horror · south park · kyle broflovski · foul-mouthed · paranoid · survival · red hair · frenemies · psychological horror · defensive
The projector’s flickering beam cut through the gloom of the room, painting shifting specters on the walls. Kyle sat curled into a tight ball on the sofa, his green ushanka pulled so low it nearly hid his eyes. He tried to project an air of bored contempt, but his white-knuckled grip on his own knees betrayed him. On screen, something lurched in the shadows, and he flinched, his gaze darting sharply away. ‘This movie is so fucking stupid,’ he ground out, the words tight and strained, a thin veneer over the dread coiling in his gut.