So here's my game plan for the next several weeks regarding my fanfics.

Once I'm done writting Chaos Is My Name, I'm going to direct all of my focus to finishing the Elder Goth story. Then I'm going to at least start the first the chapter of the Elder Goth sequel before I continue writting Manta Abridged.

I also have plans of writting a forth South Park fanfic, but it will not come into fruition until I'm well into the Elder Goth sequel.

Chaos Is My Name is intended to be a short multi-chapter fic, so I plan to wash my hands of this story by the end of next week.

Thank you for your support and hang in there, I will finish my stories eventually. Also, I feel inclined to once again inform you that this story contains spoilers from the Elder Goth saga.

Yours Affectionately,

-A.C. Lucius

Oh sweet Jesus! What's going on here? How is this happening?

Just moments ago I was in class minding my own business, and now this! This is just way to much pressure! This always happens to me, something always has to catch me off guard. This is worse than underpants gnomes. Way, way worse…

I was sitting in the back of class to the far right corner just ignoring the teacher. All of my energy was focused on trying to relax. Relaxation is not my strong suit, but I'm getting better. I don't shake or twitch as much, and I've been keeping my startled outbursts to a minimum. However, I don't like surprises and I'm just as paranoid as ever. My head bobbed softly to the music streaming from my ear buds; my right hand tapping to the beat with a pencil. I quietly mouth the lyrics of the song to myself as I tried to ease the trembling in my tense body.

I want you to know that you've fallen through a hole in the sky. The strangers welcome you. As you lose your sanity, they touch your soul…

That sounds just like me. Everyday I walk through the halls of Park County High feeling like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. So much is always going on around me, so much noise and distraction. So much chaos. It is all so utterly terrifying.

Magic potions, grinning fur. It's all a blur, it's all a blur. Magic poisons, royal tea. Run screaming, run screaming to me. I want you to know (Alice is dead). I want you to know (Alice is dead).

The piercing scream of the school bell crashes through my thoughts like a train wreak. The noise causes me to jump out of my skin and let out a small yelp. A few of my classmates turned around to laugh at me before getting up from their seats and piling out of the classroom. I get up a few moments later feeling mildly abashed at my outburst.

I was on my way out the door to meet with my friends Dylan and Henrietta, but hung back when I noticed that Butters wasn't coming. He looked like something was bothering him. I turned and looked at him expectantly, that's when he spoke.

"Hey Tweek," he said, "I'm staying after today, tell the others I'll catch up with them later."

"Okay." I shrugged and stepped out into the hallway. Weird, I thought, Butters isn't acting like his usual self. His usual Gothic self I mean. Butters hasn't acted liked his old usual self since elementary school. I came out of my reverie when I saw Henrietta and Dylan walk by and quickened my pace to fall into step with them.

"Sup Twitch?" Dylan greeted as he attempted to flick his black and red fringe out of his face. When I first started hanging out with the Goth Kids, they nicknamed me "Twitch" because of my spastic episodes. Yeah, I was a pretty fucked up kid.

"I'm doing okay, all things considered." I replied, "So what's the plan for this evening's games of debauchery?"

"Well first, we have to go pick up Ethan from work later."

Our friend Ethan was the oldest of our group and graduated from high school a year ago. Valid Victorian. We were really proud, especially Mrs. Saunders. Now Ethan is majoring in fine arts at the local community college on a full scholarship, and apprenticing at the tattoo parlor. Free college courses and a high paying job? Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.

"Hey, where's Chaos?" asked Henrietta now noticing the absence of one of our party.

"He's staying after," I said, "He said he'd catch up later…" My voice faded after the last syllable.

They both stopped walking abruptly and looked at me. Serious looks of concern staining their faces. We were now standing just outside the school entrance. A few passerby grumbled annoyingly at our blocking the doorway before deciding to shove past us. We didn't pay them any mind.

"Twitch," Dylan said a little nervously, "what the hell is going on here?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly, averting my eyes away from their intense expressions, "he just seemed kind of off…"

"HEY!" Came a startling shout from nowhere. I screamed at the same moment a pair of arms grabbed Henrietta around the waist causing her to squeal. The head of a playful red haired boy peered around the nape of her neck and planted a kiss on her jawbone.

"Kyle, what the fuck man?" she reprimanded her boyfriend only mildly annoyed, "You almost made Twitch piss his pants."

"Sorry, Tweek." Kyle said grinning good naturedly. "And how are you this fine evening, my sweet angel of death?" he added now directing his attention at his girlfriend.

"As black hearted as ever, sexy kosher boy." Henrietta replied, "Are you still picnicking with us at the cemetery tomorrow?"

"Wouldn't think of missing it, babe. Talk to you later…" He gave Henrietta a quick smooch on the lips before continuing on his way.

Dylan stared after him for a few moments, a look of utter repulsion on his face.

"That was the most disgustingly conformist display of affection I have ever seen." he said.

"Oh yeah," Henrietta replied cynically, "I'm so conformist, I shit butterflies."

Just then, a monarch butterfly fluttered by putting an end to all conversation. We all just stared at it, watching as it came to a stop on a dandelion that was growing out of a crack on the sidewalk.

"Your metaphors have perfect timing," Dylan replied with equal sarcasm, "Well, I got to go catch that soul before it falls into the wrong hands…"

Dylan went to chase after the butterfly leaving Henrietta and I to recall our earlier concern about Butters. Something was wrong that he wasn't telling us about. A nagging fear lingered in the back of my mind as I assumed the worst. No, he wouldn't do that… would he? I know he's done a lot of harmful things to himself, but he would never take it that far… right?

I really didn't know. All too often, I jump to the wrong conclusions. Wrong or not though, I couldn't just stand around letting my morbid imagination get the better of me while my best friend might be in trouble. I had to go look for him.

"Henrietta, I'm going to see if Butters is okay." I told her. "Maybe you should go on ahead and pick Ethan up from work…"

Henrietta looked like she was about to object, but thought better of it and pursed her lips sullenly. I turned to go back inside when she grabbed me by the upper arm. I momentarily started and gave a tiny yelp, breathing heavily. My chest heaved up and down as I fought to regain control of my breath.

"Listen," she said firmly, a severe look on her face, "you need to keep a cool head about this. You're not going to do him any favors if you can't get yourself under control, got it?"

I nodded, heaving a deep sigh. It felt good, I felt calmer.

"Okay," she continued, "I'll be back in a half hour. Thirty minutes, Twitch. If you and Chaos aren't out here by the time I get back…" She paused. "Well, don't worry," she pulled me into a hug, "we're not leaving here until we know that Chaos is safe."

I thanked her and ran back inside the school. As I ran down the hall, I tried to think of where to look for first. I guess the best place to look was where I last saw him. The classroom was empty. I checked under the teacher's desk, nothing. The closet, not here… Where else could he be? I thought. Another horrifying thought came to mind as I got an idea of where to look next.

The bathroom. I nervously stood outside the boys' room trying really hard not to think what I was thinking. My body started shaking a little bit harder as I took a deep breath and counted to three. One… two… three… I placed my hand on the door and pushed it open, preparing myself for the worst. Always prepared for the worst. I peered around the door; nothing, that was almost a relief, but I still had the stalls to check. I walked slowly to the first stall and just stood there like before. I couldn't help it, I was scared to death of what I might find. My heart was racing as I placed my hand on the door and I held my breath in anticipation as the door slowly creaked open…

Nothing. I exhaled sharply. This was getting ridiculous, how much longer was I just going to stand around? Henrietta was right, I needed to pull myself together. I decided to quickly check the other stalls kicking one open and peeking inside before moving on to the next one. Where the hell is he? I leave the bathroom, feeling somewhat discouraged and slumped down on the floor with my head in my hands.

"Hey Tweek," a deadpan monotone voice said.

I jumped to my feet, screaming louder than I had all day. I was so busy rocking back and forth and muttering to myself that I didn't hear anyone coming.

"Sorry," said Craig, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"I-it's okay," I reply, my hand over my heart as I tried for the umpteenth time today to relax.

"You sure?" asked Craig, "You seem a lot jumpier than usual today, is everything alright?"

Suddenly, I felt like crying and my eyes began to sting with tears as I stood there looking at him. But before I could even shed a tear or release a sob, Craig grabbed me by the shoulders and gently pressed me against the wall. What he did next was something I had only imagined him doing in my wildest dreams. He kissed me. His lips were pressed firmly against my mouth and my eyes widened in surprise. My body began to tremble anew as my heart accelerated faster than ever.

So this is it, once again I have fallen completely and utterly down the rabbit hole. And this time, there was no finding my way back…