A/N: I kinda dragged out this chapter a bit to introduce the other three boys into the story, a lot of meaningless stuff leading up to when the find the blog. I think it's quite a humorous chapter though. Tell me how well I'm keeping in character here, I think I might have strayed a bit with them and maybe over did it with Cartman. 'snickers'

Oh yeah before I forget…this is a RP that I have been doing with TajiYami and the next chapters are going to start crossing into that. So I figured I'll let you know who's been playing for who in case I start drifting towards particular characters in descriptions and such. Heheh…

TajiYami's Characters: Kenny, Kyle, Cartman, Wendy, Mrs. Marsh, Mr. Broflovski, Ms. Cartman, Mr. McKormick, Gaz, Zim, Gir, Tallest Red, and Alex Cartman

DarkGryph's Characters: Stan, Bebe, Mr. Marsh, Mrs. Broflovski, Mrs. McKormick, Ms. Crabtree, Chef, Mrs. Garrison, Dib, Tallest Purple, Zec, and DiR

I know there's a lot more too but we haven't gone that far yet…I suppose if you're interested I can keep you updated.

So Anyway here's the second chapter, hope you enjoy it :)

-- DarkGryph

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Chapter 2 – To Hell and Back Again… ((Kenny's POV))

I opened my eyes slowly wondering briefly if I had survived the shot, very unlikely. A large fireball hitting the ground at my feet convinced me otherwise very quickly as I jumped back. I let out a groan, "I nearly made it though that day! What gives?" I asked no one in particular and shoved my hands in the pockets of my parka and started down the path that led deeper into Hell.

I stopped at the end of the path that was overlooking a big get together of all the damned people that had died. Of course I wasn't so convinced that all of them were damned but I guess that's what we all get for not being Mormon. After I had helped Heaven against the forces of Hell they had reverted back to their old ways of only letting Mormons in. It really sucked ass if you asked me but I was starting to like Hell better anyway. Satan wasn't all that bad when he wasn't acting completely gay or evil, and damn did he know how to throw a party. (Not mentioning that one Halloween when he copied the snotty girls on MTV)

I took the hood of my parka off to get a better view of the party transpiring below me. It must have been another one of his monthly Luaus since everyone were wearing leis and grass skirts. I snickered to myself, "Aw Satan didn't take my idea of having a 60's party," I snickered again, "Guess he's not into 'Free Love'" I scanned the area trying to spot the red demon in the crowd so I knew where to head when I made my way down there.

Finally, I managed to spot my target dancing with his new boyfriend in the center of the area. He was also dressed in the lei and grass skirt and he finished off the outfit with a coconut bikini top and a crown of pink flowers over his horns. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him and was truly grateful that I had seen him before going down for him to see me. When I gained control of my laughter I made my way down to him.

"Satan!! Hey!! SATAN!!" I yelled jumping up to catch his attention.

"Oh Kenny hey!" Satan called out waving, "I didn't think you would make it to the party today! Here have a lei."

One of the girl demons danced up to me and put a brightly colored lei around my neck and leaned forward to kiss my forehead, giving me an exquisite view of her breasts barely concealed within her coconut bikini top. I grinned deviously and watched her ass as she strode away before looking back up at the large red demon standing in front of me.

"Common Kenny, join the fun…oh! This is my new boyfriend, Dave…" Satan said excitedly as he introduced the man clinging to his arm.

I gave Dave a nod then shook my head, "I'm sorry Satan…I can't stay."

"Wha- Why not?" His yellow eyes began to look watery and a disappointed look crossed his face.

"I was in the middle of doing something very important when I died this time around," I explained quickly hoping Satan's more feminine side wouldn't completely take over and make him start crying, "I know that I died really close to midnight and that when that happens I usually miss the entire day following but…is it possible to go back at midnight like always?"

Satan thought for a moment and I silently thanked whoever I could for not letting him cry, it would have been so much harder to convince him if he had. After a moment of waiting for him to think he finally shrugged, "I suppose I could arrange it…but…what is it you were doing that was so important? You can't stay for just a little while?"

"Well…not really because midnight is about to come and I don't really want to get stuck and miss anything," I replied, "Visitors have been showing up around South Park and I'm supposed to tell the guys what I saw and stuff."

"Aw…How come stuff like that doesn't happen here?" Satan whined, "I want to see Visitors!"

I narrowed my eyes trying to think of something to say that would keep him from throwing a whiney tantrum, "Hey! Gotta question for you, if a Visitor were to like…die on a different planet then their own…would they go to that Hell or their own?"

"I don't know," Satan answered, his face lit up in interest, "Hey maybe you could go and find out!"

Perfect, "Yea? I can do that…there are a lot of them showing up recently."
"Oh this is so great! I'll send you back now to look into it for me," He said practically hopping up and down, I half expected him to start giggling like a little school girl. He led me off the dance floor still dragging Dave with him and took me to the portal that would take me back, "Alright Kenny you're free to go…"

"Thanks Satan! See you later!" I gave him a wide grin and replaced my hood before hopping through the portal.

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I opened my eyes squinting against the harsh green of the digits from my clock radio, 6:13 am two minutes before my alarm rang. Fuck!! I dragged myself out of my creaky bed and to the dirty bathroom to splash some water on my face. I found myself staring expectantly at the faucet with nothing coming out but some nasty color sludge. I made a face and turned to simple shaking my head to wake up. Water must be off again…Stupid parents… I ran my fingers through my messy blond hair and considered myself presentable for school, or at least until I could get to a school bathroom where I could have running water to work with.

I walked dazedly back to my room and pulled my parka over my head and dug through its pockets with slight hope that my pictures of the spaceship had been recreated as well. No such luck. I jumped at hearing a loud crash near the front of the house followed by my mom yelling at my dad. Great I thought putting a hand to my head as the yelling continued. I snatched up a few blank sheets of paper along with a pencil and my worn backpack with the intent of leaving as soon as possible. My mom was pretty dangerous when she was angry; her aim was less then perfect and tended to hit everything but my dad. (This included me and occasionally my brother and sister too.)

I let out a sigh of relief and tightened the hood of my parka when I made it safely outside unnoticed. I quickly made my way to the bus stop where Stan, Kyle, and Cartman were already waiting. I took my usual spot next to Cartman and looked out into space.

After a moment of staring I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Kyle was leaning over to look around Cartman's fat gut to look at me, "So dude did you get anything from last night?" He asked excitedly. He emerald green eyes glittered with interest and an anxious grin had formed on his lightly freckled face. Kyle hadn't changed much over the six years, he was a bit taller, although he was shorter than all of us and his voice still had a bit of a squeak to it when he was really angry but it had deepened a little. He was the smartest kid in our class, constantly studying while we had taken up other things like sports and dating. Don't get me wrong the guy wasn't a complete book worm, he was lucky enough to have Bebe Stevens and quite a few other girls going after him…so he still had good looks heh.

I sighed, pulling the hood of my parka down so I could be heard as I also leaned over, "Sorry Kyle…I got vaporized by one of them and the pictures along with it."

"Oh," Kyle said looking a bit disappointed. He had really gotten into this whole thing.

Stan's deep blue eyes left the space of nothingness that he had been watching and turned to me, "Dude they killed you Kenny??"

"Those Bastards…" Kyle muttered.

"Yeah…I guess that's a new one to add to the list…" I smirked, my bad habit of dying all the time had lessened over the years but hadn't stopped completely. It had become a normal routine over the years since I always came back and now everyone was used to it.

Stan simply nodded and turned back to staring into space, I noticed his gaze return to Kyle when he spoke up again, "There were three last night," the redhead said, "There was only one before…"

"Yeah I saw them," I said grinning, "I got to see that one close up before it got me too…It really freaked me out."

"There were three?!" Stan asked suddenly looking very disappointed, "I missed it…"

"How'd you miss it?!" Kyle asked turning to Stan and straightening back up to his full height.

Stan gave him an apologetic smile and held up his red gloved hands in defense, "Sorry dude…I was watching the Broncos, it was an awesome game." Stanley Marsh…the guy was growing up to be quite the stud in South Park High, even though he was still a freshman. His midnight blue eyes and raven black hair topped off with his semi-muscular build had gotten the attention of the entire female population at the school and much to Stan's dismay a few of the guys as well. He truly was my competition for the girls; luckily for me he was still obsessed over Wendy Testaburger. They were in one of their dating sessions at this time and had been for a while now. School smarts wise, he was pretty average like me but he excelled at every sport he played, right now he was the star quarterback of the freshman team.

"Pshh…Calm down ya fuckin' Jew," Cartman finally spoke up, "I got the whole thing on tape…no need to get sand trapped in your vagina…"

Kyle turned his frustration and fury on Cartman, screaming in a high pitched voice, "God damnit, Cartman!! I do NOT have sand in my vagina!! I don't even have a vagina, Fat Ass!"

"Oohoohoo," Cartman chuckled but not with the usual enthusiasm, "You really gotta get that sand out Kahl…seriouslah."

Kyle frowned and was about to lash out at him again but the bus had finally pulled up, "Damnit…" He muttered and followed Stan onto the bus.

Cartman followed after too muttering a few Jew hating obscenities under his breath at Kyle. Cartman hadn't changed much either. He was still an asshole reincarnation of Hitler with the loathing hate for Kyle, Jews, Hippies and poor people in that order. His persuasion skills had gotten a fearful respect from his fellow classmates as well as some admiration. I couldn't quite tell if his 'admirers' were simply sucking up to him or if they really were attracted to him. At this point in our short little lives he was the tallest of us…the strongest of us…and is definitely still the fattest of us, although it was apparent that he had been losing the weight and turning into muscle since he joined the football team as a linebacker. He glanced behind him at me narrowing his dark brown eyes, "I hate you Kenny…"

I narrowed my own eyes at him, "Fuck off, Fat ass!" I snarled giving him the finger and climbed into the bus.

"Sit down and shut up!!" Ms. Crabtree yelled, "We're runnin' late!!"

I pulled the hood of my parka over my face smiling devilishly at the giggling girls behind me as I sat down in my usual seat. The bus trudged forward towards the high school. I took this time to pull out the blank sheets of paper I had taken with me and my pencil to attempt to re-draw the symbol and the ship I had done last night. This proved to be rather difficult since the bus was very bumpy this morning. I had scribbled an unrecognizable blob on one sheet, poked a hole through another, and finally given up on the third.

We made it to the school late, the bell was five minutes from ringing, "That totally sucks ass…" Stan muttered slinging his backpack over his shoulder and frowning at the bus, "That damn bitch needs to learn how to drive…"

"Wot did you say!!" Ms. Crabtree's ugly face turned towards Stan, brow furrowed in anger as she waited for an answer.

"Uh I said…" Stan thought for a split second before answering, this had become routine too for as long as the ugly bitch had been driving us to school, "My sandwich just took a dive…" for emphasis he looked down at the spilled contents of his lunch that had fallen out of his open bag as he was climbing out the bus.

"Oh," Ms. Crabtree said, "I'm sure you could buy a lunch today…" she closed the bus doors and drove off.

Kyle let out a snicker, "Dude, that never gets old…do you think she'll ever notice?"

Stan was looking from his bag to the fallen lunch and back to his bag again, I could almost see him questioning himself as to why he had it opened in the first place.

"Naw all that sand in her vagina has caused her to go deaf," Cartman piped in with an evil smile, "You betta watch it Kahl…"

I swear Kyle's face turned as red as his curly hair at that moment, "I. Don't. Have. Sand. In. My. Vagina. Cartman!!" He seethed and then the bell rang, "Damnit…"

Stan dragged Kyle with him to their first class before the furious redhead could do anything. I looked up at Cartman, "The sand in his vagina is kinda old Cartman…you alright dude??" I said muffled through my parka.

Cartman glared down at me, "I'm fine…let's just get to class…"

I tilted my head and looked at his large retreating figure for a moment, Dude something's up with him… I followed after him until I made it to my class.

The day dragged by slowly and for the most part normally. Cartman was acting more like himself by the time lunch rolled around and during the time he and Kyle weren't at each others' throats I managed to show them the pictures I had reproduced. Kyle took a great interest to them and invited us all over to look on the internet for clues in his dad's office. I quickly agreed at the chance of free food, Stan also quickly agreed but I could tell his mind was more into tonight's game rather than visitor hunting, and Cartman flat out refused saying something about catching some sort of Jewish disease from Mrs. Broflovski's cooking. This ended in another lunge at the two rival's throats followed by a lunch time musical of how much of a bitch Kyle's mom was. By the time lunch was over Cartman was pretty much banned from Kyle's house all together and Cartman was coming over anyway just to piss Kyle off. Stan and I were highly amused at the outcome and were trying to stifle our laughs from Kyle.

The rest of the day went by rather smoothly if not extremely boring and slow. After school the four of us rode the bus to Kyle's house where we called our parents to confirm that we can sleep over. Actually Stan was the only one who called because his parents were really the only other ones who would care. Mrs. Broflovski was in a good mood and readily welcomed us to stay after giving Cartman a disapproving look from a muttered comment he had made. We spent a little while going over homework and then crowded around the computer to start our search.

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A/N: Ok so that's the end of the second chapter, I think I'll make chapter four the designated chapter where Dib is the narrator so that I can get the crossing over bit in motion. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. :) Please R&R.