My mom… What does my mom do that pisses me off so much? Stan thought as he looked around the room for clues. It wouldn't involve his father, or anything relating to the divorce, because there was nothing in the room that those reasons could work for. It had to be something small, some bad habit that frustrated him. The toilet? No, there were already saws in the toilet, that wasn't it. The bathtub? Stan thought about it and then remembered.
"Kyle! I know! I know what the clue about my mom means!"
"What is it!?" Kyle asked excitedly.
"It's something stupid but it works. After Dad left, we moved into a smaller apartment, remember? And me, Shelly and Mom all share a bathroom. Well, Mom's hair always clogs the sink, and she makes me fix the pipes all of the time," Stan went on to explain. He always hated it, having to do every chore around the house, including ones that he had nothing to do with. It wasn't his fault his mother had become so useless around the house. It was her own goddamn fault. " The bathtub is the clue! You have to reach into the bathtub and pull out the plug and drain it!".
Kyle hesitantly inched his way towards the tub, and looked in.
"That's fucking sick dude. It's disgusting. The water is green and black! I don't want to put my hand anywhere near that!" Kyle said, disgusted.
"It's either that or we chop our feet off. Your choice. Your own blood, or a little bit of moldy water."
Kyle agreed with Stan's harsh sounding, but very true, statement. He plugged his nose with one hand, and looked away, and with his other hand, he quickly stuck it in to the water, reaching for a cord, but couldn't find one. Instead, he felt the texture of hair. And lots of it.
"Fucking Jesus Christ!" Kyle yelled after pulling out a large clump of blond hair, as well as having arm covered in the black and green water-esque substance.
"Whose fucking hair is that?" Stan asked.
The two realised at once. They both looked at the dead boy in the middle of the room. Kenny. And sure enough, a tuff of his hair was missing on the top of his head. It was now being held by Kyle, covered in black gunk.
Almost immediately, Kyle threw himself over the toilet bowl, and puked.
"Jesus Christ man!" Kyle was terrified. The man had not only let Kenny waste away and die, but had also used his body for Stan and Kyle's horrible fate.
Stan sat, almost in tears at seeing his best friend in such distress. Puke on his chin, his arm covered in muk, a frightened expression plastered on his face. It was almost too much to look at.
"The water is going down," Kyle said after hearing the sound of something thick draining.
"Is there anything in there?" Stan asked after waiting for the sound to stop.
Kyle, once again having to look into the bath, noticed something. A small, silver key was taped to the bottom of the tub. It was still covered in water, but it was there, and he could reach it.
"Look!" Kyle held it up, glee on his face. He looked so accomplished at his find. Like maybe it was the key to their salvation.
Kyle quickly pushed himself back to where he had been sitting, and tried the key on the lock to his shackle, but it didn't work.
"Fuck!" Kyle yelled, as he realised that it was too good to be true. The man who had put them here had obviously been trying to trick them, he thought.
"Throw it here!" Stan said, hoping that maybe it would work on his own lock.
And sure enough, it did.
Short chapter, sorry. But for those who have seen the movie, who do you think I'm making more like Adam?