Disclaimer: Hell Park belongs to Chickenstab, cover belongs to Evilfeather, none of us own South Park.

Fun fact: My mom wrote the romance parts of the story. And I take a jab at her with her romance novels she loves to read.

Tweek flies down to the church and drops Craig carefully. Craig immediately starts blowing at his hands and shaking them to stop the burning pain.

Tweek shoves Craig through the door, "Start grabbing stuff!"

Craig glances about the church and starts grabbing long candle sticks and crosses. None of them are really sharp. Aw man he was looking forward to stabbing a bitch. "Hurry!" Tweek was practically stomping his hooves in panic.

Could cloth or clothes work? Those could totally be armor. Though he found it hard to picture himself in priest clothes.

"Craig!"

"Alright, alright." He hurries back to Tweek with an armful of candlestick stands and crosses, the stands knocking at pews. "Should we teleport?"

"It's too slow! We have to fly!" Tweek scoops up Craig into his arms, taking the other boy by surprise. Tweek zips them out of there and flies back to the school. There were even more tendrils now. Gregory was pissed.

Craig was more focused on the position he was in. Good news was he wasn't burning so that means the pain is skin to skin. Bad news was he was being carried like a girl going down the aisle towards her damn honeymoon suite.

Oh that's why it's called bridal style.

"Craig! Are you even listening?" Craig snaps out of his moment of stupor and looks to the group of boys. Token had his hands on his hips, but seemed to be smirking.

Craig jumps out of Tweek's arms, dropping the sticks and crosses to the concrete. "Here's your stupid weapons."

"Great. Now we can whack the bitch." Stan grumbles as he picks up a cross.

"Wait– Where's Cartman, Kenny and Butters?" Tweek zips his head back and forth.

"Cartman left and Kenny ran inside for Butters," Kyle answered.

"WHAT!? We need all the men we can get– Kenny ran inside with no protection!?"

The double doors slam open and Butters comes stumbling out. Before he could hit the ground, Tweek catches him. "Butters! Where's Kenny!?"

Butters pants, "Back… Inside… Gregory…"

He didn't have to continue. Tweek twitched and had his pitchfork appear. "Alright! Let's get inside! If you see anyone, help them immediately! Don't wait!"

The seven boys get their weapons ready and hurry into the school after Butters has calmed down a bit. Tweek flies over the building as the other six split up to other entrances of the school. Craig and Token take the front as the other four go to the sides. The two boys hold up their candlestick stands and prepare for the worst.

Tendrils leak into classrooms. They creep by, peering into each room. So far they were all empty, aside with the giant blood splatters on the walls.

They make it to the cafeteria. So much carnage. Teenagers bodies, blood and guts were strewed about the lunchroom. Those who've survived were hiding under tables or hugging the walls.

"Token, look." Craig points to the farthest wall. Nichole and some of the girls were still alive.

"Oh thank Christ! We gotta help them, dude!" Token says.

They notice Clyde and Butters slip through the side doors. Clyde seemed to be crying but trying so hard to keep a tough face. Butters looked very determined.

"They can handle it." Craig says. The two advance towards Gregory's body.

Tendrils immediately grab at them. The duo smack them away with their sticks, making the demon screech in pain.

"Bebe!" Clyde runs up to the girls, whacking away some tendrils.

"Clyde!" The blond cheers.

Butters clears a path for the girls. "This way! To the door!"

Bebe and co run towards the doors. They just make it out as the tendrils grab Clyde and Butters. "Woo! I didn't sign up for a ride again!" Butters yelped.

Clyde was just screaming.

Stan jumps into the air with his cross and thrusts the golden object into the tendril. With a screech and shudder, the tendril drops Butters.

"Huh. I guess I can stab a bitch." Stan says in awe at the cross.

Kyle takes his turn by practically baseball batting the tendril. The tendril flicks Clyde into the tile. With a crunch, Clyde yells out in pain.

"Oh shit!" Kyle hurries to Clyde.

"My arm! My arm!" He yells as he clutches his left arm.

"Oh jeez! Man down!" Butters smacks a tendril.

Craig and Token now charge at Gregory, but tendrils keep coming at them, blocking their hits from the demon's body. One slips past their hits and wraps around Craig. He is yanked into the air and immediately feels his body get squeezed. The air is pushed out of him.

Air. Need air. He's trying desperately to breathe. He was starting to see spots in his vision. He can hear muffled yells from Token and the others. This is it, isn't? How pathetic. Letting himself get grabbed by Gregory, the fucker. At least he has confirmation Hell and Heaven were a real deal…

"HYAAAAAA!" A war cry echoes through the walls and a fiery figure plunges down through the hole in the roof. Pitchfork thrusted down. With a loud crack, the pitchfork is shanked right through Gregory's skull.

Craig feels the tendril tighten around him. He felt as if he was gonna pop! It then loosens and he feels himself plummet towards the ground. He is swiftly caught by the arms of the imp.

Tweek's hooves skid a bit on the tiles. He holds Craig tightly in his arms, panting a bit heavily. Gregory's body falls back and all the tendrils retreat into him. Tweek breathes a sigh of relief.

Craig stares up at Tweek in a dazed state. Tweek… Saved him. He really, truly saved his life. He felt his arms lift on their own and wrap around Tweek's neck. He feels Tweek stiffen, but he doesn't care. He hugs him. He even ignores the burning into his left cheek, as it touches Tweek's neck.

"Cra– Craig? Are you alright?" Tweek asks.

He says nothing.

"Bro that's pretty gay." Stan comments. Craig just flips him off. Tweek carefully sets Craig down and gently takes his arms off his neck.

Tweek gives him a worried look, "Craig what's wrong?"

"I'm fine."

Tweek frowns but doesn't press.

"Oh my god," Stan says. Craig and Tweek look at what Stan commented on. Shredded pieces of an orange parka and pieces of the owner of the parka. "He killed Kenny."

Kyle kicks Gregory's body, "YOU BASTARD!"

"G-guys! Clyde's arm!" Butters says in worry. Odd. He didn't seem too fazed about Kenny...

Token comes up to the now sobbing boy and lightly moves his arm up, making the brunette scream. "Oh great. We need to take him to the hospital, pronto."

Tweek goes over to Gregory's body and grabs an arm. "You– you guys do that. I'll be back." Inhale. Pop. Tweek and Gregory vanish.

The boys had made it to the hospital. Clyde's in with a doctor, the others wait in the waiting room. Stan and Kyle are whispering amongst each other while Craig watches the TV. Why did he hug Tweek? That was very… un-Craig. Plus Tweek helped him multiple times. Kinda. So why now?

The show changes to the news. The reporter is at the high school, showing all the dead teens and their splattered remains. They interview the survivors like Wendy and Timmy.

Craig starts to ignore the TV and goes back to his thoughts. Why was he buddying up with Tweek so suddenly?

"Craig? You good dude?" Craig slowly slides his head on the chair to Token. Token frowns at him. "You're weirdly calm after all that's… happened. Like… More of our other friends are dead. Like Scott Malkinson and Kevin Stoley."

Craig shrugs, "I think I finally went numb to the situation."

"Oh jeez. After this all blows over, I'm gonna drag our asses to Hawaii for a much needed break."

Craig scoffs and looks to the others. Butters was strangely calm, even knowing what happened to Kenny and being attacked by tentacles. And Kyle was starting to yell at Stan, whom the other didn't seem to care.

"Ah crap," Token says, his eyes to the TV, "Cartman's girlfriend Heidi is dead too."

"So?"

"So!? Dude, that's Cartman's girlfriend and one of Nichole's friends!"

"I meant so why would Cartman care?"

Token was about to rebuttal, but stops to think about it. After about an hour in, Tweek finally appears through the doors. He's in his human disguise again. "Sorry I'm late! Er– Damian has Gregory now."

"Great. That's one demon down, but we are nowhere closer to get Pocket." Token says, his chin leaning on his hand.

"Could someone fully explain to me what's going on, please?" Butters politely asks. Tweek sits next to him and tells him everything. Butters nods as the imp speaks.

Craig watches Tweek as he talks. Craig doesn't know why he's acting strange with Tweek. He didn't even know why they were getting friendly so quickly. It was because of Tweek, Jimmy was dead and now others were dead.

He did save his life… And Tweek couldn't stop Gregory fast enough. Maybe…

The hospital doors open and in walks a familiar parkaed boy. He comes over and sits next to Butters. Butters lights up and hugs Kenny's arm. Tweek looks shocked and starts sputtering nonsense.

What's he sputtering about? Kenny was just gone for a moment right? Craig thinks on that. Why does it feel like he has a gap in his memory all of a sudden?

Butters whispers something to Kenny and then the two share a kiss. Stan makes a gagging sound.

"Hey guys." They all turn to find Clyde coming out of the ER. A cast on his left arm.

"Dude, how are you feeling?" Token asks, "What's the damage?"

"Fractured humerus."

Stan snickers, "Well isn't that… humerus."

He is promptly smacked behind his head via Kyle.

Craig awakens to shuffling and other sounds. He shifts his eyes to his bookcase, where Tweek seemed to be shuffling through.

He picks out a book and skims through it. He seemed to go starry eyed as he read the first page.

"And what are you doing."

"GAH!" Tweek drops the book, "C-Craig don't scare me like that!"

"You woke me up."

"I'm sorry! I was– I was just bored!"

Craig slowly sits up and lets his eyes adjust to the lack of light. He looks to the ground and sees the outline of the book. "What did you find."

"N-nothing in particular."

"Don't lie."

"ARGH FINE!" Tweek grabs the book and holds it up, "I found this book of strange knowledge of– of creatures!"

"Creatures."

"Yes!"

"Bring it here."

Tweek comes over to Craig's bed and takes a seat at the foot. He hands it to the boy.

Craig turns on a light and tilts his brow at the cover. "The Weird and Wacky," by Carly Jetts. A guide to the wonders of aliens and mythical monsters.

"So a supernatural book, eh? Why am I not surprised." He flips the pages. When did he get this book?

"Don't be like that! Nngh! I-I find this more interesting than your other books!"

"Hey don't diss on my Douglas Adams and J.R.R. Tolken."

"I don't even know who those are!"

"Sci-fi and fantasy writers, of course."

Tweek gives him a confused look. "'Sci-fi'?"

"It's space fantasy or technology based stories." He hands the book back to Tweek, "You can have it if you want."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well uh… Thank you, Craig." He hugs the book to his chest, "T-this means a lot to me."

Craig felt his face heat up. "Y-you're welcome. Now let me sleep."

"OK!" Tweek gets up and goes into Craig's closet.

Craig stares at the closet door. That's where he plans to sleep? Eh, whatever. He flicks off the light and curls up into his sheets. What a strange de- er… Imp.

Craig closes his eyes. They were gonna get the hunt for Pocket going on soon. They just needed to talk to the girls and call Christophe.

The boys regroup at Craig's house. Token, Clyde and Stan had talked to their girlfriends. Nichole and Bebe would love to help, but the death of Heidi and a few of the other girls have really shoken them up. Red just didn't wanna help, Bebe told them. But Wendy was ready. She was ready to avenge her girlfriends. And she'll be there soon.

Kenny has called Christophe, seeing if the mole could continue his work with Tweek. And lastly, Kyle had called Cartman to see if he was gonna still help or not. He went straight to voicemail. Guess that's a no.

Craig has pulled out a folding table and sets the crosses and sticks they have nabbed from the church. "Hey Tweek? Would curtains and priest clothes work as armor?" Craig asks.

"H-huh? I mean I guess– nnghh!"

"Kay. Can you take me back to the church?"

"Sure!" He comes up to Craig and takes his hands. Craig pulls away. "Huh?"

"Uh…" Craig's cheeks turn pink, "Can we fly over there instead?"

Tweek tilts his head but doesn't question it. He goes back to his imp self and scoops Craig up. Token and Clyde whistle and whoop at the two. "Shut up." Craig snaps.

Tweek nervously laughs and takes off.

Token and Clyde give each other knowing looks and wiggling eyebrows.

"What's with those looks?" Wendy comes up to them with a backpack.

"Craig totally has a crush on Tweek. Like, it's so obvious!" Clyde says.

"Awww! Well I'll support them as much as I can." Wendy gushes.

"Maybe you could help us with our plan later." Token says.

"Of course! After we kick demon ass."

"Are you having a lame bake sale?" Christophe comes up to the table.

"Oh cool, you're here." Kenny says, "Do you have everything we need."

"But of course, monsieur." He dumps his bag onto the table. Bottles, chains, ninja stars, and other random weird items. "All have been blessed or dunked in holy water." He picks up a bottle, "Or is holy water."

"Awesome." Kenny picks up a ninja star. He notices Butters staring at it with a shimmer of fear in his brighter eye. Kenny quickly puts it down and hugs the boy. "Don't worry, I won't be throwing shit at you again."

Butters hugs back. Christophe rolls his eyes at them as he blows a puff.

After about an hour, Tweek and Craig return with curtains, bedsheets, and priest's clothing.

"What took you guys so long?" Kyle asks, "Everyone's been here for a while now."

"Priests were hunting us down." Craig bluntly says.

"Uh what? Elaborate."

"Nah." He plops the pile of cloth on the table.

Kenny steps atop a chair. "Alright guys, we got weapons and… armor. Get that armor on and we can formulate the battle plan."

Everyone grabs some sheets and curtains. Craig, Kyle and Token grab priest clothes and pull off their clothes right there.

"H-hey there's a girl here!" Wendy shrieks.

"We aren't taking our undies off, Jesus." Craig says.

Wendy pulls a sheet around her and ties it up like a cape. "Hmm if we get more time, I should get Bebe to sew these up into real clothes."

Token buttons up his robes, "Well we don't. Hopefully we don't have to wear these long."

Tweek watches Craig undress. He really didn't know why. When Craig looks back at him Tweek immediately turns his attention to the grass.

Craig buttons his coat.

The boys were all dressed aside from Tweek, Christophe and Kenny. Wendy helps Clyde with his curtain cape.

"Alright. Now that we are all ready, we are all gonna look around the streets of South Park and like, hunt down Pocket and the other demons. Since we are surrounded by a bunch of retarded adults, we can't really trust anyone to help us."

The group simply frowned.

"So we are all gonna have to split up into small teams to comb all of South Park. Tweek, you'll be with Token-"

"I call Token!" Clyde grabs the darker boy with his good arm

"... Uh… Ok… Then Craig, you and Stan-"

"Nope!" Wendy latches onto Stan.

Kenny just makes an annoyed sound. "Ok everyone just pick someone then!"

Wendy and Clyde have already paired with Stan and Token. Kyle goes to stand next to Christophe while Butters goes next to Kenny. Tweek and Craig awkwardly stand there.

"Right everyone is together now. Kyle, Christophe, you guys will take Bonaza Street and check if they are near any of the houses. Stan, Wendy, you guys go to Ihaveseenitbefore Road and check the shops. Craig, Tweek, you guys head to Stark's Pond. Token, Clyde, you guys check around the school again. Butters and I will head around the city hall and parks."

Token and Clyde snicker amongst each other while Tweek and Craig just give each other questionable looks.

The two fly down to Stark's Pond and land by the sign of Stark's Pond. Tweek sets Craig down. "Kay! We just need to find any of the other guys or Pocket and we can go back to our merry way!" Tweek looks around. Trees. More trees. Some benches. And of course the large body of water.

Craig stares at the large body of water. He swings his candle stick stand over his shoulder. It feels like it's been a century since he's been here but it was only like three days ago. Around the time they met Gregory, Tweek was revealed to be an imp, Jimmy's body…

"Craig? You good?"

Craig snaps out of it and looks to Tweek. Tweek gives him a sad smile, "I know…"

Craig just stares.

"Come on. We gotta find something." Tweek lends out a hand. Craig's eyes just shift to the hand. "... Craig please. Don't be like this now. We don't have the time."

Craig hesitates but takes his hand. Huh. No burning. It was… Pleasantly warm. Tweek starts walking with Craig being pulled behind him.

Wow. This was really gay, Craig thought to himself. We're holding hands like it's the most normal thing in the world. Then again, when was the last time he held hands with a girl? Or with anyone really. He has dated a few girls, but it never got anywhere. Every girl gushed on how hot he was.

But once they started dating him, they always saw him as bland as water. So that's how Clyde and Token have girlfriends yet Craig does not. Even if out of the three he was the most popular. Which… He found it weird. If he was so boring, why would people still pay attention to him?

Even guys come up to him for advice or guidance. When was he ever a leader? Or an attractive type? Right right his looks...

He looks at their interconnected hands and felt his chest fucking flutter. Flutter! What was he, a girl from a cheesy romance novel that his mom reads? Where they like, kiss before they brush their teeth- Ok I'll stop now.

"Hey," Tweek breaks through his thought process, "Since we have nothing else better to do at the moment, wanna just… Er– do you wanna talk?"

"Talk about what?"

"How about your sister and family?"

"Tricia is a bitch and I wish she doesn't exist."

"Oh that's so mean!"

"You're an imp, dude."

"So!?"

"Whatever."

Craig was now by Tweek's side, hand pulled away. Aw the lovely warmth was gone. He shoves his hand into his pocket. "How about you tell me why you're friends with Gregory and the losers." Craig asks, staring straight ahead.

"Why does that matter?"

"Because Gregory is an asshole and Pip is a pussy and Thomas…"

"Well Gregory fell from the living world right in front of me. My parents thought he was adorable and sweet so they just took him in. Pip fell from heaven and ended up in Damian's lair, which Damian had all of us Imps swear to never touch a single hair on his god forsaken head. Gregory and Pip found Thomas, and we just hit it off almost instantly. Estella kinda just… Appeared."

"How boring."

"That's how it all happened! What do you want from me!?"

"What's up with your parents?"

Tweek seemed to go a bit rigid, his hand squeezing Craig's. "Ah… They aren't horrible parents."

"Then why did you tell Butters you, like, relate to him or something."

"NNGH!" Tweek twitches, "Y-you heard that?"

"I was literally right behind you."

"Oh– right." Tweek nervously laughs, "Well… My parents were strange. They ran a coffee shop in Hell for some reason. They did make great business. Just after some years, they seemed emotionally checked out from me… They still, like, loved me and shit. It's just… They seemed to care more about that useless store than me."

Craig tilts a brow. What does that have to do with literal groundation for breathing wrong? Craig asks that aloud.

"H-huh? Well… In both instances, your parents just don't care about you. For me, I wasn't seen as much of anything… For Butters, a toy to play around with to see how long it breaks."

Craig just frowns.

"What about your parents, man?"

"My parents?"

"Yeah."

Craig shrugs. "They're normal parents on my part. My dad likes to build model boats, works at an office while my mom works at the bank. I guess the only thing that separates us is our unhealthy addiction to flipping everyone off."

"Huh? I barely see you flipping anyone off!"

"'Cuz I calmed down on it the past few years. Around middle school I think."

"Well."

They hear rustling in the trees. The two quickly take a fighting stance with weapons drawn. Out comes the bitch.

Estella.

She seemed to be surrounded by woodland critters. Squirrels, bunnies, deer, bears, etc.

Tweek practically laughs out loud, "Little animals? We're gonna easily turn them into–" Craig pulls at Tweek's wing, making the imp yelp. "What was that for!?"

"No. You are not killing innocent little animals."

"Craig this isn't the time for thi–" He is met with the blankest look made by Craig. But this one felt weirdly eerie. "... No killing animals. Got it."

A squirrel launches and latches onto Tweek's face. With a totally manly scream, Tweek tries to pull the damn animal off his face.

Craig ignores him and holds up his stick. He just needs to plow through the hypnotised animals, and get a battle underway with the bitch aaaaaaand he threw his stick and missed.

"... Well shit." He is taken down by a bunny aiming for his jugular.

Tweek practically rips the rodent off his face. Fire flares around him. "IT'S ON, BITCH!" He jumps into the air and practically launches himself into Estella's person. Estella is about to get a pig to jump up and block him, but he was way too fast.

She took a pitchfork to the face. Tweek was now sitting on her chest and continuously just jamming the prongs to his fork through her face again and again.

"I'M SO SICK OF YOUR BULLSHIT GAAAAAH!" Stab stab stab.

"Tweek."

Stab stab stab.

"Tweek!"

Stabby stab!

"TWEEK!"

A hand grabs his own. He stops. Craig takes the weapon and tosses it away. The other hand was preoccupied with holding the now calm bunny. "Tweek calm down. Deep breaths."

"But–!"

"BREATHS!"

Tweek huffs, but does as he says. In… out… in… out… in… calm…

"Good. Now get going."

"O-ok." Tweek gets up and picks up Estella's body, her soup of a face pours onto the ground in a disgusting pile. He leaves for Hell.

Hand in hand, Kenny and Butters walk through the park more like it's a date then a mission to get a demon. Butters was skipping next to Kenny, his makeshift cape jumping and fluttering, blessed dagger in hand and a belt of glass bottles filled with holy water.

Kenny smiles at his little demon hunter. "So where do you reckon this demon is?" Butters asks.

"I dunno, Bun. Hopefully there's one nearby. Don't want someone like Wendy or Kyle getting hurt."

Butters stops skipping and frowns at the blond, "Kenny don't get yourself killed again."

"Can't keep that."

"Kenny!"

"Bunny."

Butters now has a cute pout on his face.

"Doesn't help if you're gonna get your cute butt snatched."

"KENNY MCCORMICK!"

Kenny just laughs and changes the subject. "So are your parents making up stories again?"

Butters looks to the ground with a frown, "Yeah…" He kicks a rock.

Kenny sighs, "Why don't you just ditch them, dude."

"If it were that easy, I would've… But I still love them."

"Leo–" Kenny is stopped by a glare. Kenny shuts his mouth.

They hear splashing. They look towards the bathrooms of the park. Blood rivered down the concrete.

Kenny takes the dagger from Butters and tiptoes up to the bathrooms. From the back. He presses his back to the wall, dagger up and ready. That must be Thomas. He has to be careful. He has no idea what Thomas was capable of.

He quickly does a spin off the wall and jabs the dagger into the back of Thomas' head. He drops like a rock. Kenny blinks at the body of Thomas. Huh. That was… easy.

Butters hurries up, "Did you get 'im?!"

"Eeyup." He hands the dagger back to Butters and grabs Thomas' body. He slings it over his shoulder. "Better get back to the house then."

Wendy peers into every store they walk past. So far nothing seemed out of place aside from some weird looks from workers and shoppers.

"Could you stop? Like Jesus."

"Oh stop being an ass, Stan." Wendy adjusts her berat. She spins the cross in her hand, "We have a demon to kill slash capture."

Stan just rolls his eyes and continues walking. Wendy huffs and follows him. "What is your problem!?"

"Problem? What problem?"

"You act like you're baked twenty four seven!"

"I'm just tired, Wens. Haven't slept last night."

"Don't lie to me!"

Stan just starts to ignore her. Wendy gets into his face and cups it between her hands. "Stanley Marsh," She says softly, "Tell me what's the matter. Is it your dad? Shelly?"

Stan just stares at her, "... It's nothing."

"No it's not! You're not as… checked out as you are."

Silence.

"You didn't start drinking again, did ya?"

He slaps her hands away from his face. "I told you I'm fine."

Wendy just frowns at him. They hear a blood curdling scream from the streets. A certain demon was taking adults down and biting their throats off. Wendy readies her cross.

Stan just puts a hand on her shoulder. "Wait. We should call Christophe or something."

"What!? I can handle him!"

"It's Mr. Bitey McFuckface. We stand no chance."

"But people are dying!"

"Wendy," he squeezes her shoulders, "I'm serious."

Wendy just glares at him and smacks his hands away. She charges at Pip.

"Wendy!" Stan yells out.

Pip's attention was now on her. Immediately, on all fours, Pip advances on Wendy. Wendy grabs a bottle of holy water and throws it at Pip. The bottle explodes on his face, but he's unfazed. He takes her down.

Just as his teeth were ready to dive into her cranium, a stick smashes into the side of his head, knocking him down.

Wendy looks up to see Stan with his candlestick, eyes wild and ready to make another swing like a golf club. She gets herself to her feet and kisses his cheeks. "Thanks for saving me."

Stan's face turns pink and he gives a goofy smile. "So about that call-"

"Do it."

The two run off while Pip is down.

Ave Maria plays from Christophe's pocket. He picks it up, "Bon-"

"GET TO NOWHEREISIT NOW PIP IS AFTER US!"

Click.

"... Monsour Kyle, we are heading to Whatisit."

Kyle tilts a brow but follows the Mole.

Wendy and Stan were running for their lives as Pip chases after them on all fours like a wild animal.

Pip was getting closer. They might not make it. Stan stops and stands before Pip with his arms out. "Wendy! Keep running!"

She stops and turns to see Stan. "Stan no!"

So this was how he was gonna die. At least it was his choice this time. If only it was the fucking twat. He squeezes his eyes shut as he feels his body tackled down, and teeth sinking into his flesh.

Is this what Jimmy felt? Is this what Jimmy felt? Well he's gonna have to ask him if he makes it to Hell.

THWACK!

Pip is smacked right off Stan via shovel. The teeth yank out of his face, but tear a bit more of his skin off.

"DUDE!" The pale face of his best friend appears in front of his. He was a blurry blob, but his eyes were still trying to refocus. He feels himself sit up and get hugged tight. "Oh fuck we made it!"

"Kyle..?"

"No shit, Sherlock!" The hug tightens. Stan lifts his arms and hugs back. Holy shit he almost died. In the corner of his eye, he sees Christophe and Wendy just whacking the fuck out of Pip's body.

But it didn't seem to be doing much damage to the boy. Christophe turns to the boys, "We need to leave. We can't kill zis one."

Kyle scrambles back to his feet and helps Stan up. "Let's go, dude!"

The four run like bats outta hell.