Stan POV -
"How'd you know what to do, Kenny?", I asked.

Me, Craig and Kenny were sitting on the ground next to the wall where Damien went...well, poof. Kyle on my lap, Butters cuddled up on Kenny's, and Tweek shaking slightly in his sleep, head on the lap of Craig. All still passed out.

"Really, I just guessed. I mean, I think in the song, the guy like, seriously said sorry in some dramatic sense, and she was like 'OH CHARLIE!'"

"Charlie?"

"You say the word like alot."

"Shut the fuck up."

"POPCORN!"

We all turned our heads to Craig's lap, where a very twitchy Tweek was upright. Craig pulled him back down onto his lap.

"Mornin' Tweekers."

"Popcorn?"

We all started to laugh. What's with this kid? He wakes up in the lap of a asshole and all he can scream is 'popcorn'? What was going through HIS mind? Tweek yawned and made him self more comfortable on Craig's lap.

"P-popcorn- GAH! -is the name of Kenny's porno.", Tweek giggled. Me and Craig burst into tears at that, waking up Butters. Who, of coarse, just said oh-so innocently.

"I'm alive?"

"Good wake up call, Buttercup`.", Kenny purred, wrapping his arms around the blonde in his lap and closing his eye's. This should mean Kyle will wake up soon, right? Good. Took him long enough. Although it was like, only 25 minutes since they passed out? Yeah, about. And Damien is where again? In a wall? Isn't he 'posed to turn the lights back on? And, and uh, save his blonde...Pip? Yes, yes, and save Pip.

"Pinacolada's...", I looked down toward Kyle. The hell dude, what's with all the food and drinks being ordered in people's sleep?

"Stan?", Kyle lifted his head to mine slightly, looking up.

"Morning. Kind of...", Kyle sat up in my lap.

"Kind of?", he said tilting his head, I continued,"Yeah well, Damien hasn't fixed our little music and random flashing lights issue...thingy...yet."

Did that sound weird?

"Are the doors locked?"

"Yeah, from the outside, why?"

"...Football."

Ok, from expensive drinks to sports. Did those lights mess with your brain waved or something? What's with all the random shit, really!

...Oh, I get it. Football.

And so I stood up and went to the back of the room. Here's where 'Football' pay's off. I closed my eye's and ran toward the door.

*CRASH*

"UMPF!~", I fell on the door, which was laying on the ground outside our room. I heard the guy's behind me start to get up. Kyle walked up next to me first and then-

*THUD*

We both gasped and turned around. The door I was standing on moments ago, was now nailed and re-painted onto the wall, locked.

"S-Stan? Wa-wasn't that d-door...under your feet?", Kyle stuttered. Kyle stared at me. I looked inside the window, next to the now locked door. There was the other four...

What are they doing?

They're pointing behind Kyle and slamming on the glass, they're faces full of fear. Behind Kyle? What's wrong with Kyle? I turned around, Kyle still staring at me.

My face drooped into absolute agony.

"Stan, what is it?", Kyle said, completely oblivious.

I didn't think. It was gonna' take Kyle. The only thing I could think of, to save him...was for that thing to take me instead.

I gripped Kyle's hand and threw him to the side, as the clawed hand of this thing came down.

Kyle looked to me from the ground. Fear portraying his body features, as the thing grabbed me from behind, dragging me off.

"I did it for you, Kyle.", I muttered, as the breath of the thing knocked me out.