Chapter 4: Separated… by bubblegum?

It felt like I had just passed out for an hour or something. My head throbbed loudly as my eyes started opening, still feeling rather fatigued.

Yawning awake, I almost leaped up as I caught sight of who I was with.

"Craig!" I yelled, inching away from him slowly, my back against some tree. And it was a crunchy tree that made this cracking sound if you pressed hardly enough on it… Wait, something was in it! Dude, is that caramel! Retracting my hand away from the sticky substance, I wiped it off on my jeans, which didn't really fix anything… except make me really messy.

"Lucky I caught you when I did. That could have hurt." He said in a monotone voice, brushing off his pants as he stood up. "Now that you're awake, I should get going. Bye."

"Wait!" I called after him as I rose to my feet as well. "Why are you here?"

Craig shrugged and sighed lazily, looking off into the distance. "I don't know. Just got one of these weird ass ticket things," He pulled a golden card out from his pocket with two fingers, letting me get a close look at it before hiding it in his coat again. "Tweek said he wanted to check it out. And by the way, that's where Kenny is. Looking for him."

I narrowed my eyes. Cartman invited them here too? "How long have I been out for?" I wondered, still feeling slightly lightheaded.

"Two hours." He responded.

"Two hours!" I gasped, repeating what he said. Had the chocolate really have had such a strong effect on me? "Is there anyone else here, by chance?"

He nodded. "Token and Clyde. Not sure who else he invited. But that's who I and Tweek came with."

I frowned.

"Yeah. I've been playing it cool for the past… seven hours – that's minus the two you spent passed out. That's it. Apparently this place is rigged with traps. And, to top it off, Cartman won't let us out."

Ok, this was getting outrageous. Seven hours? Or… would it be nine? Moses, this dude honestly doesn't have anything better to do with himself if he can waste two hours doing absolutely nothing. Well, that's if… he really wasn't doing anything? Could he have been? ... No, he's Craig. The most boring person in the universe. Plus, he's an ass. At least he's not like the fattest ass of all, but his attitude just pisses me off.

"Seriously? What have you been doing all this time?"

"Dunno. Walking, I suppose."

Hissing silently, I arched my back as I heard a voice call out, "Craig! Oh, Kyle, you're awake!" Kenny.

"Find him?" Craig said, both hands in his pockets.

"Yeah." Ken laughed, tilting his head backwards with a shrug. "You won't believe where I found him. …Actually, you might." He corrected himself, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Come on."

"Wait, you don't have him with you?" He walked up to Kenny and sighed, passing by me completely.

"Nope. Thought it'd be better leaving him there for a bit. Now if only he doesn't run off…"

"Whatever, where is he?"

"Right this way. Oh, and Kyle, you don't need to act so lost. You can come with."

Biting my lip lightly, I turned away from the duo. "Nah, I'll catch up later. You two go on ahead."

"Really? Well, don't get into any trouble, `Kay?"

"`Kay." I waved at Kenny, watching him and Craig stroll further away having somewhat of a conversation. I really didn't understand how Kenny could put up with him. But it's not any of my business then again. I guess Craig could be a chill type of guy if you got to know him. Maybe.

The previous feeling to fill myself with enormous amounts of sweets had been replaced by a simple sense of anxiety. 'Was it really the smartest idea to head off on my own? I don't even know where I am for Moses' sake.'

Shaking the feeling off, I continued heading forward. Or, at least until I was interrupted by a loud rumbling and my legs begun to wobble, losing my balance.

"Get out of my factory you pesky children!"

The fuck? Was that an intercom? Never-mind that, what the hell was going on! I don't think that was Cartman, or even anybody else I knew. But what troubled me more was that, when I looked over my shoulder to the right, I didn't see a pretty little wall, no, what I saw was a pink, sticky looking substance dribbling through what used to be one.

"Fuck!" I shouted, running away from it. I was lucky it wasn't anywhere near me, but I was certain it wouldn't be long. "Kenny, Craig!" Also positive they couldn't hear me, I looked back to see if I could find them. And I was right, I couldn't. Damn.

Luck blew in my direction as I saw a small door straight ahead. Not sure where exactly it led, I entered without knowing what was waiting inside.

Is that Wendy? … And, dare I say it? Cartman? But what surprised me more was what they were doing…