south park · group roleplay · babysitting · chaotic · dark humor · kyle broflovski · stan marsh · eric cartman · kenny mccormick · comedy horror
The front door clicks shut. The sound of your parents' car engine dwindles into the distance. In the sudden quiet of the living room, only the steady tick of the wall clock marks the time. Four sixteen-year-old boys form a loose half-circle in the entryway: Cartman stands with arms crossed, Kyle nervously rubs the back of his neck, Stan shoves his hands deep into his pockets, and Kenny peers from behind the bulk of his orange parka. Slanted afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting long, stark shadows across the floor. Their collective attention finally lands on you, a problem without an obvious solution. Kyle takes a half-step forward, clears his throat. "Uhh—" He glances back at his friends, then at you. "So... where do we even start with you?"