Kyle sighed, his breath visible in the cold wind. "I just can't do this right." He spoke out loud to himself as he walked toward his apartment, thinking of the many dishes he had broken in the past two weeks of working for Cartman. His vision became blurred as he thought more about his clumsy mistakes, stressing himself out to the point of tears. "God damn it, things were so much easier as a kid." He cussed as he rounded the corner to his apartment. His fingers were numb as he pulled his keys out, lacking the right amount of grip force and causing them to fall from his pocket. "Fuck." He was just about to bend down when a black gloved hand shot out and swiped up his keys.

"Here man, you look like you're having a rough time." The owner of the hand said, placing the keys in Kyle's frozen palm. His brow raised slightly.

"Thanks dude." He said, not recognizing the person's voice as well as being unable to see the man clearly.

"No problem Kyle." And with that, the mysterious man vanished into the night leaving Kyle wide eyed in the dim glow of the apartment light.

"Who was that?" he wondered out loud as he finally opened the door to the apartment building and entered its warmth. Unnerved by the fact that someone knew his name and where he lived, he continued up to his top floor apartment and locked the deadbolt as well as the chain lock. Not feeling up to par, he grabbed a glass of water and curled up on his couch, turning the television on and leaving it on the channel it was on which was playing a classic horror film. The red head's eyes became heavy and he fell fast asleep not long after.