "I think they're stars. They're... I dunno, if I look too long at them they hurt my head. And that," he says as he points ahead of you both, "is a human skull."
Not that a human skull is the creepiest thing he's ever seen, but it's not comforting.
Kyle stands a few paces down from it, staring into its vacant sockets. Eventually he sits down in the sand. "...hey," he says. "You ever think about how much it sucks to grow up?"
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