Me: Hello welcome to the third chapter of my story! Here to join me in writing this part issssss south park's very own.....KENNY!!!

Kenny- Why the hell are you making me do this?

Me:Cause you're barley in my story so you deserve to help.

Kenny- And it's because i'm sexy isn't it?

Me: Shut up Kenny.

Kenny- You know it's true

Me:....no comment...anyway you're probably tired of hearing us talk so one final thing! Kenny?

Kenny- This poor sucker does NOT own South Park!

Me: That's true but haaay! (He likes to tourcher me.)

Kenny- xD Anyway... this story is rated M for "bad" language and sexy time

Me: ............

Kenny- .....Wanna do it?

Me: I'm going to kill you.

Kenny- ehhh i've had that happen enough times. Btw, the song fic of this chapter is "Scars" By papa roach

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When Everything Goes Downhill

by midnight harvest moon

Chapter 3

(Kyle pov)

"Hey fatass" I greeted as Eric Cartman joined our usual group of four next to the bus stop.

I waited for the usual comebacks, 'I'm not fat you fucking jew!' or 'I'm not fat I'm just big boned!"But to my surprise there was no response. No nothing except that Cartman looked down at his feet, worry and fear in his eyes. There is no way I could have offended him.

"What's wrong you finally figured out how much of a slut your mom is?" (Kenny- It's so true) I added to keep up appearances.

Still no answer. Just Cartman still looking down at his feet, deep in thought.

"Kyle I think you should give it a rest, it looks like something is really bothering him" my best friend of all time, Stan said to me.

I nodded as the bus pulled up to us. "Come on we're gonna be late!" The bus driver yelled her usual line as we boarded the bus.

Nobody said a word or talked back.

'I hope he's okay' I thought as I took my seat next to Stan. 'Wait why should be worried about him? It's probably just some stupid Cartman problem.'

"I'm sure he's fine." Stan tried to reassure me. Stan seems to always know how I feel weather I like it or not. That's what best friends are for I guess.

"I know I'm not worried" It was the opposite of what my eyes were saying.

We pulled up to the elementary school and aboarded the bus, the bus driver mumbling something.

And that's where it all began.

(Me: sound familiar?) (Kenny- nope) (Me: your not helping the cause)

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"Cartman!" Mrs. Garrison yelled. She was transferred to 5th grade this year. Joy oh joy. "Snap out of it and answer the fucking question!"

Cartman seemed to snap out of some kind of trance. "Umm...."

"Spit it out!" Mrs. Garrison hissed.

"Um, 1974?" Cartman randomly guessed something like we always did when we weren't paying attention. Usually we were right.

"No! The answer is 1975!" Mrs. Garrison corrected.

Cartman just sat quiet.

"What's with your attitude today Eric?" questioned, crossing her arms.

"I didn't say anything" Cartman mumbled, looking down at his desk.

"Speak up and let go of that attitude!"

"Shut up Mrs. Garrison, something is really bothering him!" Stan exclaimed.

"That's it! Eric, Stanley, Kyle and Kenny to principles office, NOW!" demanded.

"But me and Kenny didn't do anything!" I shouted.

"Don't talk back, office, NOW!"

That was so weak! We got up and left the room. Kenny mumbling a "fuck you" on the way out.

On the way out Kenny got an idea. "Lets just skip" he suggested. (Kenny- Cause Kenny's awesome like that)

"Good plan" I agreed. We all ran out to the back of the school. Kenny pulled out a cigarette and put it to his mouth.

"Kenny you smoke?" Stan exclaimed.

"Yep" Kenny said and blew out a cloud of smoke.

"You know how bad that is?" Stan lectured.

I took the chance to talk to Cartman as Stan lectured Kenny about smoking. I pulled him a few feet away. "What do you want?" Cartman mumbled. (Kenny- so thaaat's what they were doing. I thought they were making out or something) (Me: Wow Kenny wow.)

"I want to talk" I said, looking straight into his eyes.

"About what? There's nothing to talk about" Cartman's voice was now going a little over a mumble. He was also trying to avoid my eyes.

"You've been acting strange. You haven't gotten in any fights today and you seem really sad or worried or something."

"Why do you care?"

I softened my eyes to make them look more caring. "Because, I want to know what's up, dude."

"It's none of your business." he decided to keep his eyes on the ground, one tear falling from his eye.

"Whatever dude, but if you want to talk come over my house tonight, okay?" (Kenny- awwwww Kyle cares) (Me: I know so sweet, right?)

(Kenny- sure....it's actually a little strange) (me: -sigh-)

He nodded.

I walked back over to Stan and Kenny, who were lying against the school's brick wall, Kenny still smoking. (Kenny- cause I pwn!!)

'Why did I even bother talking to him?' I thought. I looked back over at Cartman and saw him crying. (Ken- Cartman?! Crying!?) (Me: I will kill you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) It made me want to hug him and tell him every thing is going to-

'No,no' I thought, ' that's all wrong! He's always mean to me and putting me down and making me feel like shit!'

"Kyle?" Stan asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Hm?"

"Come on! It's time for lunch!" Stan and Kenny were walking toward the back doors.

"Nah, I think I'm going to skip that to. I'm not really hungry." Actually I just wanted to sit down and think without the loudness of the cafeteria.

"At least come to the lunch room with us" he suggested.

"No thanks" I sat down and leaned against the brick wall.

"You sure?"

"Yeah"

"Ok, dude" Stan walked inside.

Kenny waved to me, then followed.

I looked over to where Cartman was before. He was no longer there. Where could he have gone?

I decided to let the thought go and closed my eyes. Soon I drifted of to the world of dream and sleep. (Kenny- you make it sound gay) (me: shut it..by the way if you interrupt anytime at all during the dream sequence... ) (kenny- you're gonna what? Kill me?) (me: ....)

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"Jew!" The voice of Eric Cartman came from behind.

I turned around "What do you want fatass?"

"You caused all of it, ape cock!" Cartman was standing behind me, looking as angry and sad as ever.

"What are you talking about?" I was very confused. What did I cause?

"You caused it fucktard!" He screamed.

"Caused what?"

"Everything!!!" Everything went red. He slapped me across the face and through me to the ground.

"C-Cartman st-stop"

"My name is not Cartman" the voice did not sound like Eric's. "Wake up!"

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I woke up to find the devil's son standing in front of me. "Oh hey Daimen."

He was holding what looked like Pip's hat.

"What are you doing? School's out"

I looked at my watch. School has been out for an hour! "I was skipping and I must have fallen asleep" I decided to change the subject. "So you're back from hell already I see."

"Yup." That's when Pip came up from behind.

"May I please have my hat back?" Pip asked Daimen. Daimen simply burned the hat to pieces.

"Well okay then" Pip sighed and walked away.

"Oh, that Stan kid was looking for you" Daimen walked away, following Pip.

'That was weird' I thought while standing up. I stretched my arms and started walking towards home.

I thought about my dream for awhile. It felt so real. It felt like I was actually hurting from the dream. Did I really feel guilty about Cartman? I mean, I couldn't have done anything to make him feel that sad, could I?

I thought about it for a second. "Nope" I concluded.

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I went right to my bedroom and layed on my bed when I got home. By then I decided that something was seriously wrong with me. Maybe I should talk to Stan about it. Then again, I don't think he would help. But, I did need to call him. He was looking for me earlier. When I picked up the phone I heard a call from outside the bedroom.

"Kyle! Your little- er, friend Cartman is here to see you!" Mom called.

"Send him up!" I yelled. A few seconds later a chubby boy with a blue and yellow hat and yellow gloves stepped in. Wow, he actually came.

"So, you here to talk?" I sat up on my bed.

Cartman just shrugged and sat next to me on my bed. I put the phone back on the receiver.

A few minutes past and I spoke up, turning to face him. "If you're not going to talk, why are you here?"

"Well I just thought..." he stopped in mid sentence and stared up at the ceiling.

"Thought what Cartman?"

"It's nothing"

"Please just talk Eric"

"...You called me Eric" he looked surprised. I didn't even do it on purpose.

"Well I have a tight to, don't I?"

"Well yeah, it's just-"

"I don't get it. Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"

A tear slipped from his eye. God, what did I do?

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Real A/N: Srry I lied. The part that I said was gonna make this chapter the best and longest so far I had to cut out because again, I was rushing the story to much. sorry! Oh yeah, stay tuned for more surpise guests!!!

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Kenny- is it over yet?

Me: yes it's over kenny

Kenny- want to do it now?

Me: I wasn't going to resort to this but.... -kills kenny-

Stan~ OH MY GOD! THEY KILLED KENNY!

Kyle: YOU BASTARDS!