~No POV~

Kyle Broflovski stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. He was wearing a colorful, plaid dress shirt under a pair of denim overalls. On the front of the overalls, stitched in red thread were the words. "Good Guys". He had multiple fake scars and stitches covering his face, and on top of all that, he had dabbed some fake blood to make the effect more realistic. Yes, Kyle was going as Chucky for Halloween. His best friend, Stan Marsh, had advised that he go as the evil doll from Child's Play, rather than Raggedy Andy. The experience had taught him that much. Kyle had agreed, seeing that he could pull it off, what with his stunning red hair.

So, on the night of October the 31st , the excited red-head threw on his costume and waited for his best friend to come out of the bathroom. "Stan," he groaned, dragging out the 'n', "what's taking you so long?" Kyle thought, quite irritatedly, that putting on a costume couldn't take as long as Stan was making it take. He'd been in the bathroom for at least twenty minutes!

An agitated reply came from behind the closed door. "I'm almost done! Be patient!"Stan's voice seemed muffled. Kyle had no clue what the raven haired-teen was going as. It was supposed to be a surprise. Kyle decided, in order to pass the time, to text his girlfriend. He and Bebe had been going out for some time, now. His fingers quickly typed a message into the cell phone and hit send. He sat down on Stan's bed, and exhaled a deep breath.

"Man, this is going to be a long night."

Meanwhile, at the Steven's residence, a flustered blond rushed her best friend, Wendy Testaburger, into getting her costume on. Since they were girls, neither had an issue with getting dressed in front of one another. Unlike boys, they could care less and not have to change in the bathroom one at a time. "Wendy! If you want to pull off this costume, then you gotta look unbelievably like Linda Blair from The Exorcist!" advised Bebe. The other girl glared at her.

"Look! I'm already covered with that gross makeup shit! I think I can pull it off well enough before we over do it and I end up looking like Tina Fay!" screamed the outraged Wendy. Bebe sighed, and gave in.

"Okay, sorry, hon." she gave a weak smile and patted her best friend on the back. A familiar buzzing caused her to whip around and snatch her phone up. "Kyle texted me!" Bebe smiled as she read over the message. It had said:

To: Bebe S.

From: Kyle B.

Hey can't wait to see you. We'll pick you up in about ten minutes, okay?

ILY

~Kyle

Wendy sighed and rolled her eyes as Bebe replied to the text. Adding the final touches to her costume, she pictured Stan and her holding hands at the party. It's a shame they had to break up. Wendy still had feelings for Stan, but was too afraid to admit it. "Oh well," she whispered, grabbing her purse and checking herself in the mirror. Wendy wasn't a bad looking girl. Sure, her best friend had blossomed into a woman before her, and sure, the stages when she went through puberty were awkward and turned all the boys away... but she had grown into a pretty attractive seventeen year old. Her satiny black hair fell to her waist, her skin was clear, and she had a nice bust. Too bad that all of the boys were interested in her but Stan. Again, she sighed and looked at Bebe in the mirror.

Bebe was going as an un-dead French Maid- no doubt trying to catch Kyle's attention. She had flat ironed her blond hair, applied tons of eye makeup, and practically plastered white powder to her face. It was a pretty sexy costume, Wendy had to admit. Bebe really did look like a ghost. A black and white bonnet was tied to her head, and a very tight black-and-white aproned dress fit her snugly. It fell to right below her waist. Wendy could only imagine what Bebe intended to do with Kyle at the party.

Grinning, she hugged her best friend. "I can't wait for the party!" the raven haired girl exclaimed. "It's at Bradley's house, right?"

"Yep. Oh, uh, I hope your okay with Kyle and Stan picking us up," Bebe looked sheepish.

"Ugh! You know I hate being around him!" Wendy growled. "Oh, alright," the fact that she disliked being near Stan was truthful. It made her uncomfortable. Bebe thanked her best friend and kissed her on the cheek.

"You know I love you, right?" asked the blond. Wendy and Bebe were practically sisters.

"Yeah, and sadly I love you right back," she said jokingly. They giggled and teased until the doorbell rang. Together, they walked to the door and Bebe opened it.

Kyle was standing there in a Child's Play costume, and behind him stood Stan in a very convincing Jason Voorhees get-up. It nearly caused Wendy and Bebe to scream- they'd forgotten that they weren't the only ones that would be in a costume. After the fear had subsided, Bebe ran into Kyle's arms and greeted him with a kiss. Which, left Wendy and Stan lingering in the doorway. In case you can't tell, it was very awkward.

Knowing she'd regret it, but not caring, Wendy strolled over to Stan, who had no idea what she was about to do. "Hey," she mumbled, before lifting up the bloodstained hockey mask and planting a kiss on his cheek. They both blushed, staring into each other's eyes. All four of them hopped into the car and made their way over to Bradley's house for the party.

They went to the party, had a good time, got drunk, and went home, living happily ever after.

The End

You only wish that was the end. Oh, no. My dear readers, if that was where the story really ended, then this wouldn't be a story at all. It wouldn't even come close to the despair and tragedy that the kids are about to embark on. If you have a weak stomach, I suggest that you accept this as the ending and read no more. Next chapter, you're in for a real treat.

A/N:

That wasn't the ending. Well, it could be viewed as an early ending for those of you who don't wish to be scarred by the coming chapters.

PS~ Thanks go to the users: rosy2lee2 and ForeverEternalLove for reviewing. You guys inspired me to write this chapter! Love ya!

~Heron