This day wasn't as any other day for Y/N L/N. Normally, he'd just wake up, and get himself ready for the day, but today was quite an unusual day for him, because today was the day when his family was going to move back to South Park. The city where he was born and he lived for most of his life, before his family had to move because his father was transferred to the Countriss Police Department.

As for his time in Countriss. It was good, for most of it's time. He lived a typical life of a boy his age, before the accident which completely took his sight away, changing everything in his life. He had to learn how to deal with the new of his life, and the first days were one of the worst periods of his life, but luckily for him, his family and friends he made after he moved there were there for them when they needed him.

As for this moment, he was staring out of the window, not caring that he couldn't see the surroudings. He was just staring forward himself, thinking about many things.

How much his friends has changed since the last time he saw them?

How would they react to his disability which he didn't had the last they saw him? Will they accept it?

"Y/N. We're here." The sound of Jack, his father's voice took him away from his thoughts.

"Thank you for telling me." He said to his father, politely, as he and his family got themselves out of their car. The truck of the moving company parked their vehicle as well, and the two men that were working for this company got out of their vehicle as well.

The two men made their way to the back of their truck, and opened it revealing the furniture and the things that were the property of Y/N's family. They all, even Y/N began taking he things inside the house, and Y/N held a box of his things in order to get them into his room, even though his parents insisted that they and the moving company can handle it themselves. He didn't know what to think about his parents and how they became too overprotective of him ever since the accident, even though they didn't paid too much attention to him before it happened. It may be because of the thought that something could've happened to him again, because of his disability.

He made his way inside of his room, and put the box inside of it. His parents decided that his room was going to be the first one to be set up. Y/N didn't mind it at all. As he walked out of his room, and began to walk towards the stairs, a question popped into his mind. He wondered if his dad took his punching which was a gift for his birthday from Will who wanted him to train on it to the basement.

"Clara, is that you?" Suddenly a familiar sounded in his ears.

"Sharon?" Just as Y/N thought. This voice belonged to Sharon Marsh. The mother of Stan Marsh, one of his old friends. He could hear them hug each other.

"I'm really glad to see you. I heard that someone bought your old house, but I was not excepting to be you." Sharon said, as they realeased each other from the hug.

"Yes. They transfered Jack back here, and we found out that our old house was still for sale, so we decided to move back to it." Clara explained.

"That's goo..." Sharon tried to say but was interrupted.

"Mom." The voice had interrupted them both, as the two women turned to the source of it to see Y/N, standing in the doorway, "Did dad took my punching bag to the basement?"

"It's nice to see you again, Y/N..." Sharon said, before she cut herself in the middle of the sentence, as she saw that Y/N had his eyes covered by a black glasses, and that he held a cane in front of him.

"Your dad took it to the basement, Y/N. Just as you wanted." His mom replied to Y/N's question.

"Thank you, mom and hello to you as well Mrs. Marsh, It's good to hear your voice again." Y/N said with a small wave of his hand, before quickly turning back to the house. As he was walking up the stairs towards his old room, he could feel Sharon's heartbeat getting quicker and louder from the moment she saw him.

"What happened to him?" He heard Sharon ask his mom, in complete shock.

"He had an accident over a year ago... He lost his sight." His mom answered to Sharon's question.

"... Oh my go. Clara, I'm so sorry about it." Sharon was completely stunned by the revelation that Nathan had been blind for over a year now, "How did you all take it? You, Jack and Y/N?"

''First months were tough for all of us, especially for my son. He had to taught himself how to read again, how to write again. Thankfully, Will, one of our neighbours who was blind since he was born was there when Y/N needed him and these two became really good friends during these months, before he had to leave the town." Clara explained, as Y/N became a little sad at the mention of Will. To this day, he wondered where he had ventured to and what his last words meant.

"I'll back when you'll be ready." Those words were still bugging him. For what Will needed him? He knew that this training was for something, but Will never told him why. At first, Y/N had just jumped into conclusion that it was meant to make his other senses better, but now he had his doubts.

Not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation between his mom and Sharon, Y/N went into his room in order to prepare himself for the walk. Since his youngest years, Y/N loved to go on the long walks, and him becoming blind a year ago didn't changed that. He walked up to his desk which was already put in it's place by his father, and a few things were on it.

He left most of them on their place, and only took his wallet, his phone, and his keys with him. He put all of these things in this pocket. He knew that the only thing he might use during his walk was going to be his phone if his parents, or someone from Countriss would call him. When he had everything he needed, he went outside where his mom still talked with Sharon.

Y/N was happy that his mother was already catching up with one of her friends from this town.

"Mom, I'm going on the walk." He explained, as he stopped before them.

"Okay, just be careful out there." His mom said to him.

"Mom, I know South Park like my own pocket, even though I wasn't here for a few years." Y/N assured him mom, then he turned his attention to Sharon, "Oh, and Mrs. Marsh. Could you not tell Stan, or any of my old friends that I'm back? I want them to find out for themselves."

"Don't worry, Y/N. I won't." Sharon said, and Y/N could feel that it was a bit forced.

"Thank you." Y/N said, as he turned to leave, then he began to walk along the sidewalk, swinging his cane around. He was passing the houses of his old neighbours in the process. He could hear what was happening inside of their houses, but he ignored it as he was enjoying his walk through the town. This walk was a really long one it amazed him that he didn't came across someone he knew during his walk.

He only heard a familiar scream when he passed Tweek Bros Coffehouse. He even considered walking into it, but quickly shut down this idea, not wanting to interrupt Tweek in his work.

He finally decided to give himself a small break, as he sat down on the bench. He could hear the conversation that the people had in the distance, but he ignored them, just like he did when he passed the houses of his old neighbours. As the minutes passed, questions began to flew through his head. He wondered about his still have changed. Some of the things could have changed during all those years while some of them most likely stayed the way there were.

Were Stan and Wendy still a thing? Most likely.

Were Kyle and Cartman still fighting with each other? Of course they were. It was one of the things that'll never change.

Was Tweek still addicted to coffee? From what he heard when he passed his parents coffee shop, yes.

He was taken away from his thoughts when he heard someone sit next to him. He could feel that the person was eyeing for a few moments.

"Y/N?" The person who now sat next to him spoke up after a moment. Y/N knew that voice from somewhere. He thought for a few moments who could that be, before a realization hit him, when this person asked another question, "Holy shit, it is you!"

It took Y/N a moment to realize who this person was, "Kenny McCormick. It's nice to hear your voice, again." he said, a small smile growing on his face.

"Holy shit, dude. I can't bel..." Kenny cut himself in the middle of the sentence as he noticed something new about Y/N. He noticed his black glasses, and a cane in his right hand, "What...''

"If I what I think you're want to say is correct, then yes. I lost my sight." Y/N confirmed Kenny's a suspicion with a nod.

"Dude, what happened to you?" Kenny wanted to know. He couldn't believe in two things at this moment. He couldn't believe that Y/N was back in South Park, and he didn't even sent a word to anyone that he was going back here, and that he was blind. What the hell happened to him?

"I had an accident over a year ago." Y/N explained, "But don't worry about it. First months were tough, but I had gotten used to it."

"But, how? How did that happened?" Kenny asked another question.

"A truck which was transporting some dangerous toxins had a crash on the street, and I was one of the people which were affected by it, but my case was probably the worst of all people because some of the toxins got into my eyes and I wasn't able to see ever since." Y/N explained. He didn't mind telling this story to anyone. He knew that some of his old friends in South Park would be curious about how he lost his sight.

"I'm sorry hear that..." Kenny said. He didn't exactly knew what to say. He was suprised that Y/N spoke with such calm at the story of the accident which blinded him.

"Yeah. Me too." Y/N said back.

Then an awkward silence filled the place. Y/N and Kenny, neither of them knew what to say to each other, before Kenny asked, "So, how was Countriss?"

"It was good. I lived an usual life of a guy my age for most of time. I think you already know what I mean. I quickly found some people to hang out with, and they were there for me after I lost my sight." Y/N replied, as Kenny nodded his head in understanding, "What about you? How was South Park after I left?"

"Things were as usual in this city. Some weird shit happened, but these stories are a long ones, so I'm not going to talk about them. At least at this moment." Kenny stated.

"It's okay." Y/N assured him, then asked, "Just tell me how everyone else were doing. Start with yourself."

"Things are actually better for me than they were when you left. My parents are not drinking as much as they did, and found a job for themselves, which does not includes them making drugs as they did in the past." Kenny explained.

"Good for you, buddy." Y/N smiled, as he gave him a thumbs up, feeling happy that things were slowly getting better for Kenny. He deserved it.

"Thanks." Kenny smiled back.

"What about our favourite fat ass?" Y/N asked. Things were actually interesting with Cartman when he left the town, "For how long his relationship with Heidi lasted?"

"I lasted quite long. Much longer than any of us excepted. They broke up so many times, but they always got back together, mostly because Cartman begged her to come back to him, which lead to Heidi turning herself into a female Cartman." Kenny replied, and Y/N had to admit it to himself. The last part suprised him, a lot.

"Wait? Heidi Turner as a female Cartman?" Y/N asked, not believing it. Heidi was one of the nicest kids in the school.

"Yes. She did." Kenny confirmed it with a nod, "But don't worry about it. When she left him, once and for all, she came back to her older self. As for Cartman, he is still the biggest asshole you can met in this town."

"What about Kyle?" Y/N asked another question, nodding his head in understanding at the last part about Cartman's and Heidi's story.

"He's doing well. He still hangs out mostly with me, Stan, and Cartman, but recently, he's been hanging out a lot with Bebe." Kenny answered.

"Bebe? Didn't she put him on the last place of the list, which almost made him burn the school to the ground?" Y/N pointed out.

"Yes, but they both act towards each other like this incident never happened." Kenny began, "And believe me. It still wonders, me and the rest, why these two aren't with each other, yet. As for his brother, he mostly hangs out with my sister, and Craig's sister."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Now, you probably want to me to tell you about Stan."

"You already answered that question." Y/N stated.

"Nothing much changed with him. He still goes out with Wendy, and his sister is not the bitch she used to be." Kenny gave a short and quick answer.

Y/N nodded his head in understanding, once again, as he rised up from the bench, "I think I should go now and help my parent with setting up our house."

Kenny stood up from the bench, as well as he joined Y/N's side, "I'll walk you to your house. I was heading back to my house, anyway, before I spotted you."

"Okay, then." Y/N said, as took a step forward, "Shall we go, mate?"

Kenny nodded his head, before the two of them began to head towards Nate's house. As they were walking, Kenny told Y/N more things about what has changed after he left South Park, and Y/N was suprised by the answer, because not many things has changed. Most of the things stayed pretty much the same. They also talked about the school.

Both of them were quite happy because they were going to be in the same class with each other, if what Kenny has told Y/N is true, then he was going to met most of his old friends on his first lesson in the new school. And he didn't know if he should feel nervous or happy about it.

When the two old friends finally reached Y/N's house. They saw that the truck of the moving crew was already gone, and his parents were in the house. Was he gone for that long?

"I'll see you on the Monday, I guess." Kenny said, as he held his hand out. He quickly mentally cursed himself, because he realized that Y/N most likely didn't seen that, but thanks to Y/N's hearing, he heard that and quickly bumped it, causing Kenny to let out a relieved sigh.

"Yeah. I'll see you there, buddy." He smiled at him.

Kenny gave his a smile in return, as he began walking towards his house. As he was walking away, Y/N could hear him mutter to himself, "Monday is going to be a very interesting day..."

Y/N just shrugged his shoulders at Kenny's words, as he made his way inside his house. He could hear his mom cry out to him, "You're back!" she walking towards him, and stopped right before him, "How was your walk?"

"It was good. I met Kenny." Y/N replied.

"Oh, how is he doing?" Clara asked, happy that her son came across one of his old friends.

"He is doing very well." Y/N answered.

"Good to hear that." Clara stated.

"Do you need help with setting up something?" Y/N asked.

"No." Clara replied.

"I'll be in my room if you'll need me." Y/N told his mom, as he moved towards the stairs.

"Okay." Clara said, as she went back to what she was doing.

As Y/N made his way into his room, he closed the door, after he made sure that nobody was going to walk in. He then came up to one of his luggages, and opened it, revealing a thing.

It was the thing he had ordered on the internet. That thing was a black suit, and a black mask which was covering the upper half of his head. But why did had this suit? He had it because ever since he had lost his sight, he'd hear what was happening in the town during the night, and the things that was happening to so many innocent people, and he didn't like that.

He hated that most of these people were still walking on the streets.

He knew that the town needed something, someone who was going to put these people behind the bars where they belong.

Someone who was going to make the innocent people feel safe in their town.

He knew a person that had the skills of doing it.

And he was that person.

Soon enough, a new vigilante was going to appear on the streets of South Park...