A/N
This is my first story on fan fic. ever. so be nice and enjoy!
(I do not own "South Park" or anything that goes along with it.)
Intro
Stan woke up with a terrible pounding headache. He tried to sit up, but when he went to lift his body off of the ground he was laying face first on, he ended up being stopped short because something was weighing down his body. He kicked and rolled but there was no budge what ever was on him was big and it was heavy, so he did the only thing he could do. He yelled for help.
chapter one: waking up
STANS P.O.V.
" Help me!" I desperately yelled. I need some one to help me with whatever is pinning me on the ground. why am I here any ways, where is ever one? Where is Kyle? Or any of the guys? Yelling even louder this time I tried again "Hello! Can any one hear me I need help! please!" god this screaming isn't helping my head..
CRAIGS P.O.V.
Ugh, I hear something . Someone yelling in the distance, probably my mom trying to wake me up. Or maybe its Tweek freaking out about the gnomes. Wait a minute...Tweek... "Oh fuck!" I force my eyes open when memories start coming back to me, like a night mare flashing before my eyes. I'm in shock with what I see. And that's saying something. Looking around all I can make out is a mess. Just a disaster, everything is a disaster. I push myself up and realize im laying under some type of platform. But I have no time to think about that right now there's only one thing that matters. I crawl from under the wooden stage and shoot straight up "Tweek! Tweek!" fuck, my eyes are going a mile a minute. Im starting to remember everything but there's no way that could all be true I got to find them. I need him. "Help me!" Tweek! I can hear him yelling in the distance and my feet automatically take off to the pleading voice. My heart is pounding and when I finally show up to the distress source I find a pair of feet sticking out from a pile of broken wood and what looks like to be glass bottles. But I come to a realization that makes my hopes drop like a bomb and I grab my chullo covered head with one hand while flicking the body off with the other hand. Its not tweek, tweek wears yellow converse, the person who is stuck here is in white sneakers. "fuck" i say. "hello? who is that? come on help me up please! I have to find kyle!"no way that voice its ...marsh? Oh fuck I guess I need to try to get him up maybe he knows something about tweek. I grab the end off the two by four that s lodge under a piece of brick. "Its stuck I don't know what to do" I say in my monotone voice wich probably doesn't help him in a situation like this. But I can't let my emotion show right now, I have to stay calm and find tweek. because in reality im scared and Craig tucker doesnt get scared.
STANS P.O.V.
"Stuck what do you mean stuck can't you just lift it off" who the hell is this guy because It don't even sound like he's trying. "Fuck off marsh im trying to lift it but its caught under a heavy piece of brick. sorry we can't all be big strong men like you" that voice... mother fucker "Tucker get this shit off of me, you don't understand I have to go find Kyle something has happened" " You don't think I know that, tweek is missing too. I have a feeling a lot of people are missing other than your ginger." What, a lot of people are missing? Is it just me and tucker left? oh hell no.. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP US!" There has to be somebody else that can explain what the fuck is going on and get me out of this shit. "Theres no one else coming to your rescue can you stop screaming so I can try to think" oh yeah he sounds real worried. god, he dont care about getting me out, he's probably apart of the reason im stuck here.. well probably not, but still, i hate him. Why couldn't I have been found my any one else, he's so weak I mean.. "ugh fuck hurry roll out" holy shit hes lifting it. I hurry up and roll out to my left, finally I can breath! But when I look up to me savior i notice hes on his knees holding his back sweat dripping down his furred up brows. "uh thanks... sorry I couldn't have helped more, I didn't know what it was i was stuck under" of course my reply is a bird from his left hand. But I still let my kidness get the better of me, I stand well more like kneel because my body's so stiff ,wipe off the dirt from my clothes and put a hand out to his offending one to help pull him up to his feet. Once were both standing on our own we let go of hands and I look around. What the hell happened here? "I would like to know the same thing" Craig says. oh I didn't know I said that out loud. This place is a wreck. everything is torn down and resembles nothing it did before..before what? what happened? most importantly what happened that took away kyle and where is he? "have you seen kyle? or any one?" I ask. "no, lucky you, your the only one I have seen since I woke up" craig replied with a cold sneer on his face as he looks past me into the ruble. " wait you were passed out to? something bad must have happened, the place is fucking trash, and everyone is missing" but really I could care less about the place being torn down, I just want kyle, safe, with me. "come on marsh sitting here mopping wont get them back, lets look around this dump. There has to be some one left." craig says as he walks away, but before he gets out of ear shot I could have sworn I herd him say "maybe even my tweekers". yea hopefully he has kyle too.. "No time to panic" I whisper to myself. I stand tall and take off in craigs direction. We have to find the others.
XXXX
CRAIGS P.O.V.
weve been walking around for thirty minutes, yelling for anyone we can think of. " Ruby!?" ...but we keep getting the same answers. ""kenny? Kyle?...cartman..?" and he gets the same nothingness replied to him. Its starting to get to me now. I don't really care about alot of things but what I do care about is missing. there all just missing. "I think we should get the cops" stan says. yeah I dont think that sounds like a bad idea and im about to openly agree with him but then we hear something. "hhhlmmm mmeee!" Is the first noise we herd other than our selfs since we woke up so we take off running to the sound. the voice sounds like it was coming from over here around this corner but all i see is a big pile of metal. "whaa!" I hear stan yelp and turn around just in time to see him land face first onto a metal sheet. normally this would be something I found ammusing but when I see what it was that he tripped on I rush over there to help pull out the orange sleeved hand. "come on man sit up" I tell him but he gets no time before hes knocked back down and locked in a embrace by stan yelling "kenny! im so glad to see you, its so bad dude" kenny just meets my eyes with his while he rubs stans back and I can tell he knows something, a good something or a bad something is what im not sure of.
KENNYS P.O.V.
Finally Im awake and sitting up. God I feel like I just woke up from a never ending hangover. But I have no time to sit here and think about my relief of being able to breath properly or the fact that I survived whatever the hell it is that happened here, becuase I have a hysterical stan in my arms, and craig tucker is looking at me with a look of desperation. "do you know what happened here? we woke up and can't find tweek, or kyle, or any one else" craig asks me. I hold up a finger silently asking him to give me a minute while I close my eyes and collect my thoughts. Okay some thing bad happened I remember the screaming, the crashing, and ...butters. "shh stan shh get it together dude we will find them." i whisper to my upset friend. I want to pull my hood up and pretend im in a nightmare and that ill wake up. But that wont do no good right now. "alright I can remember a few things about what happened, wherever tweek, and ky are I bet butters is with them. But we can't all be missing so we need to keep looking around for the others." I say in the most steady voice I can. I look at stan who quieted down once I started speaking. "I know your hurting and I know this sucks, but lets pull it together, come on man" I wipe away a stray tear on his cheek and stand him up along with myself. "should we split up and keep searching, it will be dark soon and impossible to see around this hell hole" craig asks me. Normally id be amazed that craig is actually speaking more than one word to us at a time let alone stating his ideas, but this is a serious matter and he might be on the right track. "alright" I say " lets all go in different directions and see who we can find. then in a hour we can meet up some where" They seem to be thinking this over "Lets meet at tweeks bros coffee, its right around the corner and if tweek isnt here that would be the only other place I could think of" craig replied, I look him up and down and notice his fist balled up tightly at his sides with a emotionless face, then I look over to stan who's hugging himself looking at the ground. "okay that sounds good, stan you go left, craig to your right and ill go up to the front of the place" they both nod there agreement but before we split I say " Stay calm guys, there going to be okay" and then we all go our separate ways, scared and hopeful.
a/n
so this is my first chapter, I have many more written and will update soon! tell me what you think so far? :)