A/N: A big congratulations to both ILoveStyle and xStylennybuttmanx for figuring out the person!

It was too obvious XD! Anyway, if you notice that my summary ends in "he'll," there is supposed to be a "live" after it, but Fanfiction is not functioning properly I guess.

...Trent." Butters finished. I instantly whipped my head to the side to look at Stan's face. He was staring blankly at a bench, which...which Trent was occupying. He hadn't noticed us yet, thank God.

"Fucking. Run." Stan whispered and we all ran screaming out of the park, and I'm pretty sure we looked like a bunch of idiots. Butters kept falling on Kenny and Stan's glove flew into my mouth halfway through the park. I literally almost lost my hat running.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!" Stan yelled. We finally neared the exit, and we collapsed on the ground.

"D-do you guys think Trent forgot?" Butters asked naively.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK?!" I screamed at him, causing him to flinch.

"Where's the fat one?" came an all too familiar voice from behind us. I winced while I turned my head.

"S-sick." I said in a barely audible whisper.

CARTMAN'S HOUSE

"MAAAAAAM! I want more Cheesy Poofs!" Cartman yelled from the couch.

"Coming honey!" His mom replied from the kitchen.

"I WANT CHEESY POOFS NOW MAAA-" Cartman was interrupted by his mother shoving a poof in his mouth.

"Enjoy."

"So I'll just have to beat the shit out of him when he's with you guys next time?" Trent asked.

"Uh...y-y-yeah, I guess so." I said. Trent took out a gun, and I cowered. The guys were on the ground, paralyzed with fear.

"So, who's going to be the lucky person?" Trent said, loading the gun. My eyes widened.

"You're going to fucking shoot us?" I asked. He glared at me.

"I just want to kill one of you, because then, the others would pay by being depressed for their whole life." Trent stated. I sighed in defeat.

"Make it quick." I said, holding my hands up. Trent was about to pull the trigger until Stan apparently decided to get up and tackle Trent.

"YOU CAN'T KILL MY BEST FRIEND!" He screamed loudly as he began to wildly punch Trent. All the flailing made Trent accidentally pull the trigger, which went right through Stan's stomach.

And now it was my turn freak out. "OH MY GOD!" I pulled off one of my mittens and put it on Stan's stomach. The red started to bleed through his brown jacket. "Goddamnit help me!" I screamed at Butters and Kenny. I looked up to see if Trent was still here, but he was gone. I started to cry and pulled off the other mitten and put it on his stomach. I don't even know what I was thinking at the time.

Butters and Kenny picked Stan up off the ground and we hauled him down to the hospital, where I had to call his parents. I wasn't quite sure how they could even hear me through all the sobbing I was trying to hold in. Every sentence was basically "S-Stan...he*sniffle* in-in *a random choking sound* the *another random choking sound* hospital!"

Within minutes, his parents came bursting through the door. "WHERE THE-" His dad was raging.

"Sir, try to keep it down. Are you Stan's parents?" The hospital lady asked.

"Yes." Stan's mom said.

"He's in room 12." I followed his parents down the hallway; Butters and Kenny had gone home.

"Stan?" I ran to his side. He managed to look weakly at me.

"Yeah?"

"I wanted to say thanks..."

"Best...friends...dude." I think Stan was starting to lose consiousness.

"Wait! I need you to promise me one thing!" I grabbed his hand. He looked at me again. "Stay."