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Stan sat down on my couch and Pete handed him the cup of water. He took a sip, and I sat down across from him. "Stan I love you too, but only as my best friend. To be completely honest I don't know who I love at the moment." Yes I used to have romantic feelings for Stan, but they fizzed out. "Besides someone else likes you."

"Wait you thought. Oh! Kyle what I meant by love I meant only as a friend or brother." I nodded and I saw Pete relax. "So... Someone likes me? Is it Wendy?!"

"Um guys... Shouldn't we get back to the murder situation?" Pete mentioned and I nodded. "So you think Cartman didn't do it?"

"Yeah! I mean why would he? Sure he did tone of messed up things in the past like the chili incident, but he's changed since then." I explained and Stan rolled his eyes.

"Kyle. We both know he would kill if he wanted to!" Stan tells me and I shake my head. "No? No!? Kyle do you realize who he fucking is?!"

"What if it's Tony?" Stan and I look at Pete. "I mean Kyle told me that Tony guy seemed off after he confessed..."

Stan rolled his eyes again and stood up. He motioned to Pete as he stared at me. "If anyway has been acting off is you Kyle! Since you got that first letter from Cartman you've been acting different like some some..."

"What Stan?!" I hissed.

"Some fa-" I heard the crack of knuckles before I realized what happened. Pete had hit Stan. Stan held his cheek and stared at Pete. "What the fuck?!"

"Don't you dare even think about calling him that again!" Pete yells. It was the first time in years I saw Pete stand up to someone. "I should have known you were homophobic." Pete hissed.

Stan just stared at him before grabbing his coat and leaving. Pete sat back down and we just sat there. It seemed like hours before I spoke. "He's not homophobic. He's just angry I haven't been hanging out with him as much as you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as well."

Pete shook his head. I know Stan wasn't homophobic. Pete stood up and went upstairs. I fell asleep downstairs. Or at least I tried to sleep. A lot of thoughts were going through my head.

Why did Cartman confess to the crime?

What if the killer is still out there?

What if the killer really is Tony?

What if... What if it really is Cartman?

No. No no no. It's not Cartman! I can't... No I won't believe it's him.

The next morning my neck was killing me. I didn't sleep much and Pete was making breakfast. I got up and walked over to him. "You know you don't have to do this, right?"

"Well I punched your best friend last night and I'm spending a few nights here so its a way to pay you back." Pete told me.

I sat down and a lot of thoughts went threw my head. "I hate life."

"Sorry bud... Stan came over." I instantly sat up. "He said he sent Butters to talk to Cartman and he was sorry."

I nodded and looked down at my phone. I saw messages from Stan, Tony, and Kenny.

Stan: I'm sorry about last night

Kenny: I heard about what happened to Cartman. Pete massaged Craig and he told me.

Tony: Can you meet me at the park?

I gulped. Tony wants to meet up... I sent him a quick massage saying no, and placed my phone in my pocket. Pete handed me a plate and sat across from me with his own.

We started eating and I felt my phone buzz. I took it out to see another message from Tony. This one was strange in a way.

Tony: We both fucking know Cartman isn't the killer.

My blood went cold. Tony knows he was arrested? Who told him? I'm sure the news didn't get to this yet. I sent him a quick message.

Me: Starks Pond. Tonight at nine.

Pete quickly unfinished his food and it made me a little worried. I barely even see him eat. "Pete I-"

"I'm sorry I hit Stan. I was out of line." He told me as he placed his dishes in the sink. "I already have apologized to Stan."

I nodded and he looked at his phone. "I'm going to go to the police station... I need to talk to Cartman."

Pete sipped his coffee and looked a bit worried, but nodded. I looked at my phone one last time to see a message from Tony agreeing to our meeting.

I grabbed my coat and walked outside. Last night was was strange. Cartman's confession didn't seem true. It seemed like he was forced to or something.

Or he's hiding something...

I walked to the police station, and when I got there Butters was leaving. He stopped on the top step and stared at me. I stoped walking and looked up at him. We haven't really talked much recently. "Hey Kyle."

"Hey Butters." I walked to him and gave him a small hug. I know Kenny is more like his best friend, but like me he was still friends with Cartman. "Sorry about Cartman."

I felt his hands wrap around me and his head landed on my shoulder. "Be careful just incase like he is the killer. I'll try my best to get him out."

"Just don't do anything stupid." I tell him as we end the hug. He nods and starts to leave. I went into the police station and talked to a cop. The took me to Cartman's cell and I saw him sitting down looking down at his lap. "Hey Cartman."

He looked up at me and walked over as the cop walked away. They are truly dumb. "What are you doing here Kyle?"

"I came to check on you. Know you didn't do it so why did you confess?" I asked him and he shook his head.

"Kyle. If I didn't they woyld keep pushing it. They already slapped and hit me. They have evidence if was me, and they wouldn't give up. They found my club ring with the victim... I lost it a few days ago." He explained. "This will show I really didn't do it... But only if they kill again."

"You're fucking stupid Eric." I huffed. My hands were wrapped around the bars.

"Funny. You just called me Cartman a minute ago." Cartman chuckled. He looked around to see now one else was near by before he kissed my forehead. "Let the cops and others find the killer. I don't want you to get hurt."

I felt my cheeks heat up for the fifth time this week. I nodded. "I'll be careful. I promise." Yeah I lied.

Cartman nodded and we said our goodbyes. For the rest of the day I was worrying and plotting my talk with Tony.

Once nine came around I was about to leave. "Where you going?" Ike and Pete asked me.

"Uh going to Stan's." I lied. They nodded and I walked outside. I started walking towards Starks Pond filled with nerves. What if he really is the killer... Tony please don't fucking kill me. I saw Tony sitting on a bench. "Um hey."

He turned around and saw me. He stood up with a smile on his face. "Hey! You actually came!"

"What do you know about the killer?" I flat out asked him. "Your text said that we both know Cartman didn't do it! How did you even know he was arrested?"

He just stared at me. His smile turning into a frown. "That's why you actually showed up?"

I nodded. "Yes! I would do anything to get someone wrongly accused out of jail! It doesn't matter if the guy is an asshole or not!"

Tony rolled his eyes. "He's messing with you Kyle!"

"I don't fucking care!" I yell. "Just tell me! Do you know who the killer is or not?!"

"Yes alright!?" He gripped my shoulders. "I know the fucking killer. I also know he would not fucking touch a hair on your pretty little head." The last part sounded so sickening.

I pulled myself away from him almost tripping over a broken tree branch. "It's you isn't it?" He walks around me in a full circle. "Answer me asshole!"

"I might be." An evil grin flashed grew. "I might not be." Something flashed in his eyes. He glanced behind me before looking back into my eyes.

I looked behind me to see a scared Butters. He was breathing quickly looking like he was about to have a panic attack. Tears were in his eyes and he ran. "Run Bu-" I felt a sharp pain against the back of my head before I landed on the snowy ground. Before I blacked out I saw two pairs of feet running after Butters and Tony tackling Butters to the ground.

Two people working together?