Divinity
Act II:
Chapter Two
The Hierarchy of Needs states that our mentality will bend around that which we need most. When faced with starvation, fear, and freezing cold nights, this system dictates that our minds are completely focused on survival. The system is wrong. What they never accounted for was a moral surge within the individuals being observed. Somewhere between the isolation, hopelessness, fear, and hunger, we found something: A truth. Maybe we were here for a reason. Maybe we were supposed to wind up here to suffer for all the mistakes we've made. We all came to realize this and agree to a form of compromise. Stan was trapped in stone, but he was the most devoted to the idea. We set aside the oranges Tweek found us, drank heavily from the ocean, and deprived ourselves more and more with each passing day. For days, we ate grass and drank water. Nights were still freezing, especially once we started losing weight. On those nights, we stayed close. This was our destiny for the time being. We were free from vice or further wrongs. This was our Purgatory. My name is Wendy.
His eyes weak and heavy, Stan stood up, trying to keep up the strength in his legs, and stared into the distant ocean. The night was warmer than most, but still no moon. It's okay to eat fish…Because they don't have any feelings. His stomach groaning and cramping, the raven-haired boy prayed, never taking his eyes off the waves. Soon, the seas began to stir, and the waves crashed harder and harder against the island. In time, they reached the rock formation and slammed down upon it. Without fear or struggle, Stan allowed himself to be carried away by the sea. It seemed right to go from stone to water without anything human in between. The currents were strong as the waves filled his eyes. His body was numb and useless as it flowed further and further into nothingness. Kyle and Kenny would come soon. Wendy would be there, too; to hold his hand. She was always there.
They say that tears first came from angels. When they came near the earth during the time of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, they wept for the two. Tears landed in the eyes of both Adam and Eve, and they learned to cry. After their exile, they cried often. Maybe angels cry, too, but humans do it to remember that they're still alive. Machines and stone and water can't cry. Only a living thing can cry now. Each tear tasted salty and warm, but they were water when there seemed to be little. Living in shame, living in sorrow, the children accepted their pain, never daring to hope for anything more. It was alright for awhile, but it could never be happiness.
Laying Tweek down atop softened rocks, Wendy lovingly glided her hands down his eye lids, finally allowing the poor boy to sleep. The blessing was that the day had gone. Stan felt as the rock did that night, but he was able to let go. Kenny cried inside his hood, muffling his moans and gasps and absorbing his tears. Cartman thought only of his mother. Butters cried aloud, not knowing anyone could hear him. Soon, Kenny wrapped his arms around him, and the two fell asleep. Kyle stared up at the heavens as he knelt in prayer. Tweek slept for the first time in so long, thanks to Wendy, who was silent and still. Craig watched Bebe as she stared into the shadows in the cavern.
All punishments come to an end. Those enduring them are the only ones who know when it's truly over, and that day came. They were free to walk and eat and drink water and feel forgiven, even if they couldn't forgive themselves.