Summary: Possibly the first-ever South Park fanfic where Damien is explicitly heterosexual---not that he can get anyone to believe it! Demrietta, Damien and Pip friendship, anti-Dip humor.
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A lot had changed for Damien in the last five years.
The first, and most obvious, was just the fact that he had gotten older, though unfortunately that didn't seem to have many positive points. He was a little taller but still short, his squeaky voice refused to change no matter how much he wanted it to, and his temper---well, hitting puberty had done little to stifle that.
Why I went into the wood, I don't quite know; I'd heard something, as if there was an animal in pain, but it was already getting darkish and my brother Evan suggested I was a bloody idiot to even bother looking. I suppose it might have had something to do with the fact that I'd just had my seventeenth birthday, whereas he was only fourteen, so naturally, I couldn't possibly be the one who suggested we run away.
The wood I mentioned isn't a public one; in fact, the general populace would have quite a problem getting to it, as it's on an island in the middle of a lake on my auntie's estate. Actually, I suppose it's Dad's estate now, as aunt Es
That was why I was up at daybreak on a gloomy Monday morning, trudging down to the boathouse in my Wellies and plastic mac. I knew Evan wouldn't rest until he'd proved for himself I was lying my head off, so whatever it was in the tomb, I had to find out fast.
Despite knowing it was pretty much in the middle of the wood, it still took me ten minutes to locate it again, the moans I'd heard before sending shivers down my spine as I stood outside the darkened entrance.
'Hello ?'
My rather tentative query floated into the darkness, plainly issuing from someone whose knees were shaking quite badly. The moans stopped abruptly, though the c