Please not that from now on a lot of characters (Kyle especially) are going
to be extremely OOC.
Chapter 2
-Sleeping Awake Part 2
This all happened a long time ago, and each of the kids had grown up and where in their earyl twenties now.
As the years after Kyle's death went by, Cartman's dreams gradually dissapeared. He was glad too, some of them were really weird or scary, he knew they had some kind of meaning, he was sure of it, but he just couldnt figure out what.....
When he woke up that night, he found he was anywhere but his college dorm. He was also standing up, even though Cartman was sure he had just been sleeping. The room here was old and musty, like an abandoned house, the room was totally bare. Except for a large window off on the side wall. He didnt take much notive to the things around him, he was too busy trying to find out where the hell he was.
There was a quiet sound from the far wall, like glass breaking. Cartman turned his head, and almost screamed at what he saw.
It was Kyle.
Kyle, sitting pleasantly on an antique dresser. There was a mirror behind him too, but it was broken. That must have been the breaking sound. He gave a weak smile, but said nothing, just sat cross-legged on the dresser, waiting for Cartman to say something, do something, but what?
"Kyle?" He asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence "Is that you?"
No answer.
"What are you doing? Why are you here?"
It had been nine years since his last dream. Even now, as a grown man they haunted him, he never wanted to have one again. But, here he was, and he couldnt wake up.
Kyle continued to watch him in silence, smiling. It became very unnerving after awhile, no matter how hard Cartman tried to break the silence. Kyle would not speak. He finally gave up and sat down. There was a small buzzing noise by the window, (which was open, one of the things he hadnt noticed) and a rather large housefly flew in.
The fly buzzed stupidly around for a while, followed by the eyes of both Cartman and Kyle. It finally stopped and landed right on Cartman's nose. He crossed his eyes to look at the ugly thing, then raised a hand to whack it off.
CLAP!
He closed his eyes and braced himslef when he heard the sound, sure that somebody was whacking him in the face. But he felt nothing. When he finally opened his eyes, there was no one in the room but him and Kyle, and the fly was sitting in his lap. Dead. He quickly looked up after seeing the dead fly,
and found only Kyle sitting on the dresser, leaning forward with his hands together.
He had been the one who clapped. He had killed the fly.
But, how? He thought. I've had loads of dream with Kyle in them, but in none of them had he killed anyone, or anything. I suppose it doesnt matter, its just fly.
Then it hit him.
When I go, I'll be a fly
Oh god. No. He thought this over and over again.
"Kyle, what have you done?"
Kyle only smiled in return. Then he clapped again, and the whole floor exploded. There was no smoke or fire, but the floorboards flew off the ground, erupting with a huge cloud of houseflies.
They flew everywhere, but most of them flew at Cartman. flinging his arms about to keep them away, he was just in time to see Kyle grin, then change altogether. He got older somehow, like a teenager, his skin turned paler until it was literly white, and his grin just kept getting wider.
Cartman screamed, then woke up. He was fine now, no flys, no Kyle, just his dorm room ceiling. he looked over to the other room, slightly embarassed, but Stan only groaned and turned over in bed. It was nearly morning, and he hadnt had a dream like that in years. That meant only one thing, and it horrified him to know this:
Kyle was coming back.
Chapter 2
-Sleeping Awake Part 2
This all happened a long time ago, and each of the kids had grown up and where in their earyl twenties now.
As the years after Kyle's death went by, Cartman's dreams gradually dissapeared. He was glad too, some of them were really weird or scary, he knew they had some kind of meaning, he was sure of it, but he just couldnt figure out what.....
When he woke up that night, he found he was anywhere but his college dorm. He was also standing up, even though Cartman was sure he had just been sleeping. The room here was old and musty, like an abandoned house, the room was totally bare. Except for a large window off on the side wall. He didnt take much notive to the things around him, he was too busy trying to find out where the hell he was.
There was a quiet sound from the far wall, like glass breaking. Cartman turned his head, and almost screamed at what he saw.
It was Kyle.
Kyle, sitting pleasantly on an antique dresser. There was a mirror behind him too, but it was broken. That must have been the breaking sound. He gave a weak smile, but said nothing, just sat cross-legged on the dresser, waiting for Cartman to say something, do something, but what?
"Kyle?" He asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence "Is that you?"
No answer.
"What are you doing? Why are you here?"
It had been nine years since his last dream. Even now, as a grown man they haunted him, he never wanted to have one again. But, here he was, and he couldnt wake up.
Kyle continued to watch him in silence, smiling. It became very unnerving after awhile, no matter how hard Cartman tried to break the silence. Kyle would not speak. He finally gave up and sat down. There was a small buzzing noise by the window, (which was open, one of the things he hadnt noticed) and a rather large housefly flew in.
The fly buzzed stupidly around for a while, followed by the eyes of both Cartman and Kyle. It finally stopped and landed right on Cartman's nose. He crossed his eyes to look at the ugly thing, then raised a hand to whack it off.
CLAP!
He closed his eyes and braced himslef when he heard the sound, sure that somebody was whacking him in the face. But he felt nothing. When he finally opened his eyes, there was no one in the room but him and Kyle, and the fly was sitting in his lap. Dead. He quickly looked up after seeing the dead fly,
and found only Kyle sitting on the dresser, leaning forward with his hands together.
He had been the one who clapped. He had killed the fly.
But, how? He thought. I've had loads of dream with Kyle in them, but in none of them had he killed anyone, or anything. I suppose it doesnt matter, its just fly.
Then it hit him.
When I go, I'll be a fly
Oh god. No. He thought this over and over again.
"Kyle, what have you done?"
Kyle only smiled in return. Then he clapped again, and the whole floor exploded. There was no smoke or fire, but the floorboards flew off the ground, erupting with a huge cloud of houseflies.
They flew everywhere, but most of them flew at Cartman. flinging his arms about to keep them away, he was just in time to see Kyle grin, then change altogether. He got older somehow, like a teenager, his skin turned paler until it was literly white, and his grin just kept getting wider.
Cartman screamed, then woke up. He was fine now, no flys, no Kyle, just his dorm room ceiling. he looked over to the other room, slightly embarassed, but Stan only groaned and turned over in bed. It was nearly morning, and he hadnt had a dream like that in years. That meant only one thing, and it horrified him to know this:
Kyle was coming back.
