Disclaimer- I do not own South Park. If I did, I would be rich. But sadly I don't own South Park. The only things I own are Jak and Melvin.
As the figure got closer, Kyle could see that he was wearing a hockey mask, similar to the one a serial killer, Jason Voorhess, wore in a movie. He was wearing a black jacket and black jeans. He walked closer to Kyle and said one thing. "Jew." Kyle instantly knew who it was.
"C-C-Cartman? What the hell? How did you escape? What did you do with Mr. Mackey? Answer me dammit!" Kyle was now yelling at Cartman, who was slowly getting closer.
When Cartman was only a few feet away from Kyle, he took his arm out from behind his back and he was holding a butcher's knife, covered in fresh blood.
"Cartman, what happened to you?" Kyle said. "Why did you kill Token? Why are you doing all this?"
"If you only knew, Kyle. I guess that's what you get for being a Jew. You know I didn't kill Token. You and your little friends framed me," Cartman said coldly from under his hockey mask.
"No Cartman. I didn't frame you. We didn't know about it until you were already on trial."
"You're lying! You wanted to frame me because you hated it when I made fun of you, Kyle. So you got all your friends to make it seem like I killed Token. Mr. Mackey has already suffered because of you. And now it's your turn!"
He raised the knife over his head but suddenly stopped when he heard the noise of lots of people running down a nearby hall. Kyle turned around and saw the rest of his classmates coming around the corner of the hall. He turned around to look at Cartman, but he was nowhere to be found.
"Kyle! Thank God you're ok!" yelled Bebe as she ran over to him and hugged him. "We can't get out of the school. All the doors are locked and the only windows are inside the classroom! What happened?"
"Cartman thinks that we all framed him. He says he didn't kill Token and he already killed Mr. Mackey! Any one of us could be next," Kyle said nervously. "We need to find a way to defend ourselves."
Stan suddenly remembered something and spoke up. "I remember one time when me and Kenny were walking around in the basement when we were cutting class. We saw a shelf where there were lots of weapons. We were going to go look at them but we heard someone coming and ran away."
"But why would they have weapons in a school basement?" asked Wendy, confused.
"I don't know," replied Stan. "But I think we should go check it out."
The group of kids walked down the empty hallways always on the lookout for anybody. They eventually reached the basement and walked down the stairs. Kenny flipped on the light. They saw the shelf that Stan was talking about and all armed themselves with some kind of gun or blade.
"This is so weird. Maybe they put these here after Cartman was put in jail," Kenny said to the group. "Maybe they somehow knew that he could escape."
"Ok let's split up," suggested Kyle. "We'll cover more ground that way. Bebe, Butters, and Jimmy, you come with me. Wendy, Craig, and Timmy, you go with Stan. Everybody else form another group. If you find anything, yell."
Each group of kids went down a different hallway, completely unaware of the horrible dangers that await them.