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Frosted wind blazed over the Cyborg Command Center, which loomed a couple miles away from the Alien Junkyard in the icy mountains. Subzero Titans patrolled the outskirts of the center while the Grunts and Gunners roamed through the building.
In the tower, a Cyborg Titan had opened his iPhone after receiving a call from Craig. "Me and my gang are searching for Stan's group on the Holy Road, so I want you to get the others prepared," Craig was telling the Titan. "Once we've found their location, I want as many guys as you can muster to head over here and annihilate them, got it?"
"Roger that," The Cyborg Titan replied. Craig promptly ended the call, leaving the Titan and the others stationed at the command center to their own devices.
"God, 4th Graders are annoying," The Cyborg Titan grumbled to one of the Subzero Titans.
"Hey, we just have to put up with it until he leads us to the key," The Subzero Titan replied. "After that. . ." He finished by clenching his metal fist, eliciting a chuckle from the Cyborg.
One of the Space Grunts, absent-mindedly gazing out the window of the tower, abruptly snapped up to attention when something caught his eye. "Hey, look!" He shouted, springing out of his seat. The Titans turned just as a massive shadow loomed over the tower, and the shape of a lone UFO soaring through the icy winds passed overhead, vanishing just as quickly as it had arrived.
"What the Hell?" The Cyborg Titan exclaimed, stunned. He hadn't given the order for air support to be sent.
Before he could ponder the situation further, his iPhone vibrated, signalling that someone was calling him. Whipping out his phone, he saw it was a lowly Space Grunt out on the outskirts of the command center, a panicked expression on his face.
"Sir, we have a huge problem!" The Space Grunt was shouting, his eyes wild. In the background of the phone, the Cyborg Titan could see multiple Space Gunners firing at something unseen in the background, while the grunts were fleeing.
"What's going on?" He asked, baffled.
"There was a breakout at the Alien Junkyard!" The Space Grunt explained, ducking as an arrow zipped over his head. "All the prisoners were released, and they're heading-" He was cut off as, without warning, an arrow plunged into the side of his head. The Cyborg Titan instinctively recoiled as blood sprayed on the phone's screen. The grunt's eyes went wide before he collapsed onto the snow, the phone clattering a few feet away from his hands before going dark.
The Cyborg Titan stood still, stricken in shock. He was snapped out of his trance as alarm sirens began blaring, and he rushed to the window to observe what was occurring outside the center. Once he did, his eyes widened in shock.
Below, dozens of players were swarming the Cyborg Command Center, the former prisoners who had been released by Kenny and Annie. It appeared that after being freed, rather than try to escape, they'd instead sought revenge against the ones who'd spoiled the game for them. They attacked the sci-fi kids without mercy; the grunts and gunners attempted to fight back, but their assailants battered down their defenses and surged through.
"What the Hell is going on?!" The Cyborg Titan asked, baffled at how the command center was being overrun so quickly. As he scanned the area, he found his answer.
"Hooowdy ho!" Mr. Hankey cried as he sprang across the snowy ground, leaving poo stains wherever he went. As he sprang across his command center, his warcry increased the attacker's charge rate, allowing them to attack more efficiently than they would have otherwise.
"Look out!" A Space Grunt within the tower cried as arrows were launched by several Indian Braves towards them. The arrows smashed through the windows, forcing those inside to dive to avoid being hit. A few weren't fast enough and were skewered by the arrows or glass shards.
Getting to his feet, the Cyborg Titan bellowed, "Defenses, up!"
Several gunners manned the Cyborg Towers stationed around the command center. Quickly, they began firing down at the attackers, managing to blast through several of them. However, Dogpoo, rushing through the center, slung several dog turds at the gunners, striking them in the face and obscuring their vision. The distraction allowed a few Indian Hunters to shoot at the gunners, taking them out.
One of the Turbo Space Grunts rushed into the tower. "They've entered the tower!" He shouted, a panicked look on his face.
"We have to get out of here!" The Subzero Titan exclaimed.
"But Craig said-" One of the grunts responded, but was cut off.
"Who cares what Craig said?" The Cyborg Titan interrupted. "We'll just find another way to get that key!"
With that, the sci-fi kids fled the room, rushing towards the emergency escape exit to reach the nearest UFO before their attackers caught up to them.
Kenny's eyes were focused as he guided the UFO through the icy winds, following the map's directions. By now, Annie had returned, having thoroughly inspected the UFO and taking care of anyone else on board.
"So where are we headed now?" She asked, clutching the laser gun in her hands.
"(We're going to go through the Dragon Pass,)" Kenny informed her. "(It may be treacherous, but there are bound to be less people there than the other directions. We'll sneak through the pass and hopefully, we can make it to the Underworld before anyone else does.)"
Annie took a seat a few feet away from Kenny. "So Kenny, if you were to somehow get the key, what would you wish for?" She asked, out of curiosity.
Kenny stayed silent for a moment. "(What would you wish for?)" He replied, keeping his eyes straight ahead.
"Oh, me?" Annie replied, seemingly surprised he was asking her that question. "I wasn't really going to wish for anything. It was really my girl friends, well, Wendy and Bebe specifically. They wanted the key, I guess for some liberal or feminist reasons, and I was just supposed to help them out. It was really gonna be their wish."
"(Hm,)" Kenny murmured, continuing to steer the UFO as a gust of wind blew across the windowsill.
"So, what were you gonna wish for?" Annie repeated.
Kenny sighed. "(You know my sister, Karen?)" He asked.
Annie paused. "Not particularly," She said. "I know about her, but. . ."
"(Did you know that most of the time, she goes to sleep hungry?)" Kenny asked, finally turning around to face Annie. "(Or that the amount of times she's seen a $20 bill in person could be counted on one hand? Or that she only has a half-decent meal once every several months?)"
Annie seemed taken aback. "N-No, I didn't," She mumbled. "Well, I guess I might've, but. . ."
"(Well that's her life that she lives every fucking day!)" Kenny shouted. "(That's how all of us live! Me, her, Kevin, our parents! That's our life!)" He jumped off the seat, leaving the UFO unmanned.
"(But getting the key will change all of that!)" He explained, grabbing Annie's shoulders. "(If I get my wish, I can fix our lives! We won't have to live in that shitty home! We'll be able to afford decent living and food! We can. . . can. . ."
"Not be poor?" Annie finished.
"(Yes!)" Kenny exclaimed. "(I don't even want to be rich like Token! Just have an equal footing with the rest of you guys. A normal life, or at least as normal as it can be. For my sister.)" Taking his seat at the controls, he continued flying the ship.
For a few moments, Annie remained silent as she took in Kenny's words. She'd never considered what it'd be like to be in Kenny's shoes. As she took it in, she realized that she didn't really deserve to get the key. She didn't even know what she would wish for if she got it.
Until now.
Kenny's eyes widened as he felt Annie wrap her arms around him and hug him from behind. She pressed her face against the back of his hoodie, and he slowly turned around to face her, his eyebrows raised.
"I'll help you," She whispered resolutely.
Most of Stan's group were fast asleep in one of the extra rooms in Father Maxi's church. After their long travel, they were glad to be able to get a few hours rest before they continued on their travels.
Stan was one of the few still awake. He sat against the window, gazing outside forlornly. It had been hours since he'd last seen Kyle; his redheaded friend had told him he was just going to make sure they weren't being followed, and yet he still hadn't returned.
What was taking him?
"Hey, Stan?" His father's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Craning his head around, he saw Randy, who was now dressed as a Sexy Nun.
"Is this blasphemous?" He asked, sticking a leg out of his skirt to reveal fishnet tights.
"Oh, dad, seriously?" Stan asked, diverting his eyes from his dad. "Come on?"
"What?" Randy asked.
Sharon, who was laying on one of the beds, raised her head up. "Will you shut the fuck up, Randy?" She snapped, irritated. She realized she was in a church, and quickly whispered, "Sorry."
Stan groaned. At that moment, one of the young Choirboys rushed into the room, saying, "Hey guys, come downstairs! Something's happening!" Without saying another word, he exited the room and rushed down the hallways.
Stan exchanged a confused glance with Sharon before they, joined by some of the awoken children, got up and headed downstairs to see what the fuss was about.
Downstairs, a glowing, heavenly light was emitting from outside the church doors. Father Maxi was standing near the doors, wandering whether to open it, while the Choirboys were huddled together, awed and a little fearful at the same time.
Rubbing his tired eyes, Stan asked, "What's going on? What's out there?"
"I don't know, my child," Father Maxi replied, staring at the bright light.
"Well, are you gonna open the doors or not?" One of the Holy Defenders asked.
Taking a deep breath, Father Maxi stepped forward and pushed the doors open. Almost immediately, the bright light engulfed the room, causing everyone to recoil from the blinding aura.
When the light began to dissipate, the church residents turned to gaze outside. Their eyes widened when they saw a pair of small angels, blowing their trumpets. White doves fluttered inside the church, flapping their wings over the children's heads, eliciting small giggles from them.
Standing at the front of the church entrance was none other than Choirboy Butters. "Hello, Father Maxi," He said, jingling his golden bells. "I've been looking all over for you!"
Father Maxi's eyes widened. "Butters!" He exclaimed. "Why, it's a blessing to see you here! What are you doing here?"
"Why else?" Butters asked, clasping his hands together. "I've come to give thanks to the Lord that you're in this game. Peace be with you, Father."
"Peace be with you, my child," Father Maxi said, smiling.
"Can we come in, then?" Butters asked.
Standing in the back, Stan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was only Butters. However, his relief was short-lived as his memory came back to him. He'd only seen Butters a select few times within the game. And the last time he'd seen him, he'd been with. . .
"No," He whispered, his eyes widening in horror as realization dawned upon him. "No, wait! Father Maxi, wait!"
But it was too late.
"Why of course you can come in, Butters," Father Maxi said. "Praise the Lord!"
And just like that, the church doors were flung open by a powerful force, causing nearly everyone inside to be tossed backwards. Stan was knocked over by one of the Holy Defenders. As he sat back up, he froze as he saw Dark Angel Red fly into the church, her black wings flapping menacingly, followed by Medusa Bebe, her snake hair hissing viciously.
And last, but definitely not least, Angel Wendy soared inside the church, her bow and arrow clenched tightly within her fists.
Her eyes landed on Stan, and they narrowed darkly.
"Pray for mercy," She whispered menacingly.
Deep in the woods, the motorcycle girl hummed softly to herself as she readied her spell. She had drawn a large, red symbol in the ground, and lit candlesticks around it. In the center of the symbol lay Cartman's dead body.
The girl closed her eyes as she delved into her pocket and pulled out the Dark Resurrection spell icon. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and locked eyes with Cartman's lifeless ones.
Then, she cast the spell.
As the icon vanished, sickly green balls of energy emerged from Cartman's corpse. The ground below him cracked, and the fires lighting the candlesticks were blown out. For a few moments, Cartman's body was still.
Then, his finger twitched ever so slightly. Then his stomach heaved, his arms flailed, and a loud groan of pain emerged from Cartman's lips as, like a zombie, he lifted himself off the ground.
For a few moments, he sat on the ground, blinking a few times. Outstretching his arms, he looked down at them, flexing his arms before feeling his body as the realization that he was no longer dead registered.
Finally, his eyes narrowed. "When there's no more room in Hell, Cartman shall walk the Earth!" He shouted, clenching his fist tightly as he stood up tall. Immediately, his eyes landed upon the motorcycle girl.
"Who the Hell are you?" He asked.
"Your savior," The girl replied coolly, smiling behind her mask.
Cartman squinted as his memory slowly came back to him. "Wait, I remember. . ." He whispered, before he narrowed his eyes. "Oh, that sneaky little Jew! He thought he was so smart, getting the drop on me like that! Well, I'll show him!"
"I can help you with that," The girl replied slyly.
"Huh?" Cartman asked, looking up at her.
"You may have been rescued from death's clutches, but you're in no position to face Kyle," The girl told him. "Unless, of course. . ."
"Unless what?" Cartman asked, eager for the chance to get his revenge on his nemesis.
The girl delved into her pocket, revealing her spells and totems. "With me, you can get that key and wish for whatever you want," She said. "More importantly, however, you can get your revenge on the one who killed you, as well as his allies."
"I like the sound of that," Cartman said, grinning darkly.
The girl took one of the totems, which materialized into an Energy Staff. She extended it to Cartman, who quickly took it in his hands. Almost immediately, sparks of electricity bounced off the staff, enveloping Cartman in energy.
"Sweet!" He shouted as he was consumed by the staff's power.
The girl shielded her eyes away from the blinding light. Even then, her mouth twisted into a grin.
Finally, the transformation was complete. The light faded, and the girl turned to stare back at the transformed Cartman, a proud smile on her face.
"Arise, my Grand Wizard," She whispered darkly.
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