I am running out of time, I only have eleven days left now. They however, all have less than that. But they do not know it, it is funny, how they are so unaware of what is going to happen. I cannot wait. I cannot wait until they get what they deserve...
"Okay, who wants breakfast?" Wendy called from the kitchen, where her, Stan, Bebe and Clyde were already tucking in.
"Is there bacon?" Cartman inquired moodily as he entered the kitchen and eyed up the girl's bowls of fruit warily.
"Yeah, just for you." Wendy sighed and offered him a plate stacked high with sausage, fried egg and bacon.
"...Why do I have the biggest breakfast?" Cartman snapped. "Are you calling me fat?"
"Oh, well then would you like to swap it for a smaller portion?" Wendy raised her eyebrows.
"No, this is mine." He simpered and began to snaffle up his bacon at the table.
"So guys, what are we going to do today?" Token asked as he entered with Kenny.
"Don't know." Stan shrugged. "It's kind of boring hanging here all the time.
"Yeah but we can make it fun." Kenny chimed in.
"How?" Craig muttered as he sat down at the dining table, opposite Cartman. Clearly, he was fed up of not having Tweek around and it was making him less-enthusiastic than ever.
"What about hide and seek?" Bebe giggled and Clyde gave her a weird look.
"Hide and seek?" Him and Stan repeated and she nodded excitedly.
"Actually yeah..." Wendy nodded. "This house is massive, it would be awesome."
"Um... Alright..." Stan frowned. "We can play that at some point."
"What about blind man's buff?" Kyle added as he appeared in the doorway. He had obviously been listening to the conversation outside the door.
"Seriously you guys?" Craig jumped up from his chair. "What are we? Three years old?"
"Yeah, why are playing children's party games on our college spring break?" Cartman smirked, almost having finished his breakfast.
"Look, Craig." Clyde put his hand on his shoulder. "We know you miss Tweek-"
"I don't 'miss' him." Craig retorted. "I don't care, I just wished he had told me he was going home."
"Did you talk to Butters?" Stan asked, frowning.
"Yeah, he said he didn't see him leave either. He just disappeared apparently." Craig shrugged. "But I got a text from his parents saying he was at home, so I know he's ok."
"Speaking of Butters, where is he?" Kenny asked.
"That's good Craig, I'm glad he's alright." Butters stood in the doorway, knocking his knuckles together.
"Oh hey Butters." Kenny jumped at the quick response. "Goodnight's sleep?"
"Very good thanks." Butters smiled pathetically and poured himself some cereal.
"At least some people slept well." Kyle sighed and shot a glare at Cartman.
"Why, didn't you sleep?" Token asked him.
"Nope." Kyle shook his head. "Someone filled my mattress with frozen peas and then they melted."
"Wow, that person must be really clever." Cartman sniggered. "If I ever find that person, I'll give them a high five."
"High five you're face then fatass." Kyle spat and Cartman raised his eyebrows then left the room.
"He giving you a hard time huh?" Stan guessed and Kyle nodded.
"Like you wouldn't believe." He replied. "But I'll get him back, you just wait and see."
"Shit don't do anything too drastic Kyle." Kenny mumbled. "We don't want to turn this place into a hospital."
"I won't." Kyle spat and then traipsed out of the kitchen, following Cartman's footsteps.
"Mahn, he's really on edge at the moment isn't he?" Clyde laughed, putting his arm around Bebe.
"Do you know why Stan?" She piped up. "You are his best friend after all."
"Yeah well..." He trailed off, eyeing up Bebe. "I think he's just... hung up a certain person that's all."
"What like Tweek?" Craig frowned, looking up.
"Yeah... Like that..." He replied and then left the kitchen.
"Ok, so does everyone know the rules of this game?" Wendy yelled, clapping her hands excitedly. Everyone had gathered in the main hall; Craig and Clyde were slouched on couches, Kyle and Cartman were mouthing off to each other in the corner of the room, Token was texting on his phone, most likely to Nicole. Stan had cracked open a beer and was sipping it whilst sitting in a rocking chair and Kenny was sitting cross legged on the floor, standing directly beneath both Bebe and Wendy and catching a glimpse up their skirts every now and then. Butters however, was nowhere to be seen.
"The rules of the game?" Clyde slurred. "It's bloody hide and seek, I think everyone here had a childhood."
"Yes Clyde, whatever, just checking." Wendy rolled her eyes and then turned to whisper to Bebe. "Please can you talk to your boyfriend about his attitude?"
"He's not my boyfriend." Bebe hissed in her ear and Wendy raised her eyebrows.
"Course..." She nodded. "It must have been Kenny and Token knocking that headboard around last night then huh?" Wendy simpered and then walked off to sit on Stan's lap.
"Uh!" Bebe objected loudly. "Maybe your boyfriend should sound proof these walls. Sorry to be an inconvenience!"
"Not my fault, this isn't my place." Stan shrugged and Bebe stormed out into the corridor.
"BUTTERS? GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!" Bebe's voice echoed round the entire building.
"Kyle give me my phone!" Cartman objected, and all heads turned to where the two were fighting in the corner of the room.
"Oh why? Were you in the middle of texting mommy?" Kyle sniggered and Cartman went red with rage.
"No!" He retorted and Kyle began flicking through his contacts.
"Oh right, must have been a hot girl then." He grinned. "Let's see; you have KFC on speed dial, your mom, Butters' home number, the pizza place. Oh and 'Fat Institutions LTD.'"
"No I do not!" Cartman yelled. "I'm not fat, I'm big boned!" He paused for a second whilst Kyle raised his eyebrows. "...And the fat institution thing is from last year... I stopped going."
"Oh bad ass." Kyle nodded and chucked his phone back at him. "Go on then, continue texting your mother in peace."
"I'm not talking to my mom." Cartman whined. "Not even Butters does that at this age."
"Hi folks!" Butters chirped as he entered the room, an enraged Bebe following behind him. "Sorry, I was just skyping my mom on the toilet."
"...I take that back..." Cartman muttered and Wendy leapt of Stan's lap, ready to start the action.
"Ok ok, Butters we don't need the graphic detail." Wendy sighed.
"Oh good, my eyes are in luck once more." Kenny licked his lips as he peered up Wendy's skirt. Both Bebe and Wendy pulled them down in disgust and Clyde gave him a glare.
"Right... Who wants to count first?" Bebe asked and Token raised his hand slowly.
"If it means I get to sit here for one hundred seconds longer, then I will." Token sighed and everyone stood up.
"Ok, everyone run off and hide then!" Bebe exclaimed. "Token cover your eyes!"
"Huh, like I haven't heard that before." He winked at her and everyone looked confused.
"Anyway..." Stan eased. "Let's go!" People began to rush out of the room and silence instantly fell on the hall. The only noises to be heard were the grandfather clock and Token's slow continuous counting.
"23, 24, 25..." He chorused, in time with the clock, as if it was a metronome, counting down time, precious time. "37, 38, 39..." The sun went in behind the large, arched windows and the room was suddenly plunged into shadow. A figure makes its way across the room to draw the curtains, hiding any light that could still enter. "71, 72, 73..." The rustling from the floors above stops, as everyone finds their hiding place, except for one person, who is standing still in front of Token's closed eyes. "98, 99, 100..." Token's eyes open slowly and he frowns at the sight in front of him. "Oh... Found you-"
"Ready or not? Here I come." The voice growls and an ear piercing scream echoes around the silent hall. For a few seconds only, before the room become silent again...
