How did it come to be this way? Why do I have this power? What am I supposed to do with it? What does it all mean?

"Hey! Mysterion!" Stan was calling me, "Come on, we have to go let Cartman out. His mom is asking where he is and you have the key."

"I wish we could keep him in there," I sighed. If there's one person I hated more than anyone right now, it was fucking Cartman.

After sending us to a dark oblivion with the help of Cthulhu, Cartman never deserved to be let out of that cell with that bucket of Butters' shit.

"Alright, I'm coming."

Walking into the main part of the basement, I heard Cartman whining about how the game wasn't fun anymore. You see we left him in that cell wearing the same Coon outfit for the past two days.

We were royally pissed off about Cartman sending us to our possible deaths (well, their possible deaths, anyway) and were trying to punish him.

I don't even think his mom cared for the first day. He had been getting into trouble lately and I'm sure his mom was glad for the break.

But now she was looking for him and I didn't want her to get mad. Unlike her son, Mrs. Cartman isn't a complete asshole.

We had let Butters out after six days because his parents had come looking for him. Though he wasn't much of a villain, he still was one; but I know his parents will do way worse to him than we ever could.

"Let me out of here you guys," Cartman was yelling, "This isn't fucking funny!"

"Shut up, fat ass, I'm coming."

"Not cool, Kenny," he said as he was let out, "I'm telling my mom on you guys."

"Go ahead," I taunted, "Do you really think she'll believe we put you in a jail cell in your basement after sending us to a dark oblivion by teaming up with an ancient god of darkness?"

"Fucking poor son of a bitch…" he mumbled as he realized the truth in my statement.

"I can't believe him!" Kyle said as he watched Cartman go, "That fat ass attacks us with Cthulhu and then acts like we're the assholes!"

"Dude, it's Cartman," Stan replied, "Did you really think he would realize he was wrong?"

Kyle was still dressed as the Human Kite, Stan was still Toolshed, and I was still in my Mysterion outfit.

It was just us three now. Token, Clyde, and Timmy had gone home. Butters had been grounded and Cartman was upstairs. And of course, Bradley had returned to his home planet to discover his powers and find his parents.

Why can't I find the reasons for my powers?

Gah! I can't even think about that without wanting to blow my brains out. But at the cost of going through reincarnation again, I decided against it.

"Whatever," Kyle resigned, "Let's just go home."