So, writing from me hasn't happened in a while so I decided I should write something before I become illiterate. While I should be updating Infinite Thought, I can't bring myself to thanks to circumstances.

Buuuttt, that aside, I have been really fascinated by serial killers and their mentalities and things of the sorts recently, and I couldn't think of a better fandom to incorporate it into. This story is going to be loosely based off of the murders of Gary Heidnik. Look it up if you please.

This story will follow Stan as he tries to figure out who is behind the disappearances, but gets in way too deep to back out. This first chapter is short, but you should get a feel I hope.

There will be hinted and obvious pairings, because I'm still a fangirl.

And before I stop rambling, I need feedback! Is this too sick? Or does it sound interesting? Should I continue? I need some feedback to continue. If I don't get any, this'll be the only chapter I post.

I don't own South Park! You know who does~

Title song;When I'm Small by Phantogram

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Growing up in this town, there really was nothing that went unexpected, and as I grew older this became more apparent. All of the things we'd seen, between the deaths of countless innocent people, the repeated destruction of our small mountain town and just the unimaginable, you could say that I had been desensitized. Ever since I had turned ten, things had been a lot more melancholy, and the repetition only made it worse for me.

Even so, there were some things that still remained unfathomable. They could never happen to us, maybe to other people but never to one of us. If we were going to be taken off of this cruel world, we'd be taken down by a giant Barbara, or some Frankenstein looking creature from a kids imagination or something that most people would doubt the existence of. Maybe we'd be blown up, or drowned in some underground tavern because of some Ex-Vice President's loneliness. All the cancer, and kidnappings and murders on the news were too weak to take us out..or so we liked to think.

It's what we all like to think. When it comes down to it though, we're all people, and not a single one of us are immune to the cruelty of reality. We deny it though, and as hard as we try we can never imagine it actually happening.

That's why when Kyle went missing, none of us really knew what to do. First instinct told us to laugh and joke around, coming up with dumb theories. 'He's off in the sewers playing with a Christmas turd' or 'He's bringing a whale to mexico' were a few jokes from the past we brought up. I guess we needed to cope a bit. We'd all disappeared before and scared the shit out of our families. Weeks passed though, and there was still no word from Kyle.

He always contacted me for help, he never tried to do it alone unless forced. Every day that passed came with more thinking and more theories stirred up in my head, and I soon joined the group of worried and searching.

I cursed myself for having a class on Saturday and going instead of skipping. Kyle was far more important than some Psychology test, and I couldn't focus anyway so it ended up being a waste of my time. Eric refused to go to college for some reason I didn't care to inquire about, and Kenny was just too poor. Seeing as they'd both be free I decided we'd meet up once I got out.

Eric's basement had always been the meeting spot, and the setting had changed very little. The only thing that was new was the couch that had once been in their living room, put in the basement by Eric when they got a new one upstairs. Me and Kenny sat on that as we waited for Cartman to return with snacks that he insisted he needed. His way with coping with things was to eat, which is why I didn't argue. I looked over at Kenny, watching him sit back before moving his glance to meet mine. He blinked a bit before averting his eyes away away, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn't.

My eyes fixed on a brick in the wall as I stared. Nothing was special about it. In fact, it looked like almost every other one that surrounded it. Just staring at the cement block made me feel a bit uneasy though, and all I could think about was Kyle sitting somewhere, wishing someone would find him.

I heard footsteps descending and my eyes tore away from the block. Cartman approached us, throwing a bag of chips on Kenny's lap without a word and sitting on the folding chair that was placed in front of us. My body was stiff, and no matter what I did, I couldn't relax it now. Especially not with that image in my head. I watched Cartman fidget a bit, the tension in the getting to him as much as it was me.

Kenny broke the silence when he cleared his throat some, speaking after. "So..what do we do..?" I looked at him again, his bright blue eyes moving to look down at the chips in his lap. I looked down to them as well, not really wanting to eat anything with my stomach in knots. Just as I thought that though, I heard Cartman open the bag he'd kept for himself.

"I-I dunno man..." I started, my voice caught in my throat. Just saying those words made me feel helpless and disoriented. Why couldn't I help my best friend..? The sound of the chips crunching underneath Eric's teeth started to get to me, and for some reason I felt a need to compensate for what I lacked. "I'm going to do something though! He needs our help." I said with a bit more conviction than intended.

Cartman stared at me for a bit, leaning back in his chair and shoving a few more chips into that mouth of his. He looked like he was thinking, and maybe something intelligent would come out of his mouth. "Wow..you're really gay for him, aren't you?"

I could quickly feel the anger and insult rising up in my body as I heard the question, my brows furrowing. I leaned forward some, my voice raised a bit. "Gay? He's not in trouble here! This is serious!"

"Yeah...seriously gay.."

Something inside of me snapped and it began to become less about Kenny and more about defending myself in some selfish way. "I'm not the one who asked him to prom!"

"I told you guys that that was a joke! Don't think you can twist what happened, Marsh!"

"Twisted? You're the one who's not remembering correctly! You knew how he felt! You don't deserve to be his frie-"I felt an arm reach across my chest. I don't know when I had started moving to get up and go at Eric, but Kenny had extended his arm to stop me.

"Should we really be bickering right now..?" Kenny asked in a flat tone.

I blinked a few times in thought before letting out a sigh. Thanks to that, we had only made thing worse and now it'd be more difficult to talk about anything. The tension was higher, and I could feel my blood still boiling. It'd take a bit for me to cool down.

The room remained quiet before the sound of the door opening gave us something to listen to. The stairs creaked a bit as made her way halfway down them, leaning against the railing as she looked at us. We all turned our attention to her, a bit relieved. The relief soon vanished though, when I saw her face. I could tell just by looking at her that something unsettling was on her mind.

"Cartman, honey..it looks like another one of your friends has gone missing. Come look..it's on the news.."

It took my brain a moment to register what she had said, but when it did, my eyes grew wide. I looked to Kenny then Eric before standing up. The other two did the same soon after, and without hesitation we made our way up to the living room.

On the television, just as she had said, stood Wendy's parents. I knew them anywhere. They were like my second family at this point, Wendy always being very close to me growing up. They were crying, and talking about how their little Wendy had never returned home last night.

Seeing them so devastated and realizing that Wendy was now gone too was like a punch in the stomach, and I almost became sick. My head was spinning a bit, and I closed my eyes to alleviate the nausea.

The news cast said that they weren't sure if she had gone missing for the same reason as Kyle or if she was even really missing, but the feeling that I got I couldn't deny.

I had to find them. It wasn't just Kyle anymore. Seeing a newscast about a missing friend for the second time shouldn't have happened.

This kind of stuff doesn't happen here. It doesn't happen to us.

If only I hadn't thought so naively back then. If only we'd all known what was about to happen to us..

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So yeah.

Feedback please?

I know this chapter wasn't the greatest, but I haven't written in a long loonng time.

Also, let me know if I should switch POV's. Would that be more interesting? To know where Kyle is and what's happening?

Thanks a bunch~