A/N: A little over a year ago, my friend wrote a story called becoming Greg Birch, it's on his account NoOneToBlame if you would like to read it, this story is kind of a sequel to it I guess. If you do decide to read it, please try to look over the giant plot hole with the who scene of Kyle and Butters walking to the bathroom together. It's still a pretty good story that several people seemed to love despite the plot hole, who knows, maybe Kyle had some kind of personality disorder in that sense?

Anyway, my friend asked if I would help him write the sequel (this current fic) and since he can't remember his account information, we decided to do it on my freshly made account.

I apologise sincerly for just going on and on about stuff that isn't really that interesting.

So, here's the story, I hope you enjoy it, if you do decide to review, make sure you're not a complete ass about it, if you want to critisize the story, please do so in a way that doesn't make either of us look like complete jerks.

Okay, I will shut up now.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of the characters.

Craig's POV

Tap, tap, tap.

I groaned and rolled over, pulling my pillow over my head, however, not before flipping off my window in the process. What were birds doing out at, I turned my attention to the alarm clock on my nightstand, 3:07 AM.

As much as I hoped it would, my pillow did nothing to drown out the incessant tapping, if anything, they only became louder and more vigorous.

"Gosh darnit." I muttered, climbing out of bed knowing that the only way to get rid of this bird was to scare it off myself. However, when I got to the window, what I saw made me take a few frightful steps backwards. Peering at me through the glass was me, only it wasn't me. This version of me had orange/blond hair cut into choppy layers and a spray on tan.

"G-Greg?" I muttered with confusion. I couldn't believe that I was staring at the person who I pretended to be last year, the person I disguised myself as to get closer to a guy I had liked.

Maybe I should start at the beginning, last year I had a huge crush on this guy named Kyle, only Kyle hated me because I had accidentally blinded him. I then pretended to be another guy who I said was my cousin Greg Birch. Anyway, I started finding random notes warning people about me, and some people started getting murdered. It turned out, that Kyle had gotten his eyesight fixed, and he was in love with me, and he was murdering people to keep them from tearing us apart. Kyle ended up killing himself after I rejected him. Tweek was the one who was writing all the notes, however, he was murdered by Kyle along with Kevin and Butters.

After that, I had decided to figuratively "kill" Greg Birch.
However, what was my alter ego doing here in the early hours of the morning?

This had to be a dream, I decided, yesterday was the one year anniversary that all this went down, of course! I am having stress-related hallucinations due to the rememberance of what had happened.

I was about to go back to bed, when a gust of wind caused my window to fly open, and Greg Birch jumped through, landing swiftly behind me.

"What?" I gaped with shock, I could have sworn that I had locked that window.

"Please, listen to me Craig." Greg pleaded.

"What? You're just a figment of my imagination." I said.

"No, I'm so much more than that." He said, taking a step closer to me. I took a step back, and bumped up against the bed.

"W-What do you want from me?" I asked, feeling slightly afraid, what if this was some murderer who dressed up like Greg to get revenge for Kyle or something. Oh gosh, now I sounded like Tweek, of course no one would be gettin revenge for Kyle. The only person who actually still liked Kyle after all this went down was Stan, and he had hung himself in his garage after Kyle had died. However, Cartman had always been obessed with Kyle, and he had agreed to help him, then again, Cartman was way too fat to pull off the Greg Birch look.

"I have come to give you a second chance." Greg said.

"A second chance? A second chance for what?" I asked.

"A chance to stop your friends from being murdered, a chance to stop Kyle before he starts killing. I can send you back in time to the day where Kyle first arrives back to school after his stay in the blind school, do you wan to take this chance?" Greg said.

I thought about it, the idea seemed absolutely crazy, I mean, we tried time travelling before, back to the third grade, but that hadn't worked out like we had hoped. How was it that Greg could get me back to that exact time and place? The better question however, was how the hell was he here? I knew crazy stuff happened in South Park ALL the time, but this? This seemed ultra mega crazy.

If I agreed to go back in time, then that would mean I'd have to see that lunatic in the flesh all over again, however, it could also mean saving the lives of my friends and classmates, and it could make the town feel safe again.

"Okay, I'll do it." I finally said after mulling it over and over in my mind, even though I'm not a big fan of adventure and all that stuff, I don't think that I could live with myself if I had the chance to help bring back my friends and I had done nothing.

"Good answer." Greg said with a sinister smile before everything went dark.