South Park Pip Dies Novels & Stories

A full, dramatic, dip-her-backward kiss straight out of a movie. I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle my laugh, but it was no use. Piper froze mid-step, devastation on her face, and trudged back like a soldier retreating from battle. I lost it, laughing until tears stung my eyes. Piper dropped into her chair, groaning. “I think I just died inside.” “The timing was… spectacular,” I wheezed. “Spectacularly cruel,” she muttered. Then, after a beat, she peeked at me through her fingers. “Maybe I should become a nun.”

I don’t know how she likes anything he releases, but she and Mare have been obsessed with him since they were teenagers, and he was still part of some silly boy band. “You’re about to go to a country bar and this is what you listen to?” I sneak a glance over at Pip, giving her a look of disapproval. Pippa belts out the lyrics even louder, having no shame. “We’ll get all the country in the world when we show up to Slopes.”

My heart felt like it was being ripped apart by claws. Our pup was dying, and he was letting another child call him 'Daddy.' "Asher, please—" "That's enough! Stop being so dramatic!" he snapped, cutting me off. "I'm busy!" The link went dead. Shaking, I had no choice but to call Seraphina's phone, hoping she could get a message to him. But before I could even speak, Seraphina was already sobbing. "Aurora, please, I'm just borrowing Asher for one day. For Leo's sake..."

I had no idea how it was even possible, but it was there, as plain as day. The smell of him seemed to pull me towards him like a magnetism impossible to ignore. He never moved. He was waiting for me, almost taunting me. I flew at him, landing my fist squarely in his jaw. His face moved from the impact, but it moved back towards me just as quickly. I went to throw another punch, but stopped as I heard Pip. “Stop, now. I’m bringing the pack out with me. It will make it easier for you to leave. He will kill you if you anger him too much.”

I shut it and look up at the blocks of flats. Getting out of the elevator , I knock on their door and Brandon open up. He smiles at me as I walk in. I stalk to the couch Piper is sitting and I sit next to her. SpongeBob SquarePants plays on the TV screen and Piper has a bowl of popcorn on her laps. " Sup birdie." She greets. " Seriously." I chuckle and eat from her popcorn bowl. " Sup munchies ?" Brandon chuckles and sits on the single couch. " I'm good. What's up with you both ?"

“I know. I have the same feeling. Remember Edith’s illusions? She pretended to be her husband, and she did it so well that she fooled all of us. What if this is another Cambion?” “Or an outright demon.” Pippa sighs and leans back into me, closing her eyes. “I’m so tired,” she says aloud, then goes on through our mind link. “Do you think he works for Caspian?” “No. I think he works for Carter.” “Carter’s dead.” “What if he isn’t?” “I can’t imagine he’d be much of a threat even if he is still alive. How old would he be now? A hundred?” Pippa asks.

It was William, the Alpha from the Ice Plains Pack, standing behind me. His voice was filled with sorrow, "When you sent him to the Ice Plains, I knew he died painfully. But I didn’t expect... A ten-year-old cub, betrayed by his pack, mauled by lone wolves, abandoned by his father... and forced to watch himself bleed to death." Andrew's final memories were of waiting for death. Even if I had reached him in time, I wouldn’t have been able to save him because the only crystal healing chamber had been taken over by Lucas.

“A party?” “Yes, I’m sending him back to his mate in style,” giving the bag another shake so his chunk of collarbone and shoulder skin could reveal itself. Pip sighed. Possibly the tallest man I’ve ever seen, every move he made was languid, graceful. The time taken to move his long, spindly arms from each cupboard left the process resembling a dance. Soon, we had a glass jar and a shitload of embalming fluid. “Brain has to come out first. Then we glue the skull back together and pop it in the jar.”

Her life a great deal, but I was happy that nowadays she was doing well. As we walked down the sidewalk, Piper bounced at my side, her small hand swinging in mine. “Guess what happened at school today?” she asked, voice filled with excitement. “What happened?” I smiled and matched her enthusiasm. The grin that split her face made me worried that it’d do just that. “Tommy brought his frog to class. A real one! He put it in his pocket, and it sprang out at story time, and Mrs. Simpson screamed so high the frog sprang higher still!”

Pip began to incessantly repeat itself, “Can’t go! Can’t go! The bad guy is still here!” Jasper gave a sinister smirk. “So that’s what it’s been saying. “Well, Claire? Who exactly is that bad person?” He lifted Pip up and then slammed it fiercely onto the floor. Pip fluttered a few times on the floor and then fell still. My chest tightened. It hurt so much I could not catch my breath. “Pip! Pip! Are you okay? Say something, please!” Seeing my distraught state, Jasper burst into loud laughter. “Claire, I swear, I’d love to crack your head open just to see what’s in there—”