OK, OK. I've always hated "put-yourself-in-the-story" fics, but, GASP! Yes... I gave
myself a role. I'm not taking over the story or anything, I hate that sort of stuff. Oh, I'm
going to mention some stuff from some of my music. If you've ever heard of AFI (A Fire
Inside), this will make a bit more sense to you. I'm sorry to do this to you all, but hey-
nobody's forcing you to read it.
Anyway, that part won't come up until at earliest the next chapter, so relax.
Please be nice, as this is my first ever fanfic. Thanks, love you all. 3
One last thing: I own none of the characters. Okies? Okies.
**
Kyle couldn't breathe. He was drowning, drowning in something cold and dark. He
struggled to reach the surface, but with every movement, he seemed to stick even more.
This is it, he thought, I'm going to die. He stopped flailing around, and slowly rose to the
surface. The silvery ooze he'd been trapped in tasted oddly familiar, almost sickly sweet.
Then everything went black. He tried to open his eyes, but realized they were already
open. He was somewhere completely different now, somewhere cool and damp. Fuzzy
looking white figures surrounded him. He struggled to see them, but everything was
blurry. One of the white creatures drew closer. He felt it place a soft paw, or was it a
hand?, on his shoulder. Flower petals fell from the sky like rain. He opened his mouth to
speak, when..
Kyle gasped and sat up. Those dreams again.. they'd been going on for days now. He
shuddered, wondering what they meant. Shrugging it off, he glanced at the clock. His
alarm was going to go off in 3 minutes, anyway. He got up and turned it off, sighing.
Another day at school with teachers that could easily be replaced with trained monkeys,
surrounded by idiots who had yet to realize their petty lives were useless..
Whoa, he thought. Did I just think that? He felt strange, and different. But in a way, it
was almost.. interesting.
**
Later that day..
"Stan, your father and I are taking Shelly to buy some new clothes. We'll be back soon.
You have the cellphone number."
"Okay, mom."
This was going to suck ass. Home alone, with nothing to do.. Wasn't he kind of young for
this sort of thing? Oh, well. At least he wouldn't have to listen to Shelly call him a turd
for a few hours..
He was about to go upstairs to watch TV when he noticed that the radio was still on. As
he went to switch it off, he heard something wonderful, something new to him..
"I'll lay me down tonight, much further down. Swim in the calm tonight. This art does
drown.."
Stan stood, transfixed. He listened to every word of that song. There was just something
about it that made him feel... happy. It filled him with excitement. He'd never really
listened to much music before; it had always seemed so... foreign to him. "That was a
little song called 'Girl's Not Grey,' by a band called AFI," the DJ's smooth, deep voice
announced. "Stick around, cuz we've got more music from the Strokes, Coldplay, and
Chevelle on the way.."Stan grabbed some snacks and sat down at the table, radio nearby,
and waited..
**
Meanwhile..
Cartman sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote. He was excited. Today was the
start of the new season of Terrance and Phillip! He flicked on the TV.
"Mooooooom, will you bring me some cheesy poofs? Terrance and Phillip is about to
start!"
"Sure, honey." Liane filled a gigantic bowl to the brim with the orange colored snacks
and carried it to Cartman.
Cartman devoured them like crazy, as the Terrance and Phillip theme started to play.
"This is so tits!"
"Don't say tits, Eric."
Cartman grew even more excited, until..
"Oh sweet Jesus.. it's a rerun."
Cartman's eyes grew wide, as he sank to his knees.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
**
The next day, at lunch..
Cartman carries his lunch tray to the table where Kenny, Kyle, and Stan are already
sitting. He is dressed entirely in black.
"Hey fatass."
"Shut up, you gayass Jew."
"What's with the clothes?" Stan inquired.
"{He's probably wearing black because he heard somewhere it made you look thin.}"
Kenny jokes.
The three of them cracked up
"Kenny, you poor-ass piece of crap, shut your fucking face. Didn't you hear? It's a sad
day for us all.. the new Terrance and Phillip episode didn't air last night!"
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Cry my a fuckin' river, dude. It's not like they cancelled it or
anything."
"Yeah, they probably just changed the air date. It's the most popular show on TV, there's
no way it's cancelled," Stan reasoned.
Cartman sighed. "You two just don't get it. This is a serious occasion.. Terrance and
Phillip are gone, and I am mourning for them."
Stan and Kyle exchanged glances.
"Whatever, dude." Stan declared nonchalantly, as he slipped on a pair of headphones.
"What's with the CD player, Stan? Disney Sing-A-Long?" Cartman inquired.
"Shut up, fatass! I'm trying to listen to my CD here! Can't I enjoy my music in peace?"
"Since when did you start listening to.." Cartman picked up the CD box, "..the Ah-pex
theory?"
"Cartman, shut your goddamn mo..."
Kyle froze. Something was wrong. His food had turned into the sticky, silvery liquid that
had been in his dream the other night. A flower petal landed in it. He looked up, startled.
Everything seemed normal. Stan, Cartman and Kenny stared at him.
"Someone call the loony bin! Kyle's flipped," Cartman declared.
"Shut up, Cartman! I just..." He froze again. One of the white creatures was hovering
directly above Cartman's head.
"Oh my God! Look!" But as soon as he pointed, it dissappeared in a poof of smoke.
Everyone just stared at Kyle.
"Uh.. I think you need to lie down, or something. Come on dude, I'm bringing you to the
nurse's."
Kyle's eyes widened. "No! No, I'm- I'm fine!" The nurse scared the shit out of him.
"Well, you can't hang around at school. If, uh.. whatever that was happens to you again,
you probably don't want to be here."
Kyle looked at Stan, surprised.
"Are you suggesting I skip school?"
"Well, it's either that, or go to the freaky nurse's office."
He thought for a second. "Thanks, dude. I'll see you later."
**
Kyle hid behind piles of snow as he hurried home. Things were getting pretty weird..
Pausing again, he felt himself slipping back into that strange dream world. But this time,
instead of seeing the white figures, or flower petals, or the silver substance, he saw Stan.
Well, it looked like Stan, but older, maybe around 17. He had huge, shining eyes, like one
of those Japanime kids. He was wearing Oriental-looking clothes, and holding a katana*.
He was sitting atop a brick wall, looking relaxed. The moon shone bright in a cloudless,
starry midnight sky. In the background, several other people dressed in flowing robes
with similar eyes and katanas fought. Kyle noticed then that the boy had a deep gash in
his right arm. Blood seeped through the fabric of his clothes. But instead of scarlet, the
blood was black..
Kyle sat up. He was soaking wet and shivering. He looked around. He must have passed
out, or something. He pulled himself out of the pile of snow and trudged towards his
home, contemplating.
What did all this mean? The dreams, the hallucinations at school, the vision of the boy..
God, he thought. I'm really fucked up..
**
What's with Stan and his newfound love of every sort of music the author likes? (hee,
hee) Why is Cartman dressing in all black? How come Kenny never talks? (Because, I
can't think of anything interesting to make him say.)What's wrong with Kyle? Find out,
in the next chapter.. maybe.
myself a role. I'm not taking over the story or anything, I hate that sort of stuff. Oh, I'm
going to mention some stuff from some of my music. If you've ever heard of AFI (A Fire
Inside), this will make a bit more sense to you. I'm sorry to do this to you all, but hey-
nobody's forcing you to read it.
Anyway, that part won't come up until at earliest the next chapter, so relax.
Please be nice, as this is my first ever fanfic. Thanks, love you all. 3
One last thing: I own none of the characters. Okies? Okies.
**
Kyle couldn't breathe. He was drowning, drowning in something cold and dark. He
struggled to reach the surface, but with every movement, he seemed to stick even more.
This is it, he thought, I'm going to die. He stopped flailing around, and slowly rose to the
surface. The silvery ooze he'd been trapped in tasted oddly familiar, almost sickly sweet.
Then everything went black. He tried to open his eyes, but realized they were already
open. He was somewhere completely different now, somewhere cool and damp. Fuzzy
looking white figures surrounded him. He struggled to see them, but everything was
blurry. One of the white creatures drew closer. He felt it place a soft paw, or was it a
hand?, on his shoulder. Flower petals fell from the sky like rain. He opened his mouth to
speak, when..
Kyle gasped and sat up. Those dreams again.. they'd been going on for days now. He
shuddered, wondering what they meant. Shrugging it off, he glanced at the clock. His
alarm was going to go off in 3 minutes, anyway. He got up and turned it off, sighing.
Another day at school with teachers that could easily be replaced with trained monkeys,
surrounded by idiots who had yet to realize their petty lives were useless..
Whoa, he thought. Did I just think that? He felt strange, and different. But in a way, it
was almost.. interesting.
**
Later that day..
"Stan, your father and I are taking Shelly to buy some new clothes. We'll be back soon.
You have the cellphone number."
"Okay, mom."
This was going to suck ass. Home alone, with nothing to do.. Wasn't he kind of young for
this sort of thing? Oh, well. At least he wouldn't have to listen to Shelly call him a turd
for a few hours..
He was about to go upstairs to watch TV when he noticed that the radio was still on. As
he went to switch it off, he heard something wonderful, something new to him..
"I'll lay me down tonight, much further down. Swim in the calm tonight. This art does
drown.."
Stan stood, transfixed. He listened to every word of that song. There was just something
about it that made him feel... happy. It filled him with excitement. He'd never really
listened to much music before; it had always seemed so... foreign to him. "That was a
little song called 'Girl's Not Grey,' by a band called AFI," the DJ's smooth, deep voice
announced. "Stick around, cuz we've got more music from the Strokes, Coldplay, and
Chevelle on the way.."Stan grabbed some snacks and sat down at the table, radio nearby,
and waited..
**
Meanwhile..
Cartman sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote. He was excited. Today was the
start of the new season of Terrance and Phillip! He flicked on the TV.
"Mooooooom, will you bring me some cheesy poofs? Terrance and Phillip is about to
start!"
"Sure, honey." Liane filled a gigantic bowl to the brim with the orange colored snacks
and carried it to Cartman.
Cartman devoured them like crazy, as the Terrance and Phillip theme started to play.
"This is so tits!"
"Don't say tits, Eric."
Cartman grew even more excited, until..
"Oh sweet Jesus.. it's a rerun."
Cartman's eyes grew wide, as he sank to his knees.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
**
The next day, at lunch..
Cartman carries his lunch tray to the table where Kenny, Kyle, and Stan are already
sitting. He is dressed entirely in black.
"Hey fatass."
"Shut up, you gayass Jew."
"What's with the clothes?" Stan inquired.
"{He's probably wearing black because he heard somewhere it made you look thin.}"
Kenny jokes.
The three of them cracked up
"Kenny, you poor-ass piece of crap, shut your fucking face. Didn't you hear? It's a sad
day for us all.. the new Terrance and Phillip episode didn't air last night!"
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Cry my a fuckin' river, dude. It's not like they cancelled it or
anything."
"Yeah, they probably just changed the air date. It's the most popular show on TV, there's
no way it's cancelled," Stan reasoned.
Cartman sighed. "You two just don't get it. This is a serious occasion.. Terrance and
Phillip are gone, and I am mourning for them."
Stan and Kyle exchanged glances.
"Whatever, dude." Stan declared nonchalantly, as he slipped on a pair of headphones.
"What's with the CD player, Stan? Disney Sing-A-Long?" Cartman inquired.
"Shut up, fatass! I'm trying to listen to my CD here! Can't I enjoy my music in peace?"
"Since when did you start listening to.." Cartman picked up the CD box, "..the Ah-pex
theory?"
"Cartman, shut your goddamn mo..."
Kyle froze. Something was wrong. His food had turned into the sticky, silvery liquid that
had been in his dream the other night. A flower petal landed in it. He looked up, startled.
Everything seemed normal. Stan, Cartman and Kenny stared at him.
"Someone call the loony bin! Kyle's flipped," Cartman declared.
"Shut up, Cartman! I just..." He froze again. One of the white creatures was hovering
directly above Cartman's head.
"Oh my God! Look!" But as soon as he pointed, it dissappeared in a poof of smoke.
Everyone just stared at Kyle.
"Uh.. I think you need to lie down, or something. Come on dude, I'm bringing you to the
nurse's."
Kyle's eyes widened. "No! No, I'm- I'm fine!" The nurse scared the shit out of him.
"Well, you can't hang around at school. If, uh.. whatever that was happens to you again,
you probably don't want to be here."
Kyle looked at Stan, surprised.
"Are you suggesting I skip school?"
"Well, it's either that, or go to the freaky nurse's office."
He thought for a second. "Thanks, dude. I'll see you later."
**
Kyle hid behind piles of snow as he hurried home. Things were getting pretty weird..
Pausing again, he felt himself slipping back into that strange dream world. But this time,
instead of seeing the white figures, or flower petals, or the silver substance, he saw Stan.
Well, it looked like Stan, but older, maybe around 17. He had huge, shining eyes, like one
of those Japanime kids. He was wearing Oriental-looking clothes, and holding a katana*.
He was sitting atop a brick wall, looking relaxed. The moon shone bright in a cloudless,
starry midnight sky. In the background, several other people dressed in flowing robes
with similar eyes and katanas fought. Kyle noticed then that the boy had a deep gash in
his right arm. Blood seeped through the fabric of his clothes. But instead of scarlet, the
blood was black..
Kyle sat up. He was soaking wet and shivering. He looked around. He must have passed
out, or something. He pulled himself out of the pile of snow and trudged towards his
home, contemplating.
What did all this mean? The dreams, the hallucinations at school, the vision of the boy..
God, he thought. I'm really fucked up..
**
What's with Stan and his newfound love of every sort of music the author likes? (hee,
hee) Why is Cartman dressing in all black? How come Kenny never talks? (Because, I
can't think of anything interesting to make him say.)What's wrong with Kyle? Find out,
in the next chapter.. maybe.