Disclaimer - Don't own south park or any of the characters, just bored and wanted to write something fun.

Authors note – So I know I'm not that talented of a writer, but I am really enjoying writing this story. I hope you all enjoy it, even if only a little bit. I've already got ideas for other stories so if this one goes well maybe I'll start one up in a few chapters? Let me know what you think of this, where I can improve ect.

P.S. I'm hopeless on grammar but you are welcome to make suggestions!

Chapter 15

At the throne in the woods...

The young man sat waiting impatiently for his servant to return. Thoughts of victory and domination occupying much of his attention. He tapped his fingers on the arm of his stone chair as the two shells he'd forced to fight for his entertainment battled it out, pathetically in his opinion. "Kill them both." He said bored to the much more powerful shell next to him. It didn't make any indication that it heard the command other than charging forward and grabbing each of the shells by the throat. It began to squeeze, you couldn't suffocate a shell as they didn't need to breathe, but that wasn't what it was doing. This shell was much taller than the other two, literally towering over them even hunched and its hands were large enough wrap all the way around their necks. The young man favored this brute, simple and obedient without being useless. He could not say the same about most of his other servants. Most were simple shells newly created and weak, he had a handful of revenants at his disposal most of which were nothing special and were only useful as spies. But his most useful servant, the one he was currently waiting on was different. He was a revenant of a sort. He was strong, the brute before him wouldn't stand a ghost of a chance, but he was also disrespectful. He had never had a servant he could not completely control. For a warlock usually it was necessary to suppress a revenant's personality at least somewhat in order to maintain control. But he could not seem to suppress this one at all. He talked back, he straight up refused to do anything he considered petty. His most capable servant was also the one that brought him the most annoyance.

"I'm back, miss me?" A young man said stepping out of the shadows behind him. The boy on the throne was always annoyed by the familiar tone this revenant took with him.

"What took you so long? I was beginning to think you'd been killed, not that it would be too much of a loss if you were forgotten." The warlock said thinking himself clever, revenants and shells literally cringed at the mention of being forgotten. But not this one, this one just sneered at him.

"Yea it would be pretty nice, wouldn't have to see your brooding ass again." The warlock was sure a vein must be popping out of his forehead by this point. He waved it, this conversation was getting him nowhere, he still needed his servant. But once he achieved his objective he would have to reevaluate it's worth.

"Well, what did you see?" The warlock asked his servant who shoved a much larger creature out of the way as though it were made of cardboard.

"Hmm, they're celebrating their victory last night, they skipped school." The servant said bored. The boy on the throne smile and curled his fingers digging into his chair at the thought of his prey vulnerable.

"We strike then! While, they're alone and unarmed, no gods to save them this time!" He got up and strode across the clearing where his throne stood. His servant just looked at him bored.

"No, not now." The warlock froze mid step. He whirled on his servant, he could deal with many things, familiarity, a refusal to do menial tasks, but he would never allow a servant to give him an order.

"You dare to give me a command?" The clearing darkened then influenced by they boy's anger. "Don't forget who made you what you are, I can unmake you just as easily!" The revenant didn't blink, it didn't truly have emotions so he supposed trying to frighten it wouldn't work, but it might make it reevaluate it's own actions in the benefit of self preservation.

"I'm not commanding I'm advising. Say you attack them now, they're weak, unarmed, helpless. It would be like stepping on an ant. After all your work all these years would that truly satisfy you? And what would it prove? Would you look powerful crushing two almost ordinary people at their most vulnerable? Or would you be a child striking out upset that he had been losing a game?" The warlock was seething with anger, more so because he knew his servant was right, he was getting frustrated. He had planned for years to take down his prey and now that the time had finally come he'd faced set back after set back. He was facing several formidable opponents but his true prey was not one of them and it angered him that he could not get it. The revenant smiled, he knew exactly what made this warlock tick, his master thought he held the leash but this revenant would never been a completely willing slave. His master sought to prove himself and wanted revenge, it made him predictable. And while he could probably goad him into making a mistake and engaging their enemy opening and getting himself killed it might also lead to the revenant's destruction. So for the time being he wanted his master to win, he just wanted him to suffer more, nothing brought him more pleasure.

"So we let them recuperate build up strength and then what?" The warlock questioned floating back into his seat without turning around.

"They will let down their guards when they are at their most powerful, then we crush them. Defeating your enemy when they are at their peak so they know they never had any chance of challenging you." The revenant smiled knowing the gears were turning in his masters mind. He wouldn't attack this time he would wait, he liked the imagery his servant had provided.

"Alright then, we will give them a few weeks, we will watch them and when they are at full strength as you say, I will crush them, and you will do well to remember your place." The boy and his throne both faded into shadow then leaving the revenant young man standing their glaring where it had been.

"I really hope you die." He too faded into shadow imagining his masters horrible demise. Nothing made him happier. He faded away into the shadows as well, figuring he would head to us usual haunt for a few days.

At IHOP...

Stan and Kyle were ushered to a booth almost immediately, it was mostly empty at this time. The only few patrons that were there were elderly and didn't give them more than a glance. Stan immediately pulled up the menu and began scanning. "So dude what are you getting?" Stan asked without putting down the menu. Kyle laughed silently at his enthusiasm, he picked up his own menu and started scanning. He had more than food on his mind, it was his best friends birthday and he'd forgotten. He needed to figure out something for his best friend by the end of the day.

"Mmm, not sure yet. Some crepes sound good..." Kyle mumbled looking for something that sparked his interest. A middle aged waitress came up to them then to take their orders.

"Good morning dears, can I start you off with any drinks?" She gave a tired smile, they could tell she wasn't in as good a mood as she pretended to be. Stan answered her question for both of them.

"I'll have an orange juice, coffee for you right dude?" Kyle nodded his head as the waitress began jotting it down.

"With cream and sugar please." Kyle asked, he wasn't sure how Mrs. Sharon made her coffee but he was about to experiment to find out.

"And did you need more time or do you know what you want?" She added giving both boys looks. Stan looked to Kyle who nodded back and then gave his order.

"I'll have an order of blue berry crepes please." She nodded as she took down their order.

"And I'll have the split decision breakfast." Stan added excited, Kyle could practically see him drooling. The waitress took both their menus before shuffling away. It got awkwardly quiet for a few minutes.

"Sooo, happy birthday?" Kyle said awkwardly, he'd been waiting for the right time to say it since he'd remembered but such a time was not presenting itself. Stan nodded and smiled, he was acting like a kid again just like he did at the movies the night before.

"Yup fifteen already." Stan's parents had kept him back from starting school for a year so instead of the late birthday he would have, he had a very early one. Kyle just watched as his friend prattled on about how much he had enjoyed the Naruto movie. So much had happened the night before. They'd gone to the Naruto movie, gone back to Stan's and slept for maybe an hour. Randy had woken them up sometime after midnight and then they'd gone into the nightlands. Apparently time didn't pass as quickly there so even though they'd spent several hours inside only a short time had passed. Kyle had witnessed Stan take on several monsters alone and nearly die. Stan hadn't even been afraid he had just stared at the monsters as though he were ready. Kyle had saved him and then berated him for not valuing his life. His face turned red as he remembered pinning Stan to the hood of the car. Kyle wasn't usually the take charge type, but lately he was getting tired of standing in the background. "Dude? Duuuuuude? You in there?" Kyle was shaken out of his thoughts as Stan pressed his forehead to Kyle's and was staring him in the eyes. Kyle jumped back and Stan who had leaned across the table slid back into his seat snickering.

"I was just thinking sorry!" Kyle said as the waitress finally came back with their drinks and began setting them down. "Thank you ma'am." Kyle said as he put one cream and one sugar into his coffee, stirred and then gave it a test. Nope that was not nearly enough.

"You're welcome dears, you're food will be about fifteen more minutes." The waitress said as she walked away.

"Sooooo, what were you thinking about?" Stan said smirking leaning forward onto his hands propped up on the table. His smile widened as Kyle's face turned red. "Something dirty?" Stan wouldn't have guessed Kyle was the type to daydream about that kind of thing, Kenny sure, but not Kyle.

"No it wasn't anything dirty!" Kyle said shouting at first before bringing his voice down to a hushed whisper. "I was thinking about what happened last night..." Stan winced as he sat back. Kyle had been extremely upset after saving him. Stan hadn't even tried to run from the creatures, he wasn't sure he'd have been able to get away, but he hadn't even tried. Part of him, a sick part, was relieved by the fact that it had been about to end. A dark part of his heart had wanted to die then, it had wanted all the horror of this job to be over. He hadn't been thinking though. As soon as Kyle had saved him he'd realized what an idiot he'd been. If he died he'd never see Kyle again, he'd never get to hang out with Kenny and Butters, he couldn't go on dates with Wendy. He'd never fight with his sister or his dad again. He would have left Kyle to face that horror all alone. Kyle had set him straight almost immediately, Stan still remembered the look on his friends. Not that Kyle didn't usually look like a guy, but last night when Kyle was looming over him angry, he'd looked several years older. The quiet indecisive Kyle who every seemed to see at school had been gone. And now that Stan looked at him, his hair cut, the effect was still there. Maybe because his shoulders were more visible without the curly hair. Kyle just looked manlier all of a sudden. Kyle arched an eyebrow at him as he stared. "I'm telling you, a picture will last longer." Stan hadn't even realized his face was already red as he stumbled over his next words.

"I'm sorry!" He blurted out, surprising Kyle who was putting more cream and sugar into his coffee.

"For what?" He asked confused. Stan's face grew serious as he looked his friend straight in the eyes.

"For last night...for not trying to survive. I'm sorry Kyle, that was selfish, I'd be lying if I said a part of me hadn't wanted to die." Kyle was quiet and just stared waiting for his friend to continue. "I was only thinking about myself, I was relieved that I wouldn't have to deal with this kind of horror anymore, It would all be over. I hadn't been thinking about the people I'd be leaving behind, You, and Kenny, Butters, and Wendy, my family. And worst of all I almost left you to deal with this horror alone." Stan bowed his head in apology and stared at the table top waiting for his friend to answer him. He just heard snickering and lifted his head just in time to be poked by Kyle in the forehead.

"Gaaaay." Stan deadpanned as he stared at the boy he called his best friend. Kyle couldn't help laughing, but on the inside he was relieved that Stan sounded like he wouldn't do something like that again. "I forgive you dude." He added bringing the seriousness back to the conversation. They both smiled and chatted for a few more minutes until the waitress finally brought them their food. She sat Stan's down first and he didn't hesitate to dig in before she had even let go of the plate. She just stared at him disbelieving. "I'm sorry about him, he was raised in the wild." Kyle added laughing as his friend didn't acknowledge them. Kyle was handed his crepes and began to eat them carefully rather than shoveling his food in like his best friend. "So what do you want to do after this?" Kyle asked as he brought a bite of his blue berry crepes to his mouth. Stan looked up mouth full for a moment. He swallowed hard and took a breath making Kyle roll his eyes.

"Mmm, I don't know, we could go see another movie, maybe the arcade if you're up for the walk?" Stan asked not sure what he really wanted to do. Kyle noticed Stan's eyes weren't on him but what was in his hand, or more importantly what was on his fork. Kyle moved it side to side and then up and down watching with amusement as his friends eyes followed.

"Jesus dude..." Kyle said laughing, Stan reminded him of his friends old dog sparky who had always begged at the table, the poor old dog had been hit by a car a few years ago. Kyle had an idea then. "Want some?" Kyle asked holding the fork closer to Stan, his friend nodded and leaned forward. Kyle held out his fork and let his friend take a bite. Stan's mouth closed on the fork when the waitress returned.

"Oh boy's did you.-" She stopped as she saw Stan leaning across the table eating what Kyle was gently feeding him. Both boys froze moving only their eyes to look. She just smiled awkwardly and then turned sharp and walked away. "I'll come back later!" Both boys slid down into their seats as all the old couples around the restaurant began mumbling about how bold they were.

"Dude..." Stan said taking another bite of his food. Kyle just nodded before adding.

"That was pretty gay..." Stan nodded this time. Kyle wanting to change the subject decided to go back to their previous topic. "Well how about a movie and we hit the arcade? We've got all day, and it is your birthday." Stan was instantly excited for their next stopped rambling about which movies he had seen previews for. Kingsman seemed to be Stan's favored movie judging by his comments, Kyle figured he'd tell his friend he wanted to see that one. Kyle didn't really have a preference but knew his friend would insist on him picking a movie he wanted to see. The rest of their meal was uneventful, they paid their bill leaving a nice tip and a thank you note for the waitress. They walked outside and felt a cold wind blow down the street. South Parks infamous cold was finally coming for real now. They'd probably get snow in a couple days judging by the way the clouds were the last few days. They walked in silence towards the movie theater. Kyle could tell by Stan's face and his posture he was brooding. "Stan?" His friend stopped and turned toward him looking down at the ground. Kyle being shorter was able to look up into his face and could tell something was bothering him.

"Do you hate me?" Stan asked. Kyle could see pain in his friends eyes. He thought they'd settled this matter a few days ago.

"Stan I could never hate you dude, you're my best friend!" Stan shook his head.

"I don't deserve to be your best friend...I've ruined your life, I almost died on you...and soon you won't even need me to protect you anymore...what good am I?" That last part surprised Kyle, was that what this was about? Stan felt like Kyle wouldn't need him anymore because he could do magic. Kyle thought it was cute that Stan wanted Kyle to need him, but it also annoyed him that his friend was moping like this. "I really am a worthless hunter." Kyle just punched his friend in the shoulder.

"Shut up dude, there is no way in hell I could ever face those monsters alone! The only reason I didn't panic collapse was because you were there! And when those shells attacked me in the school it was because I wanted to see you again that I fought so hard to survive! If you really feel bad about changing my life, not ruining it! Then keep your promise and never leave me! Cause I know if you weren't here I couldn't do this dude..." Kyle turned and continued walking towards the movie theater embarrassed by how sappy he'd just been. But that was how it always was between them, they poured their feelings out to each other about everything. There was no judgment, just understanding when it came to being super best friends. That sparked fond memories in Kyle's thoughts, he hadn't thought about how they use to say they were super best friends in a long time. He thought it was an appropriate title though, he saw very few friends as close as he and Stan were. They were different, a step above normal friends and he liked that. He and Stan were more than just best friends. Kyle froze as his mind followed a different line of thought than he had intended. More than best friends could mean other things. His heart skipped a beat as he almost allowed himself to consider it. His best friend interrupted his thoughts again as he caught up. He turned and smiled at his friend obviously back to normal.

"Thanks dude, you can be an ass sometimes, but it's times like this I'm glad you're my super best friend." Stan said smirking as he walked past. Kyle watched him go his heart still beating fast from his previous thoughts. No way he thought, he was just embarrassed from being sappy that was all! He followed his friend and they were back to chatting normally in no time.

Authors Note – sorry about not getting this up sooner kinda hit a writers block the other day, and then I played video games...and more video games...and watched anime...so anyway lost track of time! Here you go i'm sorry!