So, I was watching scary movies with my friends at this Halloween party I went to, and the next day, got this really awesome idea, slightly based on it (well, the movie part…)
I'm also experimenting with a different style of writing. It's more dialog and interpretation than paragraphs of detail. I want to see how it works out. I hope it doesn't seem forced and sounds true to the characters…
Summary: It was supposed to be just another sleepover…
Just so everyone knows, the boys are juniors in high school and can't drive yet, which is why they walk home (though Stan will get his license in a few months) and it's a Friday.
And yes, some of it may seem a little overdramatic, but when you're scared, you can get really paranoid.
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. I don't own Mario Kart and I don't own NASCAR racing. I don't own Amityville Horror either, which I'm pretty grateful for, it was scary!
Paranoia
"Hey, Kyle, your mom said it was okay for you to come over, right?"
"Yeah, she actually-"
"Wasn't a bitch for once?" Cartman interrupted.
"Don't call my mom a bitch!"
"Don't lie to yourself, Jew."
"Shut up, fatass!" the black-haired boy burst out.
"Stan…?"
"Why the hell are you defending the Jew?" Cartman asked bewildered.
"Boys, I will not have you disrupting my class! Go to the principal's office right now!" Mrs. Garrison fumed.
The boys slowly got up from their seats and walked to the front of the room. Each received their own small piece of green paper that would guarantee them an audience with the principal. Grumbling, the four boys walked out of the class room and took a left down the hallway that would lead to the dreaded office.
Kyle, who was nervously crumpling the green paper, voiced his troubles. "Oh crap, my mom's going to kill me!"
"Don't worry about it, dude, we just won't tell her,"
"(Stan, Kyle can't lie to his mom for shit.)" Kenny reminded Stan.
"True, Kenny, so true," Cartman agreed.
Kyle glared at his companions and walked ahead angrily. Stan watched him for a moment before running up to his friend. Kenny followed the two shortly after.
"Ugh, wait up, fags!"
A light snow had started to fall by the time school had gotten out. When the boys were released from detention, the snow had become much thicker.
"Dude, I can't wait till we can drive...legally. It's such a long walk from here!"
"Well, if someone hadn't shouted in class we could have taken the bus," Cartman said accusingly while staring at Stan.
"Oh, I'm sorry. 'Cause it's not your fault at all. You're just so perfect."
Cartman shrugged, "Well, I can't deny it."
Kenny rolled his eyes and tried to get the arguing boys' attention. "(Guys, stop walking! We're here!)" Kenny pointed to the house a few feet in front of them.
"And we didn't freeze! Your house better be warm," Cartman threatened as the four boys ran to the door.
Stan rolled his eyes and took out his key to unlock the door as the other three watched him. They shuffled into the house, entering a dark, vacant family room.
"Mom? ...Dad? ...Shelly?" Stan called out, turning on the lights in the family room.
Kyle went into the kitchen and turned on some of the lights in there.
"Stan, your parents left you a note," Kyle called from the kitchen.
"Okay, dude."
Stan walked over to Kyle, who stood by the refrigerator, to read the note.
"(It's getting really dark out, really fast. Not to mention, the snow's pretty bad now, too,)" Kenny observed aloud.
"…and?"
Kenny shrugged indifferently as he and Cartman walked into the kitchen to see what Stan's parents had to say.
"Sweeet!"
"They are only going to be gone till tomorrow, dude, not all weekend." Stan reasoned.
"(Can we invite some hot chicks?)" Kenny asked hopefully.
Stan rolled his eyes and went over the television set in the family room, the others following closely behind. He pulled out his game sphere and four controllers.
"Which game?" Stan asked without looking up.
"Mario Kart!"
"He doesn't even have that game, fatass," Kyle spat as he grabbed a controller for himself and handed one to Kenny.
"You would know, fag, wouldn't you?" Cartman shot back as he snatched Kyle's controller.
"Here, Kyle," Stan said, giving Kyle the third controller.
"Thanks. Can we play NASCAR Racing?" Kyle requested.
Stan nodded and Kenny shrugged, impartial as long as he could play. Stan put the game in and sat on the couch next to Kyle. Cartman was still standing in front of the television, blocking their view.
"Move it, Cartman. We can't see," Kyle demanded.
"I think I won't. I never agreed to this game."
"God dammit, Cartman, we don't care! Sit down and play!"
"Whatevah," Cartman replied, although he did take a seat next to Kenny on the couch.
Stan's stomach rumbled. "Dude, playing video games for six hours really takes a lot outta you."
The other three nodded in agreement.
"We're just not in shape like we used to be…" Kyle noted wistfully.
Stan got up and shut off the game sphere and television. The boys left their controllers on the floor and trailed into the kitchen.
"Cheesy Poofs…" Cartman muttered while rummaging through a couple cabinets.
"Second shelf in the first cabinet," Kyle informed.
"Thanks, fag."
"Fatass…" Kyle muttered angrily at his offensive friend.
"Think of a new comeback, my Jewish friend. Yours is getting rather old," Cartman retorted smartly, although he did take Kyle's advice and found his beloved Cheesy Poofs.
Stan just shook his head at the two. "You guys want anything besides that…you know, like real food?"
"Cheesy Poofs are real food!"
Kenny rolled his eyes but shook his head 'no'. "(Cheesy Poofs are good for me.)"
"I'm gonna make some popcorn, okay?" Kyle replied.
"Sure, dude."
The boys, with the exception of Kyle who was monitoring the popcorn, went back to the family room and sat on the couch. Cartman seated himself in the middle of the couch, a box of Cheesy Proofs on each side of him.
"So, guys, what do you want to do?" Stan asked after a few moments of silence.
Kenny opened his mouth, but Cartman interrupted him before he could voice his ideas. "No, Kenny. That's a bad Kenny. We don't want any drinks or crap you saw in the fridge."
Kenny looked down and mumbled to himself.
"Oh, c'mon, dude. What else were you going to suggest?"
"(A movie!)"
"Oh…" Stan and Cartman were taken aback. "Sorry, dude."
Kenny just waved it off. "(It's fine…as long as I get to pick which movie.)"
"No! You'll pick some crappy movie! I want to pick! Respect my authoritah!"
Stan rolled his eyes. "Sure Kenny, let's see what there is…"
Stan went over to the bookcase filled with old VCRs and DVDs. He skimmed through the ones his mom had recently bought. "Hey, here's one! It's called Amityville Horrors. I've never seen it, but Clyde told me about it and said it was really good."
"(I heard about it. It's a scary movie, so you may want to check with Kyle about that since, well, you know…)"
Cartman immediately expressed his opinion after Kenny said that. "We must watch it!"
Stan just gave him a slight glare and put the DVD into the DVD player and got it to the menu screen. He sat down on the couch with the clicker in his hand.
"Hey, Kyle, we're gonna watch the movie Clyde was telling us about yesterday, okay?" Stan yelled from the couch.
Kyle, who didn't quite remember what movie Stan was talking about complied. "Just give me a second, the popcorns almost done."
Ten minutes into the movie and Kyle was quivering. Really, he was trying to be brave. It's not like he wanted to be a wuss in front of his friends, or the fatass, but he couldn't help that it was so terrifying.
Stan could hear Kyle mumbling 'why me' as if it was punishment. He didn't really see how his friend was scared of a fictional psychotic killer, but he wouldn't let his friend scare himself shitless over this.
Stan reached out a hand and patted Kyle on the back. Instead of calming him down, Kyle jumped in shock at the unforeseen contact and let out a small yelp. Cartman just rolled his eyes at the frightened boy and continued to watch the movie.
"Sorry, Kyle," Stan whispered.
Kyle just nodded shakily, unable to tear his gaze away from the horrifying images that flashed onto the screen.
Now, Kyle was shaking uncontrollably, clutching onto Stan's arm for dear life. It's not like he was a wimp normally, it's just that this was his one weakness: horror films. Kyle's mother had protected her son from any contact with horror films, or any other movie rated above PG. It had taken Kyle a while to produce the guts to secretly defy his mother and watch such movies. After all, Sheila Broflovski was scarier then any monster a filmmaker could create. So, by the time young Kyle saw such images, the lack of not seeing them and going to watching them at the darkest hours of the night with his friends did a number on his nerves.
After the dog had tuned into a grotesque demon and had been shot, Kyle could barely handle it. Stan, being the good friend he was, kept comforting him while watching the movie. Stan found it hard to not glance down at his friend every few seconds, just to check on him. Stan kept missing bits of the movie, but he didn't really mind.
The movie reached its peak. The screen was filled with images of deformed demons clawing at the human flesh of the man, the little girl hanging herself, the chamber of bloody walls and coffins of rotting corpses, and much more Kyle never wanted to see again. He buried his face in Stan shoulder and Stan put and arm around him, lightly rubbing his back.
"It's okay, Kyle," Stan whispered, his eyes glued to the television screen.
Kyle nodded hesitantly, still shaking, but moderately under control with Stan's reassurance.
Finally, the flickering lights of the television ceased to illuminate the room, signifying the end of the movie. Kyle let out a last whimper, still clutching onto Stan as the image of the girl turning into dust replayed itself in Kyle's head.
"Ugh, you fags totally ruined the movie. Get some balls, Jew." Cartman complained.
Kyle didn't even care Cartman was insulting his sexuality and religion, he was too preoccupied with his fear.
"Shut up, Cartman. It's not his fault," Stan retorted for Kyle, who was slowly coming out of his daze. He didn't bother to turn off the television and let the white and black fuzzy screen remain.
"Aw, how sweet. You're protecting your faggy boyfriend."
"Cartman-" Stan growled, still holding the slightly relieved Kyle around the shoulders.
"(I think it's hot,)" Kenny interjected innocently.
Kyle, who had finally started listening to the conversation, looked at Kenny in pure horror.
Cartman threw his hands up in the air in an outburst. "I'm surrounded!"
Stan just rolled his eyes at the overdramatic boy.
"Yeah, well screw you guys, I'm 'a going home!"
"Okay, fatass," Kyle said, happy for the first time in a couple hours.
Cartman frowned and went to open the door, trying to push it open to no avail.
"I'm leaving!" Cartman reiterated, turning the doorknob on the front door and trying again.
The other boys stared at him in disbelief.
"I am! Watch me…" Cartman struggled with the door for a few more seconds.
"God dammit! What the hell is wrong with this door?"
Stan shrugged, not very concerned with the situation.
"We're snowed in!" Kyle noticed, seeing the large snowflakes still falling onto the snow covered ground. He ran to the television and changed the station to the local news station where a weather reporter stood in front of a map with a huge storm circle covering their state.
"-blizzard worse then the blizzard of '68 in New England has hit Colorado. We warn everyone to stay inside and keep warm. Unfortunately, this storm was unforeseen and we don't know how much worse it will get and for how long. Ration your supplies and be careful because-" and the screen went blank, shutting off along with every other electrical appliance in the South Park district.
To be continued…