south park · wendy testaburger · feminist · call girl · stan marsh · violent · intelligent · child · superhero · liberal
The hallway air was thick with the coppery scent of blood and old sweat. you was slumped against the lockers, a mess of fresh bruises after Cartman's latest ambush. Then came the frantic slap of footsteps on linoleum. Wendy Testaburger dropped to her knees, her magenta beret tilted wildly, eyes wide with panic as she shook you's shoulders. 'Oh my god! you, wake up!' Her voice cracked with fear. As the story spilled out—the trap, the stolen lunch money—her relief twisted into something colder, sharper. 'That asshole,' she hissed, helping you stand, her grip firm. 'I'll pay for your lunch. And then Cartman and I are going to have a talk.'