#estella havisham

GREGORY: My my, this sure is a popular question, isn’t it?

GREGORY: I can’t see why any of you would be taking interest in that traitorous rat,though.

GREGORY:Running the others off to safety while we were trying to deal with business.

GREGORY: It’s bad enough with all of the ruckus he causes on a daily basis in Hell, now he’s choosing to do it on the overworld as well.

ESTELLA:Are you talking about Tweek, over there?

ESTELLA:That scraggly, disease-ridden manchild will surely get what is coming to him.

ESTELLA:I hope he enjoys the strain of problems he’s created for us.

GREGORY: There are people asking about him, can you believe it?

GREGORY:They–ohoh, this is actually quite funny.

GREGORY: They think he’s from the land of the living, how charming.

ESTELLA:Heavens,that problematic boil on the under-fold of a old man’s neck wouldn’t stand achanceup here on earth.

GREGORY:Right?

GREGORY: Anyway– to answer all of your questions…

GREGORY:He’s always been in Hell, right to his very upbringing.

GREGORY:He was hellborn, several years before the new era of Hell.

GREGORY:About ten or even years before I died, making him… eighteen or nineteen now, I believe?

GREGORY:All I recall is that his birthday is on Halloween.

GREGORY: Funny enough, Hell uses the same time system as earth does.

GREGORY: Though rather than two thousand… someodd… I don’t quite remember the year up here anymore– it’s year ten of Era 2.

GREGORY:Sounds ridiculous, right?

GREGORY:Ahahah…

GREGORY:Anyways, where was I?

GREGORY:Oh, yes.

GREGORY: Tweek, unlike the rest of us, has never been to earth until now.

I remember running into him the first time, shortly after my death.

I believe when I first met him, I thought he was just some stupid kid who died too early to know what like was like on the surface.

He would be found headbutting rocks, gave me a strange look when I approached him, and would speak in a strange tongue I couldn’t understand at first.

Of course, I wouldn’t know what to say in response to something I did not know.

I’ve known a handful of languages from a young age, but his was unlike anything I’ve ever heard until I arrived in Hell.

At first I figured, maybe this was some language from a lost civilization, hundreds of years in the past? Perhaps age doesn’t work in Hell like it does in the land of the living?

This would be incorrect.

If I recall, I attempted to talk to him in my own language– English, of course. I think I’d felt it too rude to try and leave while he was trying to have a conversation with me.

GREGORY:I can’t quite understand you…

GREGORY: Are you able to understand me?

TWEEK:…

GREGORY: …I’ll take your silence as a no.

GREGORY:I wonder where you’re from…

GREGORY: I’ve never heard such a language before.

I would try to seemingly no avail, so I felt my inclination to be true. For a few moments, that is. 

Looking back on this all, it’s a rather funny instance, though at the time I was utterly terrified when this next bit occurred–

I’d been so used to demons and ghouls and all sorts of hellish beings flying about in the skies, I hadn’t stopped to notice two individuals soaring my way from behind Tweek.

They would land to see me, surrounding him on either side. I remember this image very clearly in my head…

…because as a little kid, seeing two full grown adults, with a wingspan larger than myself at the time…

My lord, I was scared senseless.

They would look down at me, smiles on their faces. I figured them crazed, it didn’t look like they knew quite how to smile at first.

I expected them to speak the same language as the kid I had been talking to, considering how close and personal they seemed to be with him.

They addressed to me in full English that I had been talking to their son, though– something I find rather interesting now, considering they would have had no idea exactly what language I would have spoken.

I suppose that’s a mystery I’ll solve another day.

MR. TWEAK: Hello!

MR. TWEAK: Can we help you?

MR. TWEAK: I see you’ve met our son!

MRS. TWEAK: He doesn’t get out much, you’re the first saved soul he’s ever seen…

They had a peculiar accent. I wouldn’t have been to describe it at the time, but now I can say with clear conscious that it is just one of many Hellish accents you’d find in Hell.

An accent from one who would have grown up speaking a specifically satanic language– one that would commonly be known to English-speaking Hellspawn as, simply, demonic tongue or hellspeak. Myself fancying the latter.

They had seemed rather keen on being overly nice to me, where as most looks I’d gotten from those I’d later find out to be hellborn as well would be looks of disdain.

I had arrived in Hell a year after the previous ruler Satan had died and went to heaven, and merely months into a new era– in which none would be damned to eternal torture.

I’d like to say I was lucky for dying at the time I did– but I wasn’t.

I was just luckier than those who had died before this new era was enacted.

They were almost more threatening than the ones who would give me such wretched looks. They were almost trying too hard to be nice.

I could recognize their efforts though, however terrified I was at the time.

In turn, they could recognize my fear. So his mother would attempt to console me, something else I’ve never forgotten.

MRS. TWEAK: My my, dear…

MRS. TWEAK: You’re so brave…

MRS. TWEAK: There aren’t many souls who seem as sudden as yours who would care to talk to someone like our son…

GREGORY:…

MRS. TWEAK: You seem scared and lost… and alone.

MRS. TWEAK: Do you have any known family down here?

GREGORY: …I don’t… really know…?

MRS. TWEAK: That’s quite a shame…

MRS. TWEAK: I hope you can find them some day.

MRS. TWEAK: For now, though… as a mother, and an imp…

MRS. TWEAK: I’d love to welcome you to our home any time you feel like you need to get away from everything out here.

MRS. TWEAK: It’s hard in these times, I’m sure you could do with a friendly face or two.

She would tell me, without even knowing who I am, that I was welcome into her home.

I’ll admit I felt a little like a charity case in that moment, but she’d sensed I was all on my own at the time– which I was.

Even though the torturing era of Hell was something I had missed, the four or five days I had spent alone, wandering hell to my own devices… everything I had experienced up until that point had been quite scary, to some degree.

I mean, I was still in Hell, what else would I have felt.

Her generosity and the father’s… attempt at a polite smile… had been the first somewhat comforting things I had felt since I had died.

His mother would then try to promote to me: Tweek, a potential friend.

MRS. TWEAK: Darling, were you talking to his young man?

MRS. TWEAK: Would you like to make friends with him?

MRS. TWEAK: Now now, dear, not so rude.

MRS. TWEAK: You know this language.

MRS. TWEAK: I know, you’re nervous…

MRS. TWEAK: This man is a nice fellow, though, I think he and you would make terrific friends…

She would reveal to me that he could in fact speak English, and really he was too shy to speak outside of his native tongue.

He didn’t quite look like somebody I would want to be friends with at the time, but with how nice his mother was and how lonely I felt, I was… reluctantly intrigued, to say the least.

However I remember finding his name quite silly– it’s not even a common theme in Hell. His father’s name is Richard, goodness sake. They really had to regards when naming him, it seems.

TWEEK:Um…

MRS. TWEAK: Tell him your name, dear.

TWEEK:Tweek.

MRS. TWEAK: Tweekwhat?

TWEEK:My name is Tweek.

MRS. TWEAK: Good job!

MRS. TWEAK: Why don’t you try speaking to your new friend in a way you can both understand?

TWEEK: O-oh, um…

TWEEK: I– I wanna poke your eyes out with my pitchfork, ugly.

GREGORY:…

MRS. TWEAK: Ohohoh– He doesn’t mean that. I promise you.

MRS. TWEAK: It’s the way of the old era, so please don’t mind him.

MRS. TWEAK: Tweek, why don’t you try being nice?

MRS. TWEAK: We’ve been practicing this, right?

TWEEK:When I grow up, and get my own torture chamber, I’ll let you be the first in it.

GREGORY:…Nice to meet you too…?

GREGORY: My name is Gregory???

Tweek wasn’t very good at being nice when he was young. I disliked him, for a time, but put up with him because his mother was so nice.

However I learned it really just was the way he was raised. If you grow up in a world where your sole purpose is to trick and torture others, why wouldn’t you be taught to be so devilish?

He took a while to unlearn his habits, and he still has some issues now and then. On the other end, I’ve learned to understand him better.

Of course, my understanding of him right now is that he’d rather betray our entire friend group by running off with a bunch of humans than to stick with us– people he knows.

It’s beyond ridiculous, offensive, and hurtful. I don’t know what his motives are in this instance, but he’s to have a good reason for all of this if he expects me to forgive him.

As for this question, I hope this quelled your curious minds once more. Tweek has always lived in hell, born and raised, and just barely over twenty four hours ago was his first breath of air on the surface.

I know I went on a bit of a rabbit trail, but I believe it paints a better picture of exactly why I’m friends with Tweek now.

I sometimes wonder what it would have been like if I had known him since he was even younger.

Would his parents have shown me the same hospitality?

Would he have been as rude? Would he have made me want to me more rude?

I wonder if he looked as stupid as all of the other implets running amok in hell when he was young…

Perhaps I’ll visit his parents soon and ask them just that– maybe ask them for a young photo or two of him while I’m there.

I’m closer to them than I am him at this point, anyhow.

GREGORY:Oh my, seems Craig’s little online army doesn’t have a care at all that I’ve taken command of his weblog.

GREGORY: Estella, there are people who are actually curious about thetrueside of things, would you believe that?

ESTELLA:Are youreally fiddling around with that stupid thing over there?

ESTELLA:Of course you couldn’t hold back from sating your bloated ego, you needed electronic strangers to help inflate it even further, you limp, detached and wounded tail of a diseased lizard.

GREGORY:Goodness, there are questions regarding both you and I, you know.

GREGORY:I haven’t so much as talked about myself at all, mind you.

ESTELLA:Why are there people attempting to talk to me through that device.

ESTELLA:Are you truly so stupid as to inform everybody of our whereabouts?

GREGORY:Heavens,no.

GREGORY:Just having some fun, is all.

GREGORY:You should join me with this one, spare yourself a moment why don’t you.

ESTELLA:Ugh, if it will get you off my back, fine.

GREGORY: Now this one asks what our impression of each of those incessant dullards Craig calls friends is.

ESTELLA: All of them are as stale and boring as a long forgotten water biscuit fallen beneath a dumpster.

GREGORY:Right you are.

ESTELLA:Can I get back to what I was doing, now?

GREGORY:Not quite, I think I’d fancy tearing down the walls of each individual here.

GREGORY: It’s only fair that these curious strangers get their just earful.

ESTELLA:[sigh]

ESTELLA:If you insist.

GREGORY: I suppose we might as well start with the most likely focus of interest, the original owner of this log.

GREGORY:Craig.

GREGORY:You know originally, I didn’t have all too much of an issue with this brain dead husk of a man.

GREGORY: I told him.

GREGORY:If he doesn’tfuckwith me, I would have no qualms against him.

ESTELLA:And yet here you are, still plucking splinters from the backside of your head.

GREGORY:I could tell he was going to be a problem from the start, I just figured he’d be too slow and careless to be much of an actualthreat.

ESTELLA:I’d almost say it’s adorable how angry you are over such a nuisance of a boy; But you’refartoo revolting to ever be adorable, so I will just say it’s amusing.

GREGORY:…

GREGORY: I don’t like him.

GREGORY:I’ll leave it at that.

ESTELLA:I couldn’t care less for that gelatinous clump of blue ink.

GREGORY:I suppose next would be his subordinate friend– Clyde, is it?

GREGORY:The one you stupidly chose to take control of.

GREGORY: Over just about any othercandidate.

ESTELLA:Ido not need to be reminded.

ESTELLA:He was simply the most emotionally compromised at the time.

GREGORY: It’s become clear that’s just how he always is.

ESTELLA: You sure took your oh so pleasant time getting me out of that putrid cauldron of body odor and unpleasantly placed hair.

ESTELLA:He’s quite revolting when he’s all alone, do you know this?

GREGORY:Do you mean… more so than you find othermen to be, or…

ESTELLA:Yes, I do mean more so.

ESTELLA: You have no idea the things I had to sit through with that horrid, small manhooded caveman.

GREGORY:I’m sure.

GREGORY:I have no real feelings towards him either way, though he seems a little too keen on Tweek for my liking.

GREGORY:Or, I should say, Tweekseems a little too trusting of him.

GREGORY: So in turn, I am not too fond of him, either.

GREGORY:Now, the one I find the most tolerable of the bunch is certainly Token.

GREGORY:I remember him well from when I was still alive.

GREGORY:Truly, if there were anybody to rival Wendy and I’s intellectual abilities together, it would be him.

ESTELLA: Well, he did throw all of us under the bus by telling Damien exactlywhat we’ve been up to on the surface, so I do not think I canpossiblysee him in the same light as you.

GREGORY: Oh, well I suppose there is that.

ESTELLA: Other than that, I find him a rather boring, simple minded individual.

ESTELLA:He could die the most foul and upsetting death imaginable, and I would not think any different of him– same goes for the rest of those boys.

GREGORY: Mm, well, I still think I find him the most bearable of the bunch.

ESTELLA:If you say so, you blood-drunk man loving tick.

ESTELLA: Let’s talk about the best of the bunch, why don’t we?

GREGORY: Oh? Do you suddenly have a favorite?

ESTELLA:Why yes Ido.

ESTELLA:Stan, of course.

GREGORY:Oh.Him.

GREGORY:That thick-headed, good for nothing drain on society…

GREGORY:That’s who your favorite is?

ESTELLA:Yes indeed.

ESTELLA:I just love it when the real you comes out.

ESTELLA:Look at you now. Can’t help your horns from showing, you’re just soupset that anybody could possibly like that van-hit skunk.

ESTELLA:As if I’d actuallyenjoy him any more than the other bloody idiots.

GREGORY: There are few people more deserving of hell than Stan Marsh.

ESTELLA:I could think of many, but if you take such offense to your own personal death, I won’t stop you from thinking of that.

ESTELLA:My, you’re so much more pleasant to be around when you’re angry…

ESTELLA:My opinion of him is rather neutral, but he’s a man so there isn’t much about him that’s favorable anyways.

GREGORY: Let’s talk about his counterpart instead.

ESTELLA:And who would that be?

GREGORY:Kyle.

GREGORY:The bloke with the ugly green ushanka.

ESTELLA:Oh,thatcollapsed anal cavity of a sewer rat.

ESTELLA:The opinionated one who thinks his insufferably bland words actually matter.

ESTELLA: Rather rich, but that’s all I can give him.

GREGORY:He’s always thought of himself as some sort of martyr of first world problems.

GREGORY:I’m sure if he wasn’t so full of himself he’d be less of a drain to talk to.

ESTELLA:Funny, that’s how I feel about you.

ESTELLA:You’re really just describing yourself, you know.

GREGORY: When I fight for justice, I’m not doing it to make myself feel good.

GREGORY:I do it for those who cannot take action themselves.

ESTELLA:Oh, I’m sure youlovetotell yourself that.

GREGORY:Speaking of selfish drains…

GREGORY:It truly shows how utterly stupid all of Stan’s friends are, still hanging around that tub of lard Eric.

ESTELLA:He didn’t really speak much while I was around, so all he is to me is another worthless sausage on a rusted old pan.

GREGORY: All I saw was that he still looks like he’s 10, and certainly still soundslike it.

ESTELLA:Smells like it, too.

GREGORY:I never did like the boy, he completely ruined an entire covert operation, you know?

GREGORY:Directly caused the death of a fellow comrade.

GREGORY:Of course we were all turned back before the war, thus nullifying all of our actions henceforth, but it still stands that the old paranoid fool he killed never quite was the same.

ESTELLA: Oh, let’s not start thisconversation again.

ESTELLA: You talked my ear off for days on end the last time I decided to indulge in your simplistic babblings of self-perceived hardship.

GREGORY:Though who I find most interesting throughout all of what we went through was who really saved us all in the end.

GREGORY:I hadn’t seen all too much of him beforehand, yet he sacrificed himself for the entire town over in the end.

GREGORY:ThatKennyfellow…

GREGORY:You know, despite spiking me over the head with that lawn ornament earlier, I don’t really have too harsh a thought on him.

GREGORY:I blame Tweek and Thomas for not warning me more than anything, really.

GREGORY:There’s something about him that seemed all too familiar, though, even as a young adult now…

ESTELLA:I am taking advantage of the fact that you look like you’re lost in your tiny, hollowed out peanut shell of a brain to say that I am leaving now.

ESTELLA:There are better things to attend to.

GREGORY: I can’t even remember how he came back from the dead, he just appeared one day, good as new.

GREGORY:I never knew the original ruler of hell personally, only his son of course, but perhaps there was some sort of additional deal made for him to return to the land of the living once more?

GREGORY: Honestly, this perplexes me severely now that I think about it, and I can’t believe I’ve not thought about it more until now.

GREGORY:Needless to say, this one’s an interesting individual, to say the least.

GREGORY:Definitely not one I’d think to trust any time soon, however. He’s far too… suspicious of a person…

GREGORY:Hmm…

GREGORY:Well– that’s all of them I suppose.

GREGORY: Though, hmm…

GREGORY:I could have sworn Craig’s friends had one more on their team…?

GREGORY: I wonder where they could be in all of this mess.

GREGORY: …These are quite fun, I think I may indulge myself in a few more…

GREGORY: I haven’t a clue how we’ll deal with those two poor girls in the other room…

ESTELLA:We leave them be.

ESTELLA:They won’t be coming out any time soon with their door handle melted, anyhow.

GREGORY: Lord, I hardly believe it’s you talking.

GREGORY:I’m surprised you didn’t throw them out a window just for looking at you.

ESTELLA:Oh,so rich coming from the splinter-filled buffoon who nearly crushed entire families in some futile chase.

ESTELLA: If we’ve to be so under cover like you said, why are houses upon houses layered in that horrid black ooze of yours? Hmm?

GREGORY: Sorry I forgot I was talking to the paragon of virtue herself.

GREGORY:As if you wouldn’t have done the same thing or worse in my situation.

ESTELLA:Oh please, I wouldn’t be nearly as uncoordinated or filled with unneeded emotion like you.

GREGORY:I’m rolling my eyes at you, you know.

ESTELLA:I’m sure.

ESTELLA: Speaking of unneeded emotion, however…

ESTELLA:Explain to me, you bloodied menstrual pad of an ill-kept lady, whyyou insist on propping that body up like it’s still alive?

GREGORY:What, would you rather him splayed out on the floor when he comes back?

ESTELLA: I think it would let him know he shouldn’t be happy with his choices today.

ESTELLA: If he hadn’t been such a selfless, love-stricken twat, we wouldn’t be in this mess.

GREGORY:That may be, but we’re here now, and he’ll be back soon.

GREGORY:The least we can do for him is grant him some decency.

ESTELLA: Mm, how typical of you to say.

GREGORY:Oh come on, you can’t say you don’t pity him at least a littlebit?

GREGORY:This would be his first time regenerating.

GREGORY:Wouldn’t you wish the same for yours?

ESTELLA:I don’t thrive off of pity, as much as you wish I would.

ESTELLA:He could wake up at the floor of a cold, empty seabed and nobody but you and that imp would give a damn.

GREGORY:I get it, you’re as cold and empty as the very depths you speak of.

GREGORY:With my mind on the cold, though…

GREGORY:Itis rather cold in here, now that I think about it…

ESTELLA:We’ve spent nearly a decade in hell, you should welcome it.

GREGORY:Well, I’m sure this poor sap would at least enjoy an extra layer or two.

ESTELLA:He’s animp, you vanilla monkey shit sundae.

ESTELLA:He’s exerts far more heat than necessary already.

ESTELLA:Lest you’re planning to burn this whole structure to the ground?

GREGORY: Just because he feelswarm doesn’t mean he iswarm.

GREGORY:At least he’ll wake up knowing someone cares, you crotchety old hag.

ESTELLA:…

ESTELLA: Well, I’m sure he’d be so glad to wake up in someone else’s clothes.

ESTELLA: Of all people’s clothes, especially, you choose the very piss-filled, disease-ridden pit of a person that’s been causing all of his issues from day one.

ESTELLA: My, how thoughtfulof you.

GREGORY: Oh, just because your life’s been squandered of any loving relationship doesn’t mean his has.

GREGORY:If I didn’t know better, I’d find you quite jealous he could hold feelings long enough to be willing to die for another.

ESTELLA: I don’t recall walking into a therapy room, Bellarose.

GREGORY: And I don’t recall asking for your judgement on what I choose to do, Havisham.

ESTELLA:I bet you’d love for me say touché, wouldn’t you?

GREGORY: I wouldn’t expect it from you at this point.

GREGORY:Too eager to defy any man who dares say a word around you.

ESTELLA:Would you quit it with your therapist act, you blubber of a whale’s anus?

ESTELLA: And stop playing dress up with that damned corpse.

GREGORY:[sigh]

GREGORY:Fine.

GREGORY:Isuppose you’re right.

GREGORY:Undressing a dead man’s shirt is certainly not something I’d like to recall doing later on in life.

ESTELLA: You have at least one brain cell in that musty, endless pit of a head, I see.

ESTELLA:Now are you planning on helping with this mess, or are you too busy thinking of the next person you wish to place your meaningless pity upon?

GREGORY: Oh as if you’d need myhelp.

GREGORY:If I recall, you spent the majority of your time walking here telling me not to interfere.

GREGORY:It’s not as if I’ve been dead longer than you.

ESTELLA:How long you’ve been deceased doesn’t suddenly grant you the ability to know how to close a portal to hell, you know.

ESTELLA:Don’tthinkyou have any sort of superiority over me just for being dead a few months longer than I, you regurgitated, corrosive waste of a vulture’s innards.

ESTELLA:I could use a few hands, regardless of how useless you may be.

ESTELLA: So stop wallowing on about how comfortable a dead body should be and help me.

GREGORY:Close it yourself you leather-skinned snake.

ESTELLA:Oh what’s the matter now?

ESTELLA:You’reso ridiculously soft-centered, you know that?

GREGORY:I don’t need your opinion on everything I decide to care about right now!

GREGORY:As if I’d ever want criticism from someone as pathetically try-hard as you, anyhow.

ESTELLA: It’s not like you haven’t been doing the same thing to me, you psychoanalyzing, waterlog-brained dolt.

ESTELLA:Go on then! I don’t need your help.

ESTELLA: Like always, I won’t be letting my feelings get in the way of what needs to be done.

GREGORY: Uhuh, you go ahead and do that!

ESTELLA:I will!

GREGORY:…

GREGORY:Hm…

GREGORY:You know, computers screens have gotten quite thinner since I’ve died.

ESTELLA:Is that really what you choose to think about now?

ESTELLA: After what we just spoke of?

ESTELLA:Howsimple-minded of you.

GREGORY:Well I had no choice but to look away from you, to the only thing of actual interest in this room.

GREGORY:I can’t see how this boy lives in such a tasteless room…

GREGORY:Though…

GREGORY:Hm…

GREGORY:Actually, Estella…

ESTELLA:What is it now,you walking disease of a man?

GREGORY:Looking at this computer…

GREGORY:I haven’t a clue what this site is.

GREGORY:But… what’son it is… quite interesting…

ESTELLA:In what way?

ESTELLA:I’m far too busy with less nonsensical matters to come over and look, you dirty, petrified oaf.

GREGORY:Well…

GREGORY:For as little as this man speaks, he sure seems louder online.

GREGORY:It’s… almost as if Craig wants to lead us right to him…

ESTELLA: Yes, I’m sure he left his computer on exactly for this revelation of yours.

GREGORY:Well then. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I played around with his little site during our down time here.

ESTELLA:How ever so productive of you.

TOKEN:zzz.z..zz…….,.z.,

PHONE:*fucking buzzes*

TOKEN:mhmgngh .h guh…

TOKEN:Huh…

TOKEN: Damn… I fell asleep…

TOKEN: Who’s even calling me–

TOKEN: Oh it’s Nichole.

TOKEN:Hey, babe…

NICHOLE:Token!

NICHOLE:Hi.

NICHOLE: Oh no, are you falling asleep?

TOKEN:No… I promise, I’m awake.

NICHOLE:Okaysure, sle py head.

TOKEN:Mmh…

TOKEN: Is everything alright?

NICHOLE:Um…

NICHOLE:Iguess?

NICHOLE:I don’t kn w.

TOKEN:What doesthatmean.

NICHOLE:Ummmm… I think I’ll explain it when we’re at the farm.

NICHOLE:I just want d to call you and let you know we’re abo t thirty or four y minutes out still?

NICHOLE:How d d you guys even get so  far?

NICHOLE: We saw y ur car on th  way out of town…

NICHOLE:It was still in flames!

TOKEN: One of the guys… like… poofed us here…

NICHOLE: “Poofed?”

NICHOLE: “One of the guys?” Your fri nds???

NICHOLE:Baby you g tta make more s nse than that.

TOKEN:No… like…

TOKEN:Agood…demon.

TOKEN: Or I guess he said he wasn’t a demon…like…

TOKEN: I dunno.

TOKEN: He helped take us here and then left.

NICHOLE:Je us, and yo  ju t trustedhim?

TOKEN:Notreally…

TOKEN: He was just really bent on helping us…

NICHOLE: Th t’s re ll  w

TOKEN: Babe… you’re starting to cut out…

NICHOLE: I k ow, w  re go  g t rou   th  mou   i s…

NICHOLE:W ’l   e t ere s  n.

NICHOLE: I  ove y u.

TOKEN: I love you too…

TOKEN:See you soon.

TOKEN:[yawn]

TOKEN:Man…

TOKEN:How am I supposed to stay up this late…

TOKEN:Today’s been so wild…

KENNY:Hey, uh, Token?

TOKEN:Mn…?

KENNY:How’s Nichole and the others?

KENNY:Not to, like… eavesdrop or anything…

TOKEN:Mm, it sounds like they’re scared…

KENNY:Makes sense.

TOKEN:She said they’re about half an hour out still.

KENNY:Damn. Sure you won’t fall asleep before then?

TOKEN: Yeah I’m gonna try and stay awake.

TOKEN: Shouldn’t be too hard.

KENNY:I feel that.

TOKEN:What about you?

TOKEN:What has you so wide awake?

TOKEN: Just about everybody but Craig is asleep now.

KENNY:Yeahhh…

KENNY: I guess I just can’t sleep.

KENNY:Got stuff on my mind.

TOKEN: Yeah, don’t we all…

KENNY: Heheh, yeah.

KENNY: So, um.

KENNY: I was just wondering, since Craig wouldn’tdarelet me– and considerin’ how he’s feeling, I don’t blame him–

KENNY:Could I borrow your phone?

TOKEN:My phone?

KENNY:Yeah.

KENNY: I’ve been feeling pretty bad about today.

KENNY: I kinda had a manicure appointment scheduled.

TOKEN:A– A manicure?

KENNY:Karen.

KENNY: You know how she paints my nails and such.

TOKEN:Oh, right.

KENNY:Yeah, I got her a new color and she was real excited to try it out.

KENNY:Promised her I’d help her test it.

KENNY:Also considering everything that went on back in town, I’m also just a lil worried in general.

TOKEN: That’s understandable.

KENNY: I sure hope it is!

KENNY: But um.

KENNY:Yeah, could I give her a quick call?

TOKEN:Of course, dude.

TOKEN:Take your time.

KENNY:God,thank you.

KENNY: Times like these I wish my phone wasn’t long busted, y’know?

TOKEN: I really don’t.

KENNY: Haha, yeah, you wouldn’t.

TOKEN: Do you think she’d even be up this late?

TOKEN: We have school tomorrow and all…

KENNY: Oh, probably.

KENNY: If my parents are awake this late– which they definitely are– she’d be awake too.

TOKEN: Alright, well… 

TOKEN: Like I said, take your time.

KENNY: Thanks dude!

KAREN:I totally didn’t even expect that, like!

KAREN:That show is so good with being really realistic, but also keeping the suspense up that makes you all “oh my gosh, who did it…?”

KAREN: Not that either of those really have to be sacrificed for the other, just!!!

KAREN: I like the show a lot. I like watching it with you.

KAREN:Would you maybe wanna watch more tomorrow after sch–

KAREN:?

TRICIA:Wow, who’s calling you this late at night?

KAREN:Oh…

KAREN:Maybe my parents…?

KAREN: I don’t know if I should ignore it or if they’d be more mad if I didn’t take it…

TRICIA:I’m surprised they even noticed you were gone.

KAREN: Yeah… I–

KAREN:I better just take it.

KAREN:Um… hello?

KENNY:Hey Karen!

KAREN:Oh!

KAREN:Kenny?

KENNY: In the fleshphone.

KAREN:How are you calling me?

KAREN:Isn’t your phone broken?

KENNY: Yeah, borrowing a friends.

KENNY:How are you?

KAREN:I’m okay– um.

KAREN:Are you okay?

KAREN: Where are you?

KAREN:You didn’t come home from your friends so I just thought you didn’t want to be home tonight, or…

KENNY:No, no trust me, I wanna be home more than anything.

KAREN: That’s the first time I think I’ve ever heard you say that.

KENNY:Haha.

KENNY: Well I just wanted to say I kinda got caught up in some weird sh– some weird stuff.

KENNY: I didn’t mean to skip out on nail painting.

KENNY: I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise.

KAREN:Oh, well um…

KAREN:I kind of already painted my nails…

KENNY:Oh.

KENNY:Well… how do they look!

KAREN:Good! Tricia helped me.

KENNY:Tricia,huh?

KENNY: Did y’go and see her tonight?

KAREN:Maybe…

KENNY:Hey, beats home.

KAREN:Totally.

KENNY: Well, tell Tricia that Craig says he loves her and wishes he could be there to keep her safe.

KAREN:Oh… r… really?

KAREN:Tricia, Kenny said that… *Craig* said that… he loves you? And wishes he were… home to keep you safe?

KAREN: I don’t really know why he’d be saying that.

TRICIA:Um, ask him what he’s on and then tell him I hate him.

KAREN: I’m not gonna say that!!!

TRICIA: He’s literally across the hallway from me, why is he being weird.

TRICIA: Why is your brother telling us this.

KAREN:Oh… yeah, um–

KAREN:Kenny, Craig is already home in his room.

KAREN: Did he tell you this earlier?

KAREN:Is everything okay?

KENNY:No, no, Craig’s here with me and the guys.

KAREN:Tricia, my brother says Craig is hanging out with Kenny.

TRICIA:Um,no?

TRICIA: I just heard his door close like two minutesago.

KAREN: Kenny, Tricia’s pretty sure Craig is home.

KENNY:Hesuperisn’t.

KENNY: Craig, say hi.

CRAIG:Don’t tell Tricia I love her tell her what thefuckis wrong with you.

KENNY:See?

KENNY:Wait–

KENNY:Karen,is there someone else in the house with you guys?

KAREN:Um, just her parents… but they went to sleep a few hours ago.

KENNY:Karen…

KENNY: Whoever’s messing around in Craig’s room is notCraig.

KENNY:We’re nearly fourty miles out of town at Stan’s farm.

KAREN:Huh…?

KENNY:…

KENNY:Lock the door and turn off the light.

KAREN:Tricia, Kenny says we need to lock the door because…

KAREN:Um.

KAREN:There might be someone in the house… with us…

TRICIA:That’s bullshit.

KAREN:But–

TRICIA:This is a prank.

KAREN:Kenny wouldn’t play a trick on me…

TRICIA:Yeah, and Craig’s too boring, but his friends aren’t.

TRICIA:They’re probablyallin on this.

KAREN: But… maybe we should still listen?

TRICIA: No, that’s what they want us to do.

KAREN: I don’t–

TRICIA: Trust me, it’ll be fine.

TRICIA:They’re just trying to scare us.

TRICIA: We can’t let them get to us.

KAREN:T-Trish–

KAREN: Wh-what if it is someone else in the house?

KAREN: What do– what do we do???

KAREN:I’m scared…!

TRICIA:Karen, if it reallyis someone bad, I’ll protect you.

TRICIA:I wouldn’t let anything happen to you.

KAREN:…

TRICIA:(Just stay quiet…)

TRICIA: (They’re probably expecting to hear us…)

TRICIA: (Turn your phone down, I can hear your brother yelling on the other side.)

KAREN:(U-um… okay…)

TRICIA:…

TRICIA:See?

TRICIA:I knew it.

TRICIA:They’re just trying to fucking scare us.

KAREN:Is that Craig?

TRICIA:Too short to be Craig, probably their idiot friend Clyde or something.

TRICIA:HEY!

TRICIA:You’re not tricking us.

TRICIA: Stop shitting on our night you freaks, get a life!

KAREN: T-Tricia, your parentsaresleeping–

TRICIA: They’re heavy sleepers, trust me–

TRICIA:Are you listening to me? Get the fuck out of here and don’t try and scare Karen again.

TRICIA: I’ll kick ALLyour asses if you d…

TRICIA: If you don’t… g…

KAREN & TRICIA:a…

GREGORY & ESTELLA: 

TRICIA:Okay maybe your brother was right.

KAREN: T-T-Tricia I think th- I think we should close th–

KAREN:We sh-should close the door, I, um. Um.

TRICIA:Yeah.

TRICIA:Yeah.

TRICIA:Okay.

TRICIA:Tell your brother sorry and hang up.

TRICIA:We’ll lock the door.

KAREN: K-Kenny um.

KAREN: Yeah there’s someone else here.

KAREN:Sorry.

KAREN: I love you.

KAREN:Talk to you soon.

KENNY:Wait– K–

CRAIG:Yeah, like…

CRAIG: I don’t really get out of my friend circle that often… so most of these guys I don’t know like, at all…

CRAIG:I can’t even tell if that asshole “Tweek” guy was ever even a real person to begin with.

CRAIG:What kind of name is Tweek, anyways…

CRAIG:He doesn’t even know what a barnis.

CRAIG: And that one chick, I’m pretty sure I heard she was alive before, but like.

CRAIG:I’ve never seen her in my life.

CRAIG: I don’t think any of us have.

CRAIG:She looks kind of like a bitch anyways.

CRAIG:What fucking right did she think she had, possessing Clyde like that…

CRAIG:As for the other three…

CRAIG:Pip was always so… like.

CRAIG:Stupid.

CRAIG: He was way too nice, super gullible, and he always tried to butt his way into things.

CRAIG:I can’t tell you how many times I had to slam the door on him when he’d try and show up to my parties.

CRAIG: He also just looked like a huge nerd.

CRAIG:But now…

CRAIG:I mean he still looks like a nerd, but…

CRAIG:He’s…

CRAIG:He’s definitely more assertive.

CRAIG:I’ve never liked him before.

CRAIG:And after today, I never, ever will.

CRAIG:That Gregory guy…

CRAIG: He was like, the annoying theater kid who always had some way to one-up you in his pocket.

CRAIG:He was pretentious and a know-it-all.

CRAIG:But I never really hung around him that much.

CRAIG:He had his own theater clique anyways.

CRAIG:And now he’s got weird ooze hands that come out of his mouth and stuff.

CRAIG:Like, after all these years he still has nothing useful coming out of his mouth.

CRAIG:How the fuck is he so okay with that shit.

CRAIG: Also does he think he looks good with that pony tail?

CRAIG:He’s so disgusting.

CRAIG: He still thinks he’s hot shit though. I can see it in his stupid demon eyes.

CRAIG:And Thomas…

CRAIG:Thomas…

CRAIG: He’s only been gone for a year and a half.

CRAIG: He’s still…–

CRAIG:–I mean no, he’s definitely changed.

CRAIG:Whyelsewould he be hanging out with the group that killed Jimmy.

CRAIG: He’d never fucking do that when he was alive.

CRAIG:He’d never associate himself with douche bags like that, and yet here he is, snapping along to their stupidsongs.

CRAIG: How could he do that to me– to us?

CRAIG:…

CRAIG:Maybe it is all just my fault after all.

CRAIG:I think all I really need to say is, I’m pretty sure I hate almost every single one of them.

CRAIG:And as much as they’ve changed, they somehow haven’t changed at all, either.

GREGORY:Justwhy the hell are we going back into town?!

ESTELLA:How many times do I need to tell you, you sun-dried scab off a decrepit man’s back?

ESTELLA:We need to devise a plan.

ESTELLA: What you did back there was foolish, unthought, and I’m fairly surprised nobody has you at the end of a pitch forkyet.

GREGORY:Oh, so you can try and throw a couple of joe-soap victims off a bridge, but chasing after them is just tooout of line, is it?

ESTELLA: Perhaps chasing them would be fine, if you hadn’t crushed everything in your path to get to them; you rough, low hanging moose testicle.

ESTELLA:My ways would have been efficient– quick and to the point– but somebody had to make a grand show today, didn’t they?

ESTELLA:Hadfun running around doing whatever you wanted, didn’t you.

GREGORY:I was handling everything just fine, and you knowit.

GREGORY: Maybe if you were better at possessing that chubby, hairy runt, I could have gotten rid of Stanley from the start.

ESTELLA: I’m not the issue you corpulent, bacteria-ridden rodent carcass! 

ESTELLA:You know damn well I needed more time to control him than one single day.

ESTELLA:Andyou thought you could do everything on your own.

ESTELLA: You thought, “Oh, if I don’t let that poor old bitch out, I don’t ever have to deal with her superior plan ever again! I’m so ridiculously smart!”

GREGORY: I do not sound like that!

GREGORY: Maybe if the others picked up their slack, I wouldn’t have had to call youout in the first place!

ESTELLA:Oh!

ESTELLA:Oh, I see how it is!

ESTELLA: If you hadn’t let me out, everything would be just sunshine and roses, would it now?

ESTELLA:Is that what you’re saying, you filthy, rancid pustule swell? Is it?

ESTELLA:Ifyou hadn’t left me inside that small testicled man-child, the son of Satan wouldn’t know we’re out here right now!

ESTELLA:It’s your fault any of this is a problem!

GREGORY:Now listen here, you… youuu…!!!

GREGORY:Rrrg!

GREGORY:You better pick a damn side here with what you want!

GREGORY: You’re the dipsy twat who decided to possess anybody at all, and you think it’s my responsibility to take you out of there?

GREGORY:Did you want to stay in him or not?!

ESTELLA: It doesn’t matter what I wanted, it–

GREGORY: Oh, so now it doesn’t matter what you wanted, hmm?

GREGORY:Isthat what I’m hearing for you now?

ESTELLA:Oh, quiet you!

ESTELLA:You plan to improvise if something goes wrong!

GREGORY:You can’t plan an improvision, that’s an oxymoron in of itself!

ESTELLA: You’ve ran out of arguments so you nit pick my words instead, huh.

GREGORY:That’s right!

GREGORY:Maybe if you weren’t so impeccably stupid it wouldn’t have gotten to this point.

ESTELLA:You really are a child at heart still.

ESTELLA:The devil’s out there, and he’s going to be on our tails, and you choose to do this with your time.

GREGORY:We’re still walking, are we not?!

GREGORY:I know he’s on our ass!

GREGORY:We’reawesome at what we do, he’d be a fool not to be!

ESTELLA: That is true.

MIKE: Hey– you’re supposed to be helping people get ready in the make up room.

DAMIEN:What.

MIKE:You’re supposed to be doing your job, per se.

DAMIEN:I’m on break.

MIKE:Break ended five minutes ago.

DAMIEN:Yeah okay sure.

DAMIEN:I could send you to hell right now you know.

MIKE:Whatever, man…

DAMIEN:…

DAMIEN: God I love doing absolutely fucking nothing.

ESTELLA: Is that all, now?

ESTELLA:Did you get everything out of your system, you dog-feces packed rug on a rotten wooden floor.

GREGORY:No, not quite.

GREGORY:Would you mind not dragging the poor sap’s corpse across the pavement?

GREGORY: All that’s going to do is prolong his revival.

ESTELLA:You care about the decency of a corpse, do you?

GREGORY: If we’re walking through a town full of red-neck, american blokes with shot guns at the ready, then yes. I do.

GREGORY:He’s also still our friend, like it or not.

ESTELLA:I do not have friends, you silly bleeding heart of a man.

ESTELLA: You are all nothing more than accomplices. 

GREGORY:Oh I’m sure you think so.

ESTELLA:Iknowso.

GREGORY:Y–

ESTELLA:Shut up.

ESTELLA:What are you doing with it.

GREGORY: Carrying him with some decency, you hag.

ESTELLA:I hardly see how carrying it like that will stop very many people from screaming bloody murder, anyways.

ESTELLA:Honestly, it’s a shame you actually have a heart under all of that blubbery skin of yours.

ESTELLA: You’re going to get blood all over yourself, you know.

GREGORY:Donot remind me.

GREGORY:Why do you think I put on gloves.

ESTELLA:Let’s just get somewhere quiet for the night and figure out our next course of action, shall we?

GREGORY:Whatever you say, your highness.

TOKEN: Clyde… knock it off…

TOKEN:You’re kinda freaking us out.

CLYDE: I’m freaking you out?

CLYDE: Oh well that’s a shame now, isn’t it?

CLYDE: Your puss-filled elephant’s foot of a friend isn’t here right now, sorry to say.

CLYDE:And very soon,none of you will be.

CRAIG:Dude, what is your problem?

CLYDE:Oh,myproblem?

CLYDE: My problem is that this swollen, decaying fistula ratted me out.

CLYDE:Rattedall of usout.

GREGORY:Hewhat?

CLYDE:Yes, I heard it from the latrine.

CLYDE:While this “Clyde” fellow was having a break down in a piss-soaked petrol station washroom, his friend over here was raving all about us to the Devil’s son himself.

TOKEN:Wh–

TOKEN:Heaskedme!

TOKEN:Clyde,what the hell are you talking about–

CLYDE:Shut your mouth!

CLYDE:I’m not Clyde, and I wont even so much as thank you to call me as such.

CLYDE:We were meant to bide our bloody time.

CLYDE:Supposed to escape silently through your brainless meat stick of a friend’s portal.

CLYDE:But now we can’t be so silent.

CLYDE:So dumb as to contact anybody through a ouija board, you truly do deserve everything I’m about to do to you.

PIP:(Nice to see you, old friend.)

PIP:(Sorry to see our reunion couldn’t have been under better circumstances.)

THOMAS: Y-you know, we really don’t need to do this…

THOMAS: W-we… I mean we could–

GREGORY:Thomas, I’ve toldyou.

GREGORY:Keep your input to yourself.

GREGORY: These issues are much greater than your feelings.

TOKEN:D-dude…

TOKEN: Whoever you are…

TOKEN:We’renothere to hurt you guys.

TOKEN:We… we were high, did some stupid stuff, and forgot about it the next day.

CLYDE:Oh yes, you’d think that ignorant, wouldn’t you.

CLYDE:You shredded bits of bloodied placenta have no clue the sorts of things you lot have done, have you?

CLYDE:Maybe not to me, but it really just gives me a reason for all of the things I’d like to do to you. Not that I’d hesitate either way.

GREGORY: Then would you just get on with it already, Estella?

CLYDE:Impatient scrotal sac of a decrepit old man.

CLYDE:[sigh]

CLYDE:I suppose I’ve dwelled within this grotesque husk long enough…

TOKEN: Wait, what are…

TOKEN: What’s happening–

GREGORY:I didn’t even know you’d gone off and squealed so soon.

GREGORY: Here I thought I really wouldn’t have to hurt any of you…

TOKEN:You–

CRAIG:You guys killed Jimmy!

KYLE:Theywhat?!

GREGORY:I told you, that was a miscalculation.

TOKEN:D… Damien told me we all deserved it!

GREGORY: Well, maybe you do, seeing what you’ve done.

CRAIG:Whatwe’vedone?!

STAN: Get your head out of your ass, Gregory!

KYLE:Oh my god what is coming out of Clyde’s back.

CARTMAN:Grody,what the fuck.

GREGORY:Oh, I’ll tell you who’s coming out–

ESTELLA:No, you won’t.

I read Great Expectations… Pip/Herbert …

en español e ingles por que originalmente lo hice en español alchile y tuve que traducirlo

well i’m back with some south park content

sketches from last year lol,It seems that I have only done my comfort characters these last few months