Damien stared out the window of the car, sighing as he pressed his cheek against the glass. He'd been in the car for several hours, at least it was just him and a chauffeur rather than a car cram packed with boxes and bags and like that. Damien only had like, what, two boxes of clothes and some posters? At least his apartment provided him with a bed and everything.

          Damien was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, that's why he had is own apartment and didn't need to live with is dad who barely payed any attention to the boy, at all. That guy would rather spend the day with his boyfriend rather than his own son, psh. When Damien moved out, he chose the only place he ever actually liked when he was younger and his dad moved around a lot. South Park Colorado, USA.


        The car finally pulled up to the small apartment building, and the chauffer had to shake Damien awake because it was so late. Groggily rubbing his eyes, Damien grabbed what few boxes he had and tried his best not to drop them as he carefully made his way up the stairs to his apartment, 13B. He placed the boxes on the floor and opened the door, which creaked eerily. "Wow, this apartment must've been vacant for years. It's so goddamn dusty" he brought the boxes in and set them down on he small table siting in the edge of the nearly empty living room. Except for a couch left by the previous owner, there was a TV stand and a desk. Beside the desk was a door leading to the bedroom.

"Home sweet home, I guess."

        Damien lay across his bed, yawning deeply as he stared up at the ceiling, today was his first day of Highschool here in South Park. Would anyone remember him? Nervousness swelled up in the Antichrist's chest. Why was he even nervous? Why would he feel anything close to anxiety? He was the Antichrist,  a demon spawn. Why does he even give a rats ass about South Park? Something in his chest swelled up, and he couldn't process the felling that flooded over him. Oh well, it was about time he get going or he'll be late.

                

        Damien practically broke pavement trying to get to school on time before nearly face-plantig on the front steps of South Park High. Outside stood a few other teens stood, texting, smoking, talking, y'know. Looking around, he didn't recognize anyone. Anyone but, one boy... he was blonde, somewhat short and wearing a crimson top with a bowtie, light blue shorts, gray knee-length socks... it couldn't be... Pip? But Pip died so long ago! Damien only knew he died because when he took a small visit to South Park, another kid told him Pip had died. How was he here? 

        Damien noticed Pip was all alone, so he guessed he had no friends. Just like when he was in 4th Grade. He hesitantly began to walk towards the blonde, but was stopped by a taller kid wearng a bluehat and jacket. He was with one other boy, a spaz with a poorly buttoned shirt and crazily messed up dirty blonde hair. "Sup" the raven-hair said in a monotone voice "Um.. hi" Damien replied. "So, you new? Haven't seen you around here, But you do seem familiar, what's your name?" he asks, the boy nex to him keeping silent. "Damien, Damien Thorn" he replied "Probably wouldn-" 

"Oh dude, the crazy kid that set everything on fire i the fourth grade?" he interrupted. "Um.. yeah" Damien laughed nervously, awaiting a reply from the other boy. "Wow, anyways. If you don't remember, I'm Craig Tucker" he motioned to the spaztic kid next to him "this is Tweek Tweak. Excuse how jittery he is, he has ADHD and is totally hyped up on coffee" Craig pats Tweek on the back "anyways, see you around" he then walks off with Tweek, flipping Damien off as the others walked inside the school. 

Today's probably going to be a good day.

        Damien put in his Locker combination and opened the tall metal door, hanging his bag on the hook and grabbing his textbooks up, followed by his binder and what not. After closing the locker, he was immediately confronted by a familiar face. "So, Damien, you're back?" he was standing with two other boys, one the same height with a light orange and green jacket, the other taller with a darker orange jacket that concealed his face "... Stan?" the name suddenly hit him like a bullet, yet he only remembered Stan's name rather than the other's. "Yeah. What made you come back?"

"My dad let me move out, I uh, decided I could live on my own" he responded "this was the only place I ever actually liked." Stan smiled, putting a hand on the Antichrist's shoulder "even through you caused a load of trouble in the 4th grade, I'm kinda glad you're back."

        Okay, so, this day was getting to be a little weird. How could anyone remember him from 4th grade? That was so many years ago! Everyone being so... nice, it made Damien uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because he was rarely treated nicely? The previous encounters poked at his brain, the only person he actually wanted to talk to right now was Pip, but he was no where to be found. Damien walks in the door to his first period, STcience. He asked the teacher where he could sit, which was all the way in the back at one of the large black tables. It would seem he'd be all alone, which was actually kinda nice. He took his seat as the bell rang, the teacher silencing the waves of chatter amongst the students.

        "Alright class," he began "we have a new student. Please stand up, son" Damien gulped and stood up, every eye .locked onto him. "Tell us your name, please" Damien glanced around, almost choking when announcing his name to be "Damien Thorn"  there was a gasp from a few students, others looked indifferent. "Perhaps tell us about youself?" the teacher suggested "Uh, well... I'm 17, my father is... named Lucifer. I live alone, my favorite flavor in sweets is chocolate... can I sit down now?" The teacher nodded, Damien plopping down in his chair "whew..."

        Halfway into class, a kid bolted in through the door "sorry I'm late!" he was panting a bit "I had to settle something with the councelor."  The teacher sighed, taking a note the boy had in his hand "take a seat, Mr.Pirrup" 

Pirrup

        Damien gasped, Pip was walking toward him. The only empty seat in the back of the class was next to his, and Pip took it. Pip didn't seem to take interest in him, placing his textbooks on the table and paying close attention to the teacher. Damien couldn't focus however, Pip was the only thing on his mind. He was tempted to whisper to the boy, even pass him a note, but he just couldn't.

  

       Before he knew it,  the bell rang and everyone stood up to leave class, all but Pip. "Pip?" Damien had stood up, grabbing his textbooks "oh, um, hi" the british boy replied as he gathered his books and papers. "Do you remember me?" Damien pressed on "no" Damien almost felt heartbroken,  but why? Pip was just one of the many people of South Park who'd forgotten him. Or was he something more? After all, he was the first person to show kindness to him... even though he used Pip to gain popularity by blowing him up. "It's me, Damien" Pip ' s blue eyes sparked, as though he suddenly remembered everything. "The one who blew me up?" Pip shifted uncomfortably, gripping his books "yeah, I - I'm really sorry about that, and I'm really curious as to how you're alive... last time I visited I was told you died."

         The two were silent for a few minutes,  before the warning bell rung "oh, gotta go!" Pip bolted out the door, leaving Damien in the classroom. Did he purposely dodge his question?

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Wow okay ; v ;

For the next two hours, Damien's thoughts stabbed at him like daggers. The very thought that Pip purposely dodged his question was so nerve racking! But then again, Pip was still a human mortal. Questions of death did normally make humans like Pip uncomfortable, and Damien did just come back. Suddenly asking someone how they're alive after they were presumed dead out of the blue when you hadn't seen them for years was probably a small red flag for mortals?
Damien sat through a boring lecture in History, then hit the books in ELA before finally getting released for lunch. He brought his own despite the lack of food in his apartment, and located Pip who got a hot lunch "Pip!" Damien called out, but he was quickly devoured by the relentless crowed of hungry teens. He sighed, walking outside to the small portion of tables under the sun and an umbrella.
Sitting down, Damien pulled his food from his bag, but didn't even get to bite into it before Craig sat down next to him with Tweek and two other boys. Craig slapped his hand on Damien's back "sup."
Damien replied with a "hey" before biting into his sandwich, ignoring the two other boys. Craig nudged Damien, flipping the boys off "those fags are Token, " he said, pointing to the dark-skinned boy "and that's Clyde" he finished with the jock. Damien sighed and briefly gave them a "hi" before taking another bite out of his sandwich, wishing he'd said "hello, I'm Damien now kindly off so I can eat."

After lunch and a small conversation with Token about how they both hated movies that ended in a cliffhanger after Token complained about he and Clyde halving to watch Twilight with Wendy and Bea, total drag. But anyways, Damien was on his way to his next class. It took him a minute to find it, but he eventually did. On the other side of the building. He entered the room just as the bell rang, and sighed in releif that he wasn't technically late. The teacher looked up at Damien with soft brown eyes and long, curly chocolate hair. "You must be our new student, Damien. Please take a seat in the back." Damien nodded, heading towards the back off class where Kyle waved at him, signaling to take the seat beside him.

Damien sat down and glanced around the room, his piercing red eyes fading into a softer pink color and eventually becoming a deep ebony to match his hair and general attire. "Now, where did we leave off in-" Damien quit listening after that, too distracted by the kid that arrived in the doorway. The Lit teacher, Ms. Ellen, rose a sharp eyebrow at him. "Honestly, Mr.Pirrup, I should give you detention." Pip gasped "I'm terribly sorry, Ms. Ellen! I promise not to be late again!" He wimpered, clutching his books. Ms. Ellen rollsed her eyes "this is your last warning, Mr. Pirrup. Now take your seat." Pip nodded, walking towards the back of the class.'Oh no' was Damien's first thought as his eyes moved from Pip to the empty desk to his left. Pip took his seat besdie Damein, ignoring the Antichrists' presence in the room and he flipped the pages in his book to where the class left off. Damein resisted speaking to Pip, knowing he was already in enough trouble.

The rest of the period was dull and boring, and when the bell rang most of the students had sprang up and were already out the door, not caring what Ms. Ellen had to say. Damien sighed, standing up and looking at Pip for a moment, contemplating talking to him. "Damien," Pip didn't look at him "I know what's on your mind." Damien gulped "but we still have another class, meet me at Stark's Pond." Pip then winked and ran out the door, Damien just stood there staring at his feet.

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Sorry for the wait, guys! </3