After this chapter and a bit of a later chapter, it is all me. The comic stops here (at least last I checked at this time). Just a youtube vid they did for the next part. But everything else is me from now on.

Disclaimer: Hell Park belongs to Chickenstab. The cover is Evilfeather's. None of us own South Park.

After many hours of silence, Token dozes off while waiting for any kind of responses from his girlfriend. His phone finally buzzes in his lap and he slowly wakes up.

"Mm.. Oh. I fell asleep." He picks up the phone and rubs his eye, "Hey, babe…"

"Token! Hi. Oh no, are you falling asleep?"

"No… I promise, I'm awake."

"Okay sure, sle py head."

"Mmh… Is everything alright?"

"Um… I guess? I don't kn w."

"What does that mean."

"Ummmm… I think I'll explain it when we're at the farm. I just want d to call you and let you know we're abo t thirty or four y minutes out still? How d d you guys even get so far? We saw y ur car on th way out of town… It was still in flames!"

"One of the guys… like… poofed us here…"

"'Poofed?' 'One of the guys?' Your fri nds? Baby you g tta make more s nse than that."

"No… like… A good… demon. Or I guess he said he wasn't a demon… like… I dunno. He helped take us here and then left."

"Je us, and yo ju t trusted him?"

"Not really… He was just really bent on helping us…"

"Th t's re ll w"

"Babe… you're starting to cut out…"

"I k ow, w re go g t rou th mou i s… W 'l e t ere s n. I ove y u."

"I love you too… See you soon." He hangs up and leans back into the hay. He was so tired. He didn't care if the hay was itchy and weird. He just wanted some sleep. He let's out a wide yawn.

"How's Nichole doing?"

"Mmh?" Token finds Kenny still awake. "Ah they're doing fine… They sounded pretty scared though"

"Damn…"

"What has you wide awake? Everyone's asleep aside from Craig."

Kenny sheepishly rubs the back of his head, "Oh just stuff. Everything that's been happening and uh… Hey, dude, can I borrow your phone? Craig won't let me anywhere near his."

"Uh sure. Why?"

"I've been feeling bad about today. Gotta cancel an appointment."

"Appointment?"

"Manicure. I promised Karen I would have her do my nails. I got her a new color and she was very excited to try it out and I promised I would test it out."

Token tilts a brow, "What about Butt-"

"His parents, dude."

"... Alright. Here you go then," Token hands him his phone.

Karen McCormick and Tricia Tucker are chilling in the Tucker living room, talking about some tv shows and such. Karen mostly talks while Tricia listens.

"So do you wanna watch it after school tomorrow or-"

Ring ring

"Oh? Who would be calling you this late," Tricia asks.

"Maybe my parents? Maybe I should ignore it but they might go on a drunken rage…" Karen picks up the phone and answers, "Um hello?"

"Karen!"

"Oh Kenny!"

"In the flesh- er, phone!"

"How are you calling me? Isn't your phone broken?"

"I'm just borrowing a friend's. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing fine. Staying at a friend's house?"

"Uh not exactly. Some crazy sh- stuff! Some crazy stuff has been happening all day. So I'm calling to tell you I can't try out your new nail polish."

"Oh. That's ok I already had help."

"Who?"

"Tricia."

She hears her brother pause, "So… You're at the Tucker house? Well, tell Tricia that Craig loves her and wishes her safe."

Karen stares in confusion, "Uh… Ok." She turns to Tricia, "Kenny says Craig loves you and wishes you safe."

Tricia gives her a look, "Uh ask him what's he yammering about and that I hate him."

"I'm not going to say that!"

"He's literally across the hall from me, why is he acting weird?"

Karen goes back to the phone, "Kenny Tricia said that he came home not too long ago."

"... But he's here with us." Kenny says.

To Tricia, "Trish, Kenny says Craig is with him."

"Um no? I heard the door close like two minutes ago and my parents are asleep so it's gotta be him."

Karen puts Kenny on speaker. Tricia repeats this to Kenny.

"Huh? I swear he's with us. Craig, say hi."

"Don't tell my sister I love her and what the fuck is wrong with you."

Tricia and Karen look to one another then upstairs to Craig's door.

"Karen, whoever is in Craig's room do not go near it. Lock the door and get some weapons ready." Kenny warns, his voice rising in panic.

"What? Kenny what's going on?"

"It's a long story. But we are in a barn forty miles away from town. Please listen to me!"

Tricia growls, "This is just a stupid prank."

Karen frowns, "Trish, Kenny would never lie to me, we should listen."

Tricia gets up and goes up to Craig's door. She grabs the knob.

"Tricia! What if it is dangerous?"

"Huh? Tricia, don't open that door!" Kenny yells from the phone.

Tricia psshes, "You're just trying to scare us." She pushes the door open.

The two girls peer inside. A silhouette is slumped in a chair across the room. Karen takes Kenny off speaker and they stare at the shadow of a man.

"That doesn't look like anyone I know…" Karen mumbles.

"They probably have a new friend trying to scare us."

"Trish we need to close the door and maybe tell your parents."

"No way I'm letting that asshole push me around with one of his elaborate schemes!"

The girls begin to bicker, Tricia yelling at the phone at Kenny. The two not noticing two figures at the door. As they bicker, they hear a firm "ahem." The two girls stop and look up. Two blonds look down at them, their fingers to their lips to shush them.

One of them slowly closes the door. Tricia and Karen stare at the door in shock. Tricia slowly pulls the phone to her ear, "Sorry Kenny." The two girls slowly walk down the stairs into the living room, "There's these two blonds in Craig's room." They find the hall closet and lock themselves in it, "We'll call you back."

"WHAT!? TRICIA WA-"

Click

Kenny keeps calling Karen back again and again but he is sent straight to voicemail.

"Oh fuck oh shit oh fuck!"

"Dude calm down, what's the matter?" Token asks with a frown.

"Gregory and the bitch! They're at Craig's house with Tricia and Karen, hiding in Craig's room!"

"WHAT!?" The two snap their heads to Craig.

"Whoa dude, I've never heard you that loud before." Token comments.

"Yeah, shut the hell up over there," Stan snaps, "Some of us are trying to sleep.

"You shut up…!" Craig snaps, "Fuck your sleep, I have a problem!"

"Yeah, I know, we kind of got teleported here by a freaking demon, dude. We've all got problems right now, you're not special."

"I'll kick your ass!"

"Go ahead, it's already facing right towards you. I'll even wiggle it a little to make it a moving target, if you wanna make a game out of it." Stan begins to wiggle his booty at Craig.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

"Jesus dude, calm down!" Token says.

"I'll calm down once I know those two fucks are out of my room! They are probably messing with all my shit! They might've ate Stripe! I SWEAR TO CHRIST IF THEY ATE MY GUINEA PIG I AM GOING TO RIP THOSE FUCKING DEMON'S HEADS OFF!"

Kenny and Craig are both flipping their shit. Kenny flipping for his poor sister and Craig's sister, Craig flipping for his shit and his guinea pig and Stan to stop fucking wiggling his damn ass at him.

"Ok we got to calm down!" Kenny declares, trying to stop himself from hyperventilating.

"CALM DOWN!? HOW CAN I BE CALM!? ALL THIS TIME THESE DEMONS HAVE BEEN TRYING TO KILL AND NOW THEY ARE DIGGING THROUGH MY SHIT!"

Token smacks the boy across the face. "Calm down! I'll bitch slap you one more time if you don't shut the fuck!"

Craig rubs his cheek and stays silent.

"Wait! I have an idea." Kenny starts dialing.

"What's your idea?" Token questions.

Kenny furrows his brows, "The Mole."

He cleans the blade of his shovel with a waxed up rag, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips. Ava Maria begins to play from his phone. He picks it up and answers.

"Bonjour, ze mole speaking"

"CHRISTOPHE!" Christophe almost drops his phone.

"Monsieur Kenny? What are you calling for?"

"We have a big situation going on! Demons! Barn! Sister! Gregory! Bi-"

"Whoa whoa whoa slow down, monsieur. What are you running your mouth for."

Kenny begins to quickly tell Christophe everything that has happened. He nods as he speaks, even though he can't see him nodding. He starts writing in a notepad while the blond blabs.

"-So I need you to get to Craig's house and save our sisters!"

"... You do know zis could end very costly for you."

"Isn't beating the shit out of Gregory payment enough!? Fuck, how about when I saved your life!?"

"Non. I need more, monsieur. I am a high class mercenary, not one of you American's party pleasers."

Kenny makes a long ugh, "Yo Token. Can you be able to pay this twerp?"

"Pay?"

"He's going to help us with the demons!"

Christophe hears a groan. "Fine!"

"So mole, how much you want?"

"I'll give you ze exact number after the job iz done." He slings his shovel over his shoulder, "I trust you boys to pay me."

"Yeah yeah whatever, just get to Craig's house! I'll text you the address. Bye."

"Au revoir."

Kenny hands back Token's phone. "Alright, Karen and Tricia are protected now. And Craig's precious room is going to be purged."

"IF ANYTHING IS OUT OF PLACE I SWEAR."

"Shut the fuck, Craig."

"YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, KYLE!"

Gregory pulls his hand away from the knob, "I haven't a clue how we'll deal with those two poor girls in the other room…"

"We leave them be." Estella takes off her hat and examines it for filth, "They won't be coming out anytime soon with their door handle melted, anyhow."

"Lord, I hardly believe it's you talking. I'm surprised you didn't throw them out a window just for looking at you."

"Oh, so rich coming from the splinter-filled buffoon who nearly crushed entire families in some futile chase. If we've to be so undercover like you said, why are houses upon houses layered in that horrid black ooze of yours? Hmm?"

He glares at his companion, "Sorry I forgot I was talking to the paragon of virtue herself. As if you wouldn't have done the same thing or worse in my situation."

"Oh please, I wouldn't be nearly as uncoordinated or filled with unneeded emotion like you."

"I'm rolling my eyes at you, you know."

"I'm sure. Speaking of unneeded emotion, however…" She motions to Thomas' corpse in the chair, "Explain to me, you bloodied menstrual pad of an ill-kept lady, why you insist on propping that body up like it's still alive?"

"What, would you rather him splayed out on the floor when he comes back?"

"I think it would let him know he shouldn't be happy with his choices today. If he hadn't been such a selfless, love-stricken twat, we wouldn't be in this mess."

"That may be, but we're here now, and he'll be back soon. The least we can do for him is grant him some decency."

"Mm, how typical of you to say."

"Oh come on, you can't say you don't pity him at least a little bit? This would be his first time regenerating. Wouldn't you wish the same for yours?"

"I don't thrive off of pity, as much as you wish I would. He could wake up at the floor of a cold, empty seabed and nobody but you and that imp would give a damn."

"I get it, you're as cold and empty as the very depths you speak of. With my mind on the cold, though…" He wraps his arms around himself, "It is rather cold in here, now that I think about it…"

"We've spent nearly a decade in hell, you should welcome it."

"Well, I'm sure this poor sap would at least enjoy an extra layer or two." Gregory digs through Craig's drawers and pulls out a blue jacket.

"He's an imp, you vanilla monkey shit sundae. He's exerts far more heat than necessary already. Lest you're planning to burn this whole structure to the ground?"

He holds up the sweater to see how it suits the dead boy, "Just because he feels warm doesn't mean he is warm." He glares at the woman, "At least he'll wake up knowing someone cares, you crotchety old hag.

"Well, I'm sure he'd be so glad to wake up in someone else's clothes. Of all people's clothes, especially, you choose the very piss-filled, disease-ridden pit of a person that's been causing all of his issues from day one. My, how thoughtful of you."

He puts the sweater down on the bed, "Oh, just because your life's been squandered of any loving relationship doesn't mean his has. If I didn't know better, I'd find you quite jealous he could hold feelings long enough to be willing to die for another."

"I don't recall walking into a therapy room, Bellarose."

"And I don't recall asking for your judgement on what I choose to do, Havisham."

"I bet you'd love for me to say touché, wouldn't you?"

"I wouldn't expect it from you at this point. Too eager to defy any man who dares say a word around you."

"Would you quit it with your therapist act, you blubber of a whale's anus? And stop playing dress up with that damned corpse."

He sighs and picks the sweater back up. "Fine." He folds up the offending piece of clothing, "I suppose you're right." He sets it back where it belongs in the drawer, "Undressing a dead man's shirt is certainly not something I'd like to recall doing later on in life."

"You have at least one brain cell in that musty, endless pit of a head, I see." She grabs the door handle, "Now are you planning on helping with this mess, or are you too busy thinking of the next person you wish to place your meaningless pity upon?"

"Oh as if you'd need my help. If I recall, you spent the majority of your time walking here telling me not to interfere. It's not as if I've been dead longer than you."

"How long you've been deceased doesn't suddenly grant you the ability to know how to close a portal to hell, you know. Don't think you have any sort of superiority over me just for being dead a few months longer than I, you regurgitated, corrosive waste of a vulture's innards. I could use a few hands, regardless of how useless you may be. So stop wallowing on about how comfortable a dead body should be and help me." She pulls the melted door knob swiftly and a swirling vortex of fire appears behind it.

"Close it yourself you leather-skinned snake."

"Oh what's the matter now? You're so ridiculously soft-centered, you know that?"

"I don't need your opinion on everything I decide to care about right now! As if I'd ever want criticism from someone as pathetically try-hard as you, anyhow."

"It's not like you haven't been doing the same thing to me, you psychoanalyzing, waterlog-brained dolt. Go on then! I don't need your help. Like always, I won't be letting my feelings get in the way of what needs to be done."

"Uh-huh, you go ahead and do that!"

"I will!" She steps into the portal and the door slams after her.

Gregory stares back at the door and sits on Craig's bed, examining his room. His eyes land on his computer. Have computer screens gotten much thinner? He remembers the giant bulky things as a boy. So much has changed since he died.

Maybe once everything is done, him mostly to get Stan's remains painted on a wall, he should travel around the overworld and see what has changed.

His eyes land on Thomas.

Oh poor boy…

He's been through so much. Only been dead for a year and a half. Thomas had a normal life, with his single mother. He had a loving faith of God and would try to go to church every Sunday. But because of tourettes, he was worried he would disturb the sermons. So he would watch recordings with his mom.

But as the years go by, a domino effect of awful things kept happening. Throwing Thomas into a deep state of depression. He began to question his faith. If there was a god, why was he torturing him so? If he actually cared, then none of this would've happened. So he threw away his beliefs.

Gregory didn't know how Thomas died, but he has a few guesses. But after his death, Thomas was thrown right into Hell. For the first few months he was having breakdowns, if Hell and Heaven were real, why was he here?

Was it his tourettes? Was it the way he died? It took the antichrist himself to explain to him that those didn't matter. It was when he threw away his faith that sealed his comeuppance. He should be quite glad you went straight to hell instead of what Pip went through.

Pip made it to the pearly white gates, but because of an impatient and rude crowd of dead people trying to get in, Pip was shoved off the edge of the clouds and crash landed into Hell.

Now that the antichrist has control over hell while his dad had died and went to heaven fighting a… Manbearpig. A new era has arisen. Hell has turned into a weird vacation resort. It was worse than the fiery pits and the punishments.

You have to actually think about what you did.

That's just infuriating!

Gregory didn't do that much bad in the living world. At least he thinks so. But he couldn't stop thinking about getting revenge on Stan for killing him in the most humiliating way.

The fourth grade class went down to Arizona to go see the grand canyon. Gregory was simply speaking to Stan about how the drama club was doing, what plays were coming, this and that. But he was ignoring him and munching on a banana.

He threw the damned peel into Gregory's face. Gregory was furious, so he grabbed the peel and threw it to the ground. He stomps on it in rage, and last thing he knew he was flying over the railing and down, down, down the canyon. His spine snapping in two. Dead on impact.

From what the group of idiots said, it seemed no one noticed nor cared about what happened to poor Gregory.

What, you think it's Gregory's fault or a freak accident he died? Tell that to the man.

Ah yes. His first day in hell. He awoke to mountainous spires and hellfire everywhere.

A face was looking down at him. Apparently the face was smashing rocks with his head before Gregory interrupted his moment. He spoke to him in a strange tongue that Gregory didn't understand. And he knew a good chunk of languages.

"Uh excuse me?" Gregory said to the weird boy, "What are you saying?"

He was silent. Two figures appear behind the boy. Gregory slowly looks up to see two adults looking down at his small form. He felt a cold shower of fear as the two adults, with the biggest wingspan he's ever seen on, well, anything!

The woman smiled at Gregory sweetly while the man had a crazed look in his eyes.

"Why hello there." The woman spoke, "Can we help you with something? I see you've met our son, Tweek Tweak."

Tweek just stares at Gregory.

"He doesn't get out much," The man says, his voice very soft and soothing. Like a cup of coffee. His face even grew softer. "You're the first saved soul he's ever seen!"

Mrs. Tweak kneels down and puts a comforting hand on Gregory's shoulder. Gregory felt something oozing out of his back.

She gives him a smile, "My my, dear… You're so brave… There aren't many souls who seem as sudden as yours who would care to talk to someone like our son…" Gregory is quiet. "You seem scared and lost… and alone. Do you have any known family down here?"

"I…" He quietly says, "I don't know..?

"That's quite a shame… I hope you can find them some day. For now, though… as a mother, and an imp… I'd love to welcome you to our home any time you feel like you need to get away from everything out here. It's hard in these times, I'm sure you could do with a friendly face or two."

Even though she had no idea who Gregory was, she had invited him into her home with open arms. She pulls Tweek over to Gregory.

"Darling?" She says to Tweek, "Were you talking to this young man? Trying to make friends?"

"╚ ■ ╩╔=╥╙ ■ ■ ╘┬ ╬ ╬ ╘"

"Dear don't be rude. I know you're nervous, but the boy seems like a nice fellow. Introduce yourself properly."

"... T-Tweek." He squeaks.

"Tweek what?"

"My name is Tweek Tweak!"

"Good job! Now try speaking to him in a way you'll both understand."

"I– I wanna poke your eyes out with my pitchfork, ugly."

Gregory just stares at him.

Mr. Tweak laughs, "Sorry about that. He was raised in the old era, so he hasn't formed to the new customs yet."

"When I grow up, and get my own torture chamber, I'll let you be the first in it."

Gregory just gaps, "Uh… Nice to meet you? I'm Gregory."

It was an interesting first day. But hey he was taken in and taken cared of. He was stuck with the accursed Tweek, but after some years Tweek started to get accustomed to the new ways of hell and became more kinder. Still apathetic at times, but since Thomas came he has become more gentler and protective in his own way.

He did get some new habits. Like hair pulling, yelling out at random, new annoying quirks.

Gregory sighs and looks to the door. So what was she doing back in Hell again?