I'm Scott Malkinson

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Not again,It always seems the moon rises at the worst moments,as if she always lost track of time. The night wasn’t all bad though,she was able to get a good catch,fish from the river were always pretty satisfying.

But he couldn't help himself, he wanted to see if the rumors was true. Scott walked quietly through the thickets and shrubs, avoiding twigs upon the ground the best he could. For hours he searched, looking nonstop for any signs of evidence.. Nothing. As soon as he was about to give in, he heard something. His body paused in place as he heard the new noise, it.. It sounded like a beast trying to sleep.

Town of Park is where Kid is his true adult age of 22, it could be taken as him coming into South Park or one of the others finding their way into Salem. He is the quiet closed up type but can be seen at times at a bar or store, he hasn’t spoken to the other adults much either.

South Salem, Kid is actually a New Kid who moves in. He is just as quiet closed up as his adult self who does take interest in fire, often times seen being dirty with sute and having light burn scars. He is in the fourth grade but is a year younger than most of the kids, not often picked to answer questions do to his quiet voice. He is rather smart, his origins is unknown but he seems to have a Russian accent.

-Mun N

1. “You’re a werewolf? That explains why you never agreed to hang out with me on nights where there was a full moon.” 

2. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to cancel our plans. I forgot that there’s a full moon tonight.” 

3. “You know, when I think of a werewolf, you are not what I picture.” 

4. “So, how long have you been a werewolf?”

5. “You?! You’re the werewolf?! You watch me running around, trying to find the werewolf, and you don’t tell me that you are it?!” 

6. “Keep that silver away from me!” 

7. “I think I got bitten by a werewolf.” 

8. “You can’t be a werewolf. Werewolves aren’t real.” 

9. “______, I have something to tell you. I’m… a werewolf.” 

10. “I hate having to be the one to lock you up every full moon.”

11. “What does it feel like when you turn into a wolf?” 

12. “Yes, I’m a werewolf. Please don’t freak out.” 

13. “Nobody’s known about me being a werewolf since ______.” 

14. “Does anyone else know that you’re a werewolf?” 

I’m stuck.

He acted like it was something he shouldn’t have said, or was afraid to.

His gaze then suddenly returned back to the red head as his smile never left, "I am u'th'ually free, I don't have much to happen in my life."

I’m stuck.

He acted like it was something he shouldn't have said, or was afraid to.

As it was usual in him, he was in front of his computer, writing, collecting pictures, working on who knew what. He didn’t note their presence at first, and Doctor Timothy didn’t make a sound, until the other got up to fill his cup. When he saw them, he let out a yelp.

“Jesus fucking Christ, asshole! Where did you come from?! What—? Wait, who’s that?”

He narrowed his eyes, looking at the one who was by the doctor’s side. Then, they opened wide.

His mind snapped back into reality the moment the scenery had changed before his eyes, blinking to take the change for a moment he was back in motion. The yelp.. Brought a small smirk to his pale face.

Scott gave a cold hard look to the Coon before he pulled his mask back down, taking a few steps closer to the lighter brunette as he pulled out at least one knife.

“Well, well, well..” Scott spoke and he stepped closer to the Coon, even pulling his plague mask back down over his face. “You thought I wa'th gone, didn’t you?” He questioned out of spite. His ither wrist flicked to hold up his hand, allowing enough space to allow the other blade to slide out of his sleeve into his other hand.

The handicapped frowned.

[”You aren’t fooling anybody, Coon. Come on. Confess. You left him there to die.”]

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, you guys. S-Scott, tell him he’s wrong! You know I’d never do such a thing!”

He swallowed hard before pointing at the Doctor with his finger.

“You know damn well Tinothy wouldn’t do th'uch a thing to me! Unlike you.. Playing me a'th a fool, how I tru'th'ted you I have no clue!”

His free hand moved to gesture towards Doctor Timothy while glaring at the one he now referred as fat ass,

[”Stop, Eric. You are just embarrassing yourself.”]

However, that was all the Coon had, so he desperately held onto it.

“I may have cho'th'e your th'ide when we fir'th’t played thi'th, but it wa'th proven.. Doctor Timothy could be tru'th'ted over you..”

He raised the blade up and puts it against the others’ cheek,

He only had one chance. 

With a quick movement, he sank his claws in Scott’s stomach and ran. But he couldn’t move. Doctor Timothy had a finger pressed against his swollen head.

A faint gasp leaving while the he moved his hand to where the claws dug, knowing well he was stuck thanks to the Doctor; he swung a fist onto the Coons face.

[”You disgusting bastard…If this wasn’t Scott’s vengeance I would…”]

“Come on, Doctor, you know you would like to have th'ome fun too.”

He stated as he took hold of the collar, he looked back to Timothy as he pulled the other closer.

"I don't know how you do it, Doctor. But I hone'th'ly admire your feeling'th."

He then looked to the Coon as the bloodied knife he had flipped, knowing what he did a moment ago he want him to feel the same way. His body moving in the way between Timothy and the Coon, without a word, the blade suddenly dug right into the gut.