The final bell at 3:00 finally rang. The South Park Elementary students were free to happily go home for their own time. Henrietta and Sydney left first, then came a bruised Dylan, a blood dripped Evan, and a traumatized now dirty blonde Georgie wearing boy band clothes. They all looked different from how they were earlier, though Henrietta looked exactly the same and didn't seem to be bothered by her experience in school. Dylan and Sydney saw each other for the first time since lunch. The other students had already left, on the bus, or picked up by a parent and/or guardian. It was just the Goth Kids alone, like normal, only outside of school.

"Go to him." Henrietta pushed Sydney closer to the boys.

Sydney nodded and approached the boys. Mainly Dylan, making eye contact with him. "Hello, Dylan. What fresh hell is this?" she asked, snarky as Henrietta, looking at him like she didn't give a fuck.

"Sydney... What happened to you?" Dylan asked, weakly. Stan Marsh was stronger than he looked.

"What happened to me? What happened to you? You look like a conformist wannabe trying to fit in with everybody else. That makes me sad, more sad than the untimely death I will endure as another birthday for me encounters my depressing life."

The Goth Kids stared at her verses. Even Georgie was surprised and when he had a lot to get off his tiny chest, it would be the most epic thing anyone could hear. "Whoa..." the boys, but Dylan said.

"Sydney, what happened?" Dylan repeated. "You were so full of life for a nonconformist. Now, you're exactly like the others. I conformed to be with you."

"I nonconformed to be with you." Sydney stated, icily. "I'm sorry, Dylan, but it seems as though we can no longer see one another. You can't be an official Goth kid anymore."

"She has a point, dude." Evan looked at Dylan's conformist wardrobe.

"Totally." Georgie added.

"For sure." Henrietta agreed.

"Let's go to Henri's place for a poetry reading." Sydney signaled and walked with the other Gothlings.

"Can't I come?" Dylan asked, noticing he was excluded.

The remaining Goth Kids looked at him, coldly.

"Why would we wanna be with a conformist like you?" Evan spat. "Sydney's got real potential now and you blew it. I hope you enjoy your sunshine fairy tale you call a life, Dylan."

The Goths then turned back around and made their way to the Biggle house.

Dylan glanced down at the ground, feeling hurt. "I almost forgot how painful it is to be a conformist... Now what do I do?"

There was light singing heard. Dylan turned to see Butters Scotch leave the school and be on his way home on the school bus before he would miss it and his parents would ground him for his little fault.

"Hey, kid!" Dylan called, then went to Butters. "Hey!"

"Oh, don't hurt me!" Butters stepped back, nervously. "I promise I won't tell anyone if you killed Kenny McCormick in the boys bathroom!"

"Calm down, I promise I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not a nonconformist anymore, I'm a conformist like you!"

"Um, okay..."

"Wanna hang out, kid? We can be friends!"

"Oh, gee, I don't think Mom an' Dad would let me have anyone over..." Butters dug his hands in his pockets, glancing down at the ground, shyly.

"Please, I'll make it up to you! I have nowhere else to go, kid!"

"Well, since you asked nicely."

Butters and Dylan smiled. They then went their way back on the bus and Dylan cringed once he saw the crotchety bus driver again. He tuned her out and sat next to Butters on the bus as it drove off smoothly before making everyone fall out of their seats. Dylan studied Butters and the other schoolchildren like he were a zoologist studying an endangered species. He hadn't been a regular conformist in a long time and he had to find himself. He wondered if he would be able to fit in with his new friends like he did with Henrietta, Evan, and Georgie, before Sydney came around. He then wondered how Evan was spineless enough do what she said. He was the leader of them after all.