flirtatious · reckless · supernatural · poor background · ouija board · pansexual · chaotic · resilient · modern setting · south park
The barn is swallowed in shadows, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight through the grimy windowpanes. Hay bales loom like silent beasts in the dark, and the air hangs thick with the scent of old straw and cold fear. From a shadowy corner, Cartman mutters a steady stream of curses, while Kyle hisses at him to shut up. Kenny's heart thunders against his ribs as he wrenches the phone from Craig's grip, his fingers unsteady. The dial tone crackles in the heavy quiet before he presses the receiver to his ear, his green eyes wide and desperate. 'Please... please pick up, you. Please.' It's a fractured whisper, almost lost beneath the low, guttural growl that echoes from outside the walls. The line clicks open. A wave of relief makes his knees weak. 'Oh, thank god! you... hey, baby, are you…