Yay!! People don't hate me!! Happy day!!
..Er, sorry. I have.. some.. uh, issues.
Anyway, this is the last chapter. I don't know how to finish the dream bit, so it's really
going to suck, ok? And I'm sorry for the lack of Kenny in this story, I just don't know
what to do with him. If you want to read a good fic with lots of Kenny in it, I suggest
mesfab's ID. It makes you feel happy inside. At least until the sad parts. (It is tradgedy
after all.)
Bus stop.
"Hey, Gothboy, what happened? Lose your eyeliner?"
"Shut up Kyle, you goddamned Jew."
"Yeah, Kyle, it's wrong to label people," Stan scolded. "Labels hurt. At least that's what
Celeste says. She says people always call her a goth, and it makes her mad."
Kyle rolled his eyes. Celeste was all he ever talked about anymore. That, and his stupid
music.
The bus pulled up, and the boys got on.
"SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!" Mrs. Crabtree bellowed.
"Well, she's bitchy. Must be that time of month," Stan muttered to Kyle.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
"I said, my favorite Simpsons character is Nelson Muntz."
"Oh. Well. I happen to like Otto. Now SIT DOWN! WE'RE RUNNING LATE!"
**
"..And that's why Chris Carrabba is a whiny bitch, and the spawn of Satan."
Stan scowled. Kyle raised his hand.
"Uhhhn, Mr. Garrison, I feel like I'm gonna puke.. can I go to the bathroom?"
"Ask Mr. Hat, Kyle."
Angrily, Kyle asked, "Mr. Hat, can I go to the bathroom?"
"No, Kyle! You go to hell! You go to hell and you die!"
He shrugged. "All right, but you'll regret it."
Not three minutes later, Kyle started to turn green. Feeling nauseated, he hurried to the
trash can and puked everywhere. Everything was spinning in circles. He hit the ground
with a loud thump!, unconscious.
(You guessed it!...)
Kyle opened his eyes. He was sitting atop a high hill, looking out over a city. The moon
shone bright through the wispy clouds. A cool breeze made him feel relaxed and peaceful.
He lay down in the grass. The trees bent in the wind, and it seemed almost as if they were
beckoning him. Then a familiar voice called his name. He sat up abruptly, realizing that
he was still in Mr. Garrison's room. The voice was Stan's.
"You alright, dude?"
"..Yeah, I'm fine. That was one hell of a dream, though."
"..Dream?"
"Yeah, I'll tell you about it at lunch."
**
"..And then I heard a voice calling me, and it was you, and then I woke up."
Stan looked at him weird. "Well, how do you know this isn't one big dream?"
Kyle looked perplexed. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well, if it was reality, could I do this?" Stan picked up Cartman's spoon and bent it
without touching it.
"Ay, buttfucker! That was mah pudding spoon!"
"Simple, dude. It's like on the Matrix. 'There is no spoon.'"
Stan looked at Kyle out of the corner of his eye. "Or is there?"
With that, Stan grabbed the spoon and rammed it straight through Kyle's heart.
He woke up, screaming and sweating.
**
"Dude! I had the most fucked up dream!" Kyle said to Stan. "We were in this horrible
fanfic, and I was hallucinating and having weird nightmares, and Cartman was a goth,
and you were all in love with this Celeste girl, and then you killed me with Cartman's
pudding spoon! And the worst part was, it had this horrible ending! The author made it all
one big dream-in-a-dream, and-"
"Kyle! Kyle, calm down! Deep breaths! I have to tell you something."
"What?"
"...That wasn't a dream."
...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
**
The (Horrible) End
Please don't flame me. I'm going to work on my other story now. Okies? Okies. Byebye.
..Er, sorry. I have.. some.. uh, issues.
Anyway, this is the last chapter. I don't know how to finish the dream bit, so it's really
going to suck, ok? And I'm sorry for the lack of Kenny in this story, I just don't know
what to do with him. If you want to read a good fic with lots of Kenny in it, I suggest
mesfab's ID. It makes you feel happy inside. At least until the sad parts. (It is tradgedy
after all.)
Bus stop.
"Hey, Gothboy, what happened? Lose your eyeliner?"
"Shut up Kyle, you goddamned Jew."
"Yeah, Kyle, it's wrong to label people," Stan scolded. "Labels hurt. At least that's what
Celeste says. She says people always call her a goth, and it makes her mad."
Kyle rolled his eyes. Celeste was all he ever talked about anymore. That, and his stupid
music.
The bus pulled up, and the boys got on.
"SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!" Mrs. Crabtree bellowed.
"Well, she's bitchy. Must be that time of month," Stan muttered to Kyle.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
"I said, my favorite Simpsons character is Nelson Muntz."
"Oh. Well. I happen to like Otto. Now SIT DOWN! WE'RE RUNNING LATE!"
**
"..And that's why Chris Carrabba is a whiny bitch, and the spawn of Satan."
Stan scowled. Kyle raised his hand.
"Uhhhn, Mr. Garrison, I feel like I'm gonna puke.. can I go to the bathroom?"
"Ask Mr. Hat, Kyle."
Angrily, Kyle asked, "Mr. Hat, can I go to the bathroom?"
"No, Kyle! You go to hell! You go to hell and you die!"
He shrugged. "All right, but you'll regret it."
Not three minutes later, Kyle started to turn green. Feeling nauseated, he hurried to the
trash can and puked everywhere. Everything was spinning in circles. He hit the ground
with a loud thump!, unconscious.
(You guessed it!...)
Kyle opened his eyes. He was sitting atop a high hill, looking out over a city. The moon
shone bright through the wispy clouds. A cool breeze made him feel relaxed and peaceful.
He lay down in the grass. The trees bent in the wind, and it seemed almost as if they were
beckoning him. Then a familiar voice called his name. He sat up abruptly, realizing that
he was still in Mr. Garrison's room. The voice was Stan's.
"You alright, dude?"
"..Yeah, I'm fine. That was one hell of a dream, though."
"..Dream?"
"Yeah, I'll tell you about it at lunch."
**
"..And then I heard a voice calling me, and it was you, and then I woke up."
Stan looked at him weird. "Well, how do you know this isn't one big dream?"
Kyle looked perplexed. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Well, if it was reality, could I do this?" Stan picked up Cartman's spoon and bent it
without touching it.
"Ay, buttfucker! That was mah pudding spoon!"
"Simple, dude. It's like on the Matrix. 'There is no spoon.'"
Stan looked at Kyle out of the corner of his eye. "Or is there?"
With that, Stan grabbed the spoon and rammed it straight through Kyle's heart.
He woke up, screaming and sweating.
**
"Dude! I had the most fucked up dream!" Kyle said to Stan. "We were in this horrible
fanfic, and I was hallucinating and having weird nightmares, and Cartman was a goth,
and you were all in love with this Celeste girl, and then you killed me with Cartman's
pudding spoon! And the worst part was, it had this horrible ending! The author made it all
one big dream-in-a-dream, and-"
"Kyle! Kyle, calm down! Deep breaths! I have to tell you something."
"What?"
"...That wasn't a dream."
...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
**
The (Horrible) End
Please don't flame me. I'm going to work on my other story now. Okies? Okies. Byebye.