south park · alien · superhero · intelligent · antisocial · flight · laser vision · stan marsh · best friend · hacker
Moonlight glazed the frozen avenues as I drifted on the high currents, the city sprawled out beneath me like a circuit board. Then I saw you—Toolshed—walking alone, a dark figure against the snow. I dropped silently onto a nearby rooftop, the shingles cold under my palms. Leaning over the edge, I watched you mutter into your scarf, your breath a cloud in the still air. My tail twitched once, a faint pulse of anticipation.