"I came to warn you," Mysterion said.

I backed up against the window as he hovered closer to me.

"Who the hell are you?"

"That doesn't matter. What does is that you need to stop getting involved," He growled.

"You're the one involving me!?" I whisper shouted in confusion. "It doesn't matter anyways because you won't be able to catch me anymore soon."

"Why is that?" He seemed confused, backing up.

"I'm moving," I smiled. "And you can't follow me and harass me anymore."

"What the fuck," He said, his voice cracking into a childlike hum – it sounded like Stan's voice.

"Stan?" I asked, bewildered.

I walked up to him. I guess it would make sense if it was Stan, I mean Wendy did seem annoyed with him after she found out that Mysterion was harassing me. My hand moved to pull down his hood, but before I could, he grabbed my hand and gently shoved me back. Within the next few seconds, he was gone out the window again. I watched him disappear into the dimly lit night.

"I'm never going to understand anything in this town if everyone keeps running from me!" I huffed, kicking my bed frame. "Dammit!" I grabbed my foot, falling on my ass in pain.

Tears falling from my eyes, I looked to my clock to see that it was four in the morning. I hoped I didn't wake anyone up. Of course, being wrong, I heard a small knock on my door. Assuming it was my dad, I told him he could come in and wiped my eyes.

"Hey, kiddo, what's up?" He asked, placing himself on the bed as I sat on the floor.

"I'm just stressed out." This random kid keeps harassing me in the night and I don't know who he is or what he wants.

"Want to talk about it?"

I sighed, "Not really."

He motioned for me to sit on the bed with him, so I did. By that time my foot ache ceased.

"Distressed about leaving Colorado?" He inquired.

I shrugged, "A little bit. I mean, I have friends here – kind of."

"Kind of?" He pressed.

"Yeah, well, sometimes, I feel like they all hate me," I admitted. "The girls are all weird, even Wendy sometimes. And my only friends are kind of lame in comparison to the others."

"Well, they can't be that lame if they're hanging out with you," He insisted, patting my head. "And, anyways, that Jimmy friend of yours seems like a pretty cool kid. Sure, he has a stutter and walks with crutches, but one day, he's going to do some pretty cool things."

"You think?" I asked.

"Of course. Kids like that flourish on other things to get attention. He keeps up with the others with his comedy – I mean, I've seen it. And you want to know why?"

"Why?"

He smiled, "Because his parents support him even with his handicap. They know he's destined to do great things. Same with your friend Tweek – yeah, he's kind of a spaz, but all that energy will one day turn into a creative drive. I wouldn't be surprised if he became an athlete or a musician."

"I mean, I guess – he is pretty good at piano," I sighed. Another bout of tears came out of my eyes as I buried my head into my knees, clutching them tightly to myself.

"It'll be okay," He assured me. "I can't make any promises, but I might have found my key to staying in South Park after all."

"Really?" I said, looking up.

"Yeah," He yawned. "Anyways, I'm driving you and Van to school today – we can pick up one of your friends if you'd like. I'll be getting a little extra snooze, but feel free to go make coffee and watch cartoons if you can't sleep."

I nodded. He left, closing the door behind him. I wanted to know what he meant by that and why he was driving us to school, but I knew that asking him would probably not get me anywhere considering that he was exhausted looking, so I chose to grab a book from under my bed and read for an hour. I'd find out soon enough, anyways, and that's all that mattered. I just really wanted to stay.

HEY SORRY ITS SO SHORT I figured y'all would prefer something over waiting another two days for me to come up with what to write next. Thank you guys. Have a rad weekend !