"Keep them away from each other at all costs. Move them all to different states. Parents must be taken from children. Spouses from each other. Brothers from sisters. Puppets from ventriloquists. Only animals can stay with their respective masters. I'm not leaving anyone to die. I want each of you to watch over one individual. Make it secretive. I want none of them to catch on. Erase their memories. Don't let them leave their new states. Overflows will be moved to different countries. I want the Canadian to stay with the president. He's had special orders to keep that kid here. Other than that, you can ship them anywhere. Only the kids have to stay in the States. I want those five in different corners of the country. I don't give a shit about anyone else. I'm not repeating Canada." The General warned. "Do you understand?"

"Yes sir!" 350 soldier answered.

"Good now go! Smith, Myers! You two stay behind. Everyone else, gather your prey! Only the ones that I said you should take." 348 people left, only two stayed behind.

"Yes sir?" The taller one asked.

"I want Kenneth McCormick with his mother. You two stay together to guard them."

"Sir yes sir!"

"Dismissed!"

The two left without another word. A small mountain town in the middle of Colorado was about to be completely broken about. The town's name? South Park.


The boy walked down the street, taking quick glances behind him. His blue eyes were hidden by dark frames, and his raven hair was hidden by a blue puffball hat. His hands were covered by red gloves, that he had long since grown out of, but it was a memory. Part of the memory that only he knew. Part of the life that he used to live, that he still desperately hung onto. Everyone else might have forgotten, but he remembered. He was the one that remembered.

He heard static coming from his ear, and immediately pressed down on it. "Subject Four is dead. I repeat, Subject Four is dead." The earpiece screamed. He frowned. So far he picked up that there were five main subjects. And he had a feeling that he knew who Subject 4 was. Poor old McCormick.

"Are you positive?" The voice that the boy had learned was the leader of this whole operation asked.

"Yes sir!"

"Get out of there then. No need to guard a corpse. I'll send my best men to collect it. Get back home." The leader ordered.

Stan smiled. Maybe there was a way out of this after all.


Kyle Brofloski kept his eyes on the floor. He still had no idea how he got here, or he he was. Five years after he received total amnesia, with only a card in his jacket to tell him his name, he still had no memories.

He felt like something was missing in his life. As if he didn't belong to the city. He glanced at the alarm clock and frowned. Only 5 P.M.. He loved when it was late at night, because then he could go out with the guys and…

Kyle stopped thinking. For some reason his mind always locked onto one thought. The guys. Whenever he thought about them he would completely shut down. All he could remember about them was a boy with a blue puffball hat, and a fat ass. That was it. That was everything that he knew about his old life. At least, he hoped it was his old life. It was beginning to look like they were just part of his imagionationland.

He frowned. He hated when he thought random things. His mind was always all over the place, as if it was just an overexcited child who was getting a present. "Kyle?" A voice called from the living room.

Kyle groaned. His adopted father. George Clerman. "Kyle get down here! There's something that I need to tell you."

Kyle dragged himself out of his room, with his eyes on the floor. He was always depressed. Never in the life that he could remember, was he happy. He glanced at his father for a second, before training his eyes on the ground. That man was like Mr. Stotch. 'Shut your fucking mouth Kyle!' He thought to himself. He hated these random sprits of imagination.

"I'm going to be on a business trip over the weekend. You better stay at home." Clerman ordered.

"Yes sir." Yeah right. He'd probably just try to meet up with Jake, and talk to him about real life superheroes. People like the infamous Coon and Friends, and the most famous hero Mysterion. Kyle had always wanted to go to California, since he heard that was where Mysterion was last spotted.

"I mean it this time. Don't leave the house." His tone was even more serious than Kyle had ever heard.

"Yes sir." His voice was low, and afraid.

"Good." God this guy was almost as bitchy as his mom.


"But siiiiiiirrrrr." The little fat boy whined.

"No."

"But siiiiiiirrrrr."

"No."

"But ."

"Fine, just leave me alone." The man dropped a twenty dollar bill in his hat.

"Twenty dollars? Well fuck you!"

"Look kid, do you want the money or not?"

"Not if it's a messily 20 bucks!"

"Fine." The man responded and put his arm back into the hat. The little fat boy smiled, and grabbed the arm. "Let go of me boy."

"You don't order me around." His eyes were empty, as he twisted the arm. "I'll make you eat your parents." He never knew why he used that particular threat, but it always did the trick.

"Holy shit! You're psychotic kid!"

"Yes, now give me your money."

"Fine." The man grabbed his wallet and dropped it on the floor. Cartman smiled, and tugged it out of its socket. The man gasped, and Cartman shoved him back. He grabbed the wallet and smiled. "You better get moving sir."

The man shivered and scrambled to his feet. Cartman feinted a step, and sent the man running in the opposite direction. "Sweet." He smiled. He opened up the leather wallet, and stared at the pieces inside.

"200 bucks! You better come back tomorrow with three!" The Fatass yelled at the retreating man. "This will only last me a day asshole!"

"I hate D.C." Cartman muttered, turning to find another victim.


"No I'm not… I'm not grounded... Oh yeah? Watch... Oh shucks." He whispered, shaking in his sleep.

He trembled before he started to scream. His eyes flipped open at the sound of his screams. He could hear his heart beating at two beat per second and he felt a pressure on his chest. "Calm down Leopold." He whispered to himself. "It's gonna be okay."

"I wanna go home." He whispered to himself, knowing that it was stupid to say. He was home. As home as home would ever be.

"Vicky?" He called out. "I'm awake." He received no response. Leopold shrugged and jumped off of his bed. The 15 year old rubbed his knuckles together as he reached the door. He gripped the knob, and slowly turned it. He shrieked as he pushed it open. He wasn't used to leaving his room.

The hallway was pitch black. Vicky was either asleep or at work. Leopold still didn't know what she did for a living. He found himself walking forward, without willingly moving his feet. They moved without command. Every ounce of willpower and courage that he had were in them. He gulped as he walked. "No. No. No. No." He said, hoping to catch Vicky's attention. His feet ignored his cries and kept walking further.

The wood floor creaked under his feet with each step. The pitch black door stood in the distance, about ten feet from him.

"No." Nine feet.

"I'm not doing this." Eight feet.

"Vicky?" Seven feet.

"Help!" Six feet.

"I don't want to!" Five feet.

"But…" Four feet.

"What if?" Three feet.

"What's in there?" Two feet.

"What am I doing?" One foot.

"Oh hamburgers." He stood at the door, with his knuckles pressed together. Leopold liked to speak his thoughts, but at the time they were too evil.

He grasped the handle in one hand and twisted it. The door emitted a loud creek, but opened none the less. Leopold winced as the door slowly opened. 'I shouldn't be doing this. The forbidden room is… forbidden!' He thought to himself, but ended up walking into the room none the less.

Before him was a desk filled with paper after paper after paper. Leopold picked up one of them, and read the cover.

Subject 2

Leopold "Butters" Stotch

Member of the inner group of boys. Hazardous. May end up destroying everything that we've worked for. Second highest threat to the operation.

Aliases:

Professor Chaos- Villain that Leopold created after being dubbed an outcast. (Sidekick- General Disarray (A.K.A. Dougie.) (Read: Subject 54) MAY OR MAY NOT BE DANGEROUS TO THE OPERATION.

Marjorine- Female alias created to steal a "Future-telling-device from the girls in the class. ABANDONED

Mantiquilla- Successful aliases. Led Mexico, and sent all Mexicans back to their former land. Celebrated during Dias De Mantiquilla. DANGER TO THE OPERATION.

Supernatural Abilities:

One of the two members of the inner group of boys to not have supernatural skills. He has only used the ability to be a 'Creator' in Imagionationland, which any human would have.

Loyalties:

Subject 1 (Read: Eric Cartman)

Subject 3 (Read: Kyle Brofloski)

Subject 4 (Read: Kenny McCormick)

Leopold replaced the paper on the desk, without reading any more of the file. "My name is Butters." He muttered. "Butters Stotch." He turned and closed the door behind him.

"I am not alone." He muttered to himself, smiling. "My name is Butters Stotch and I am not alone." He walked down the stairs, listening to the creaking steps, with renewed purpose. He knew who he was. It was time to leave. It was time to go back to Mexico.


Quick Explanation- All of the South Park, except two have no memories. Butters still doesn't have memories, but he found a clue to who he was. Kyle keeps getting hints from his mind that he constantly ignores. Cartman is... well Cartman. Kenny is dead, and Stan will be further explained soon.

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