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Chapter 23 – The End (For Now)

Stan and Kyle stared in horror at the figure slowly approaching them. Stan gripped Kyle's wrist and squeezed it.

"Run," he whispered.

The two bolted, running as fast as they could into the woods as the shadowy figure chased after them. The cold night air made breathing difficult as Stan started panting with the effort of running. He could hear whatever that thing was right behind them. And it was catching up.

Suddenly, there was the sound of crunching branches and a shout. "Stan! Help!" Kyle cried.

Stan skidded to a halt and turned back to see Kyle on the ground, holding his leg. The figure was towering over him.

"No!" Stan yelled, "I won't let you take my best friend!" He charged the figure and tackled it, knocking it to the ground.

"Hey!" a familiar voice growled, "What do you think you're doing? Get off me!"

Blinking, Stan grabbed his flashlight just as the fog cleared and saw Slackjaw glaring down at him. The two boys gawked at him.

"C-Counselor Slackjaw?" Stan gasped, "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean 'what am I doing here?'" Slackjaw mocked, "I'm looking for the missing campers running amok on this island! Did you really think I wouldn't notice you were all gone with all your shouting?"

"S-Sorry," Kyle stuttered, "We didn't think anyone would notice we were gone."

"Obviously," Slackjaw sneered, "Now let's get you back to camp before that annoying scout master blames me for you all running off."

…

When they got back to camp, they found Brad's gang and Kenny and Cartman waiting for them. Brad and his friends looked pissed.

"Hey Kenny! Are all right?" Stan called as soon as he saw his friend.

"(Yeah,)" Kenny sighed, "(The doctor gave me some painkillers and made me lie down for a while. I'm not a hundred percent, but I don't feel squished anymore.)"

"All right," Slackjaw growled before Stan could say anything, "I would ask what you were all doing out on that island in the middle of the night, but I don't actually care. Now go to bed and no more yelling! I need my shut eye!"

"Yes, sir," they all grumbled.

The kids started heading towards their cabins, tiredness finally starting to overtake them. Before they split off, though, Brad stopped Stan.

"All right you little punk, a deal's a deal," he hissed, "We'll back off. But don't think this is over! I'll get you back one of these days! Count on it!"

Then he stomped off to his own cabin. Stan shuddered and he felt Kyle press to his side.

"Don't worry about him, Stan," he murmured, "We don't have to deal with him anymore. And hopefully by the end of this week, we'll never see him again."

"Yeah, you're right," Stan sighed, "Come on. Let's go to bed."

…

The rest of the week passed by in a blur. Without Brad and his friends tormenting everyone, camp became mildly more bearable. No one got injured anymore. And people started recovering from their previous injuries. Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman attempted to enjoy some of the camp activities, to mixed results. Tweek seemed a lot calmer now that Elle wasn't breathing down his neck. And Butters was as happy as can be.

Finally, it was the last day of camp and they were all packing up to go home. As they were, Stan suddenly remembered something and went to see Dr. Shuu.

"Um, excuse me, Doctor," Stan said nervously, entering the building.

"Ah! Young Stan!" Shuu purred, "I was wondering if I would get the pleasure of operating on you. I didn't think it would be the last day of camp. Still, better late than never I suppose."

"Actually, I had a question for you," Stan said, shaking off the implications of what Shuu had said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the photo he had found in the burnt out house. "Does this family look familiar to you?"

Shuu looked at it for a brief moment before his lips curled up into a smile. "They do, in fact," he replied, "Those are my parents, and that is me as young boy. Did you perhaps find that picture on that island out on the lake?"

"Y-Yes," Stan answered, "But what happened?"

The smile never left Shuu's face. "Perhaps some things are left forgotten for now," he said cryptically.

Stan couldn't get out of there fast enough.

An hour later everyone was on the bus headed back to South Park. And the kids couldn't be more relieved.

"Good riddance!" Cartman scowled, "Those were the worst two weeks of my life!"

"I dunno! I had fun!" Butters commented.

"That's because you're a dumbass, Butters," Cartman growled.

"Well, let's just be glad it's all behind us now," Stan said as he sat beside Wendy.

"Agreed," Kyle nodded.

"(Hey, do you guys smell smoke?)" Kenny wondered.

"You're just imagining things, Kenny," Cartman jeered, "Just sit back, relax, and think nice thoughts until we get to South Park."

Kenny shrugged and went back to staring out the window.

…

Meanwhile, as the bus carrying the kids got further and further away, Camp Jackov was completely engulfed in flames. As the employees ran away or tried to put them out, Slackjaw stood among the blaze, laughing maniacally.

THE END

And that's the end of Camp Sucks-A-Lot! For now. There will be a sequel, but I don't know when I'll get it out. But right now I hope you enjoyed this story. Sorry it took so long to finish. Also sorry if the last chapter seemed a little rushed, but I think it was always going to be like that. But please leave a comment letting me know what you think and look forward to more content soon!