"Okay, is somebody going to tell me what the matter is?"

Kyle looked as if he had swallowed a bug, Kenny turned his eyes to the swing. There was a really uncomfortable silence, which only served to diminish Kyle's credibility when he replied: "What are you talking about, dude?"

"Something's wrong and I want to know what it is." Stan insisted. "Come on. I'm not dumb. What is it?"

"I..."

Kenny placed a hand on Kyle's arm.

"We'd better tell him..." He muffled.

"Tell me what?"

Kyle still needed a bit of time to speak, and he muttered it.

"It's Wendy."

"What?"

"Wendy." Kyle repeated, louder.

"What's up with her?"

"She...seems to...I mean, it's just a rumor, but..."

"She's dating Timmy now, Stan..." Kenny thought there was no point in making Stan suffer needlessly. He'd better know it from them, his friends, than someone who didn't love him, so he went straight to the point.

Stan, however, took it like a bullet to the head. His lips curved and chuckled.

"What?..."

"Wendy has been seen..." Kyle said "Hanging around with...Timmy...Like...sweethearts."

Silence.

"...Timmy? The Timmy we know? Timmy Burch?" Stan asked.

"Yeah..."

"..."

Stan looked at them in silence, then, like moved by a supernatural force, dashed away.

"Stan! Stan! Please, don't...!"

Kyle tried to stop him, but it was too late, he was already gone. He quickly followed, and Kenny thought it was his duty to go with him. All Kyle could do was wish he didn't do anything stupid. Actually, Stan didn't think of doing any harm to Timmy and Wendy, not even insult them. His mind was too much of a mess to think straight and know what to do. His feet were definitely faster than his brain.

Thanks to the indications some kids gave him, he was able to find them. They were sitting on the stairs, saying sweet nothings to each other—at least that was what he thought. They were really close, almost whispering into each other's ear. Just the sight of it was enough to make him stop, feeling suddenly cold, terribly cold. Once again, his feet moved with free will, approaching to them. He must have looked like a complete psychopath, because as soon as he approached the two of them fell dead silent, almost as if someone had dropped freezing water over them.

"..."

"Oh, hi, Stan. Uh..." Timmy quickly stood up. The guy who just a few months ago was bound to a wheelchair, stood up like he had a rocket up his ass.

"Don't worry, Timmy. Everything's okay." Wendy glanced at Stan with a slight frown. "It is, right, Stan?"

"Dude, you can't be serious." He muttered.

"What do you mean?"

"They told me you two were dating."

"Well...They are right. We are." Timmy nodded, turning his head to Wendy to smile at her.

Stan was silent for a moment.

"No way..."

From afar, Cartman was watching it all from his binoculars. He didn't need to know what they were saying, seeing Stan so disturbed was enough for him to confirm something big was going on. Big and freaky.

Timmy dating Wendy. Wendy dating Timmy. And there were no phones recording, no girls giggling maliciously, so this was no bet.

It was so suspicious. Timmy was up to something, he was sure of that. And he was determined to find out.

"No way." Stan repeated, looking at Wendy and Timmy alternatively.

"I'm sorry, Stan," Wendy said, "you made it clear that I was a crazy bitch to you, so I guess we are not dating anymore and we are free to see other people." People had started gathering around, at the sight of Timmy and Wendy snuggling and then the argument breaking up when Stan showed up.

"Yeah, yeah, but...Timmy?"

"What do you mean by that, Stan?" Timmy asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

(She must be desperate to get his attention, dating Timmy...), Nicole said to herself.

"I mean...When did you guys start talking, when did you hang out, have laughs together...? I'm just trying to see where this comes from! Come on, I've never seen you even looking at him, Wendy! You never liked..." Stan exclaimed.

(It's impossible that she ever liked someone like Timmy, she must be playing with him or something)

"Say it, Stan. Don't be afraid to say it." Timmy took a step towards him, his eyes glaring at him like daggers. "What is Wendy doing with a retard like me?"

(Oh, shit!), Kenny thought, even though outside he looked the same.

(DID I JUST HEAR A SLUR AGAINST HANDICAPPED PEOPLE?), PC Principal thought somewhere, stopping suddenly to cock his head.

Stan paused. "...I never said that, dude."

"But you thought it, which is worse..." Timmy replied.

"Sure you didn't mean to say such horrible thing, right, Stan?" Wendy asked, looking at Stan no less fiercely than Timmy.

(Anyway, Timmy's being an asshole here. Friends don't date their buddies' exes. The guys should have told him, when he started to be smart), Bebe thought.

(Stan, let it be, go away before you lose both Wendy and Timmy! This won't last, anyway! Give it time! Don't be stupid!), Kyle thought, looking at Stan intensively.

"I never said that! You did!" Stan said, pointing at Timmy.

"For your information, Timmy might be challenged, but he is a nice, caring guy, way more mature than you are and will ever be." Wendy said.

(Bullshit), Francis thought.

(She said that about me and she broke up with me as soon as things between her and Stan got better. Why did she have to use Timmy? I don't know if he's going to understand he's being used), Token thought.

(Oh, hamburgers, I'll never understand women...), Butters lamented deep inside, looking at the scene with unease.

"I don't have a problem that he's...was challenged." Stan insisted. "I do not! It's just...you and him...I don't mean to offend! It's just that I find it so weird! So wrong! So...!"

"Well, I really don't give a crap of what you or anyone else thinks." Timmy said to him. "In fact...You, all of you guys, are a bunch of assholes."

"Uh?" Kyle exclaimed.

"A-Are you talking about us?" Butters asked.

"Yes. You." Timmy looked around him, at his classmates. "You just look at me like I am a freak. I got better. Now I have a normal life just like you, why can't you be happy for me? Why do you have to doubt that Wendy or any other girl could have their eyes on me? Why can't you just be glad that I walk, that I talk?"

(Oh, gosh, he's becoming aggressive!), Tweek thought before he talked, at a safe distance from him.

"We are happy for you, Timmy...It's just that..."

"It's just that it took us by surprise, you know." Craig said.

"Fuck you, Tweek." Timmy replied to his friend, making him draw back and squeeze Craig's hand. "I'm not being aggressive. I'm just pissed. I'm pissed because I thought you guys would be supportive but instead you look like you just can't accept that I've changed for the better. It's like you need someone who is in a worse position that you are to feel better about yourselves!"

"T-Timmy, please, I think you're taking w-wrong conclusions." Jimmy stepped forward.

"And you, Jimmy," Timmy turned his head to him, "you are the worst of all. I thought we were best friends. I thought I had you, no matter what. But you are rotten with jealousy inside."

"...W-What the fuck are you saying? Timmy, I..."

"Is it because I'm not in your shadow anymore? Is it because now I can walk and talk better than you? I'm not dumb, Jimmy. I'm not. I know when someone is faking affection to me. I don't want that. I don't need it."

"Alright, Timmy, I think it's enough." Wendy said then, grabbing his arm. "If all of these 'friends' can't be happy for us, maybe we should get new friends."

"I agree." Timmy frowned before walking away along with her.

No one stopped them. For a moment, no one said a thing. It wasn't until the couple was gone that they started talking, walking away from the scene but commenting what just happened.

"They've both gone crazy..."

"She's a bitch and he's a cunt."

"Wow, Timmy really has changed..."

"Poor Stan..."

Yes, poor Stan, Kenny and Kyle seemed to think. Everyone left him alone, standing there, looking into space, still digesting everything. They approached to him and Kenny placed a hand on his shoulder. Kyle wanted to say something to him but what? Nothing came to his mind, no word of comfort, so in the end he just did as Kenny and both of him took him back inside the school.

"Jimmy?" Kyle stopped for a second to look at the other boy who remained there. "Are you coming with us?"

Jimmy didn't reply. He just shook his head and made his way slowly and alone.

Cartman was so excited he could feel his heart pounding inside of his chest. He had enough proof to convince everyone that he was not insane.

Timmy was aggressive like no one had ever seen. Talking his friends like that. Convincing Wendy to date him. If a demon had not possessed him, his name was not Eric Theodore Cartman.

He would get in touch with Father Maxi, or maybe contact the Vatican itself. He had to make an exorcism. Find out what kind of demon was that exactly.

(ERIC)

Cartman stopped suddenly and looked around him.

That sounded like Timmy's voice, or a thunder with his voice, but...but he was not around.

(ARE YOU HAVING FUN, SPYING ON ME?)

"...Timmy?" Cartman muttered, looking in every corner, every window, even his own phone, but not seeing the source of the voice anywhere.

(YOU'D BETTER LEAVE ME ALONE BEFORE I WHOOP YOUR FAT ASS AGAIN, I'M WARNING YOU)

Cartman desperately kept looking, under the rocks, the swings, everywhere. But Timmy was not there. And the voice sounded so close...Close as if...

He had to do something quick, he told himself. That was the definitive proof that something big was going on with Timmy.

Something big...

"Don't think about it, Tweek." Craig patted his back, seeing his face white and his gaze lost, in some deep, worrying thought. "He's the asshole here, not us."

"Y-Yeah..." Tweek replied faintly.

But it was not what he said.

Like, yes it was something he said.

'Fuck you, Tweek. I'm not being aggressive.'

He had not called him that. He never said that...He had...just...

...thought it...