South Park: Stick of Truth Imagines

Lady of Darkness (Clyde x Reader) Part 1

“Damn fatass,” Clyde muttered. He was sick of that fucking fat boy bossing him around. And now he was banished from time and space? No way. He had a plan for revenge, he just needed a little help.

As he walked out of Kuppa Keep, his eyes landed on the healer, y/n. She was pretty well known amongst the humans, being the best healer in the land. In fact, Clyde had gone to see her a few times after he had taken a number of hard hits in battle. She was pretty cool for a girl.

An idea came to him as he entered No Man’s Land and a grin played on is lips. He had found the last piece of the puzzle for his revenge. He hurried home and began to put his plan into action.

As the day ended, everyone started to head home. You locked up the snacks, said goodbye to Mrs. Cartman, and began the walk home. Suddenly, you were pulled into the ally between the post office and Tweek Bros. A hand covered your mouth, keeping you from screaming. You looked at your assailant and immediately recognized him. “Clyde?” you asked. He smiled.

“Hello, y/n,” he said, “I have a proposition for you.” You looked at him curiously, motioning for him to go on.  “You see, I for one am sick and tired of that fat ass ordering us around, withholding snacks, and basically being a dick. So how would you like to help me get revenge?”

You took a moment to think. Clyde did have a point, but betraying Kuppa Keep means instant and eternal banishment. And you were the humans’ best healer. Then again, fat ass was always taking your share of snacks, even though you heal dozens of warriors a day. You shrugged,

“Why the fuck not,” you said. Clyde grinned.

“Excellent…”

It’s been a week since you left Kuppa Keep and joined Clyde. You heard through the carrier raven that search parties have been sent out to look for you. Luckily, no one has thought to check Clyde’s house, him being banished from time and space, so you were safe. At the moment, you were watching over as the recruited troops built the tree fortress from Clyde’s room.

“Where does this go, boss?” a Cyclops called up from the ground. You looked down at the blueprints.

“Second floor, east wing!” you yelled down. He saluted you and went back to work. Being Clyde’s second in command, you were given a lot of respect, something you could get used to since Cartman had belittled you so much. It was nice to be on the other end of the spectrum.

After you joined Clyde, he had declared you his second in command. You wasted no time getting troops together and drawing out the floor plans of his fortress. One thing you realized was drawing a blueprint and actually building the fortress were two totally different things. But that didn’t stop you.

After leaving Kuppa Keep and your title as a healer, you changed into a whole new you. You weren’t the quiet, calm healer who put up with fat ass wizard’s shit. You were a general of a growing army who didn’t put up with any kind of bullshit. Two soldiers were screwing around while they should be working? You whooped both their asses and gave them extra work. Needless to say, it was only a matter of days until the group of recruits transformed into a well working army machine.

You heard the door open and turned to see Clyde wearing his Ruler of Darkness outfit. The only things that were missing were his crown, which was on the desk, and his robe, which you were currently working on. “How’s my robe coming?” he asked.

“Almost done,” you said, “I just need to pin it to the right length and hem it.” Clyde stood on a chair while you kneeled and pinned the end of the robe so it was long enough to give that dramatic effect, but not too long that he would trip over it.

While you were doing this, Clyde kept sneaking glances at you. He had to admit, you adjusted from quiet, gentle healer to a stern, respected general. You must have let out all of the emotions you had bottled up under Cartman’s reign and just took control of the troops. And you weren’t bad looking. In fact, to him you looked pretty damn fine in your dark uniform.

Stern, sarcastic, sassy, and sexy. A great list of traits in his opinion. “Stop moving, you dick,” you said, taking the pins out of your mouth. Clyde looked down at you.

“I will soon be ruler of darkness and take over the world!” he boasted.

“A ruler with a lopsided robe,” you retorted, “Now stop moving.” As he turned his head back, Clyde heard you mutter something including genitalia and a string of curse words as a few pins fell to the floor. He smirked. Yes, once he got the stick, you would be his lady of darkness, he’d make sure of it.