A/N: Hey, Cray Wolf here! You know the drill, I'm sorry, blah bleh blah. Enjoy this chapter Bee Bloo Blah! Guys, I was Kenny for Halloween and it was awesome!

Disclaimer: South Park isn't mine and I ain't affiliated with it in any way.


"Yeah, why're we here?" Chimed Cartman, following Kenny's outburst by standing up. I rolled my eyes. Here we go.

"I fucking died last night again, and as always, no one remembers! I'm not crazy, ya'll gave me the fucking wrong pill last night and I overdosed on it! Payed Damien a sweet visit in Hell afterwards, the prick, and reincarnated in this nightmare!" Kenny tugged at the bottom of his shirt, crumpling it in his fingers. Cartman gave him a side glance.

"Okay, so I can see why he's here, but why me?" He asked to Kenny's dismay.

"Fucking asshole! I thought we were friends!" Yelled Kenny, poking Cartman's chest with a long, pale finger.

"Don't fucking touch me, you poor piece of shit!" He spat back, and leaned over Kenny intimidatingly. The scrawny teen only scowled up at the huge one's face.

"Cartman! McCormick!" The two boys shot their glares towards the tech that had said their names. "This is not how we handle things." Oh, these people had no idea who they were dealing with.

"It's how I handle things, bitch!" And he slugged Kenny across the face. In the blink of an eye, the woman had Cartman in a head lock. Kenny looked up from where he fell on the floor, nose bleeding, and gaped. "Fuck you! Lemme go!" Cartman was attempting to move, but found he couldn't manage more than a twitch from his restraint. Maybe they did know? Kenny was speechless as Cartman was lugged into the "time out room." Mr. Stan helped Kenny up, and walked him to the nurse's office. He didn't say a word, no one did. All of us had our eyes fixed on the limber woman, who was standing straight and tall, like someone from the military, in front of the TV.

"I don't like to deal with bullshit," she said. "When I call your name, you had better believe I need you to listen." The boy named Jeremy was biting his nails. "I'm not mean," she continued. "I just don't like to be disrespected. I am here to help you. My goal is to get you guys out of here, so that you can make something of your lives. Its possible, trust me. I've worked in boot camp, guys. I've done hard labor in the army. I've seen it all, I have. Nothing you guys do will surprise me, which is why I can help. Mr. Stan, Mr. Milton, all the techs here are qualified to help you. If that means we have to restrain you, then so be it." She looked at all of us with a questionable look, then nodded at Mr. Stan. The large, black man took Ms. Jay's place on the floor and cleared his throat.

"That's right. All of you are capable of success, even if you don't feel like it." Success? This is South Park. The most someone could make of themselves growing up in a town like this is by at most owning a rundown pup. Mr. Stan said some more things I didn't really pay attention to, and then went on to explain some rules.

Never get up without raising your hand.

Treat staff and other patients with respect.

This is Hell's Pass, not E Harmony. No dating.

No touching other patients.

Always take your medicine.

Walk in a single file.

One person in the bathroom at a time.

Never get out of staff's sight.

Watch your profanity, you aren't sailors.

No contraband.

Etc.

It was pretty boring. When the man mention the no touching rule, everyone scooted at least an inch from everyone around them, including Tweek. I grimaced. Goddammit. Goddammit, goddammit, goddammit, goddammit! This was stupid. So, so stupid. We shouldn't be there. We didn't deserve this. This was prison. This wasn't okay.

That was a week ago.


A/N: Okay, okay. Super super short. I just want people to know that I'm not dead! School is being a total bitch!

Cray Wolf, Out!