Cartman didn't know whether to laugh or shake his head.

"If you're trying to pass unnoticed, you're failing so hard."

Kyle stole his father's big sunglasses but for some reason he walked around in such a way that it was hard not to look at him and ask what was wrong with him, if he needed to go to the toilet or if there was a stone inside of his shoes.

"Shut up, I'm not trying to. I just don't want to...risk it happening again..."

"And you think sunglasses will stop laser rays?" Cartman remarked.

"Ssssh! Are you crazy?!"

"Come on, don't worry, we're already-Oh."

"What?" Kyle looked at Stan.

Stan called his friends' attention to the person who was approaching Tweek Bros.—If there was someone who ever looked suspicious, it was him.

"Clyde?"

Clyde was startled.

"Ah! It's you!"" Clyde didn't seem very relieved.

"What are you doing with a coat on? It's so hot, you're going to get sick." Stan told him.

"Uh...I just...You got that strange message, right? Did the others come already?"

"It seems so: I'm seeing Jimmy and Butters inside." Kyle looked through the window of the shop and saw his two friends conversating as they came into the employees only room.

In that case, the five young men came in.

Stan was about to close the door behind him when someone held it.

"...Hi..."

Wendy avoided looking at him, dealing with a rebellious lock of hair.

"...Good morning, boys..." she replied.

"Ah, hey, we didn't see you coming." Cartman said to her, Token and Scott, the two of them behind Wendy.

"That's...something we might want to talk about here." Token replied, exchanging an intriguing look with Scott.

"Good morning, kids." Mr. Tweak greeted them. "Let me serve this lady here first and I'll be with you."

"Good morning, Mr. Tweak. No, thanks, we didn't come here for coffee. We came to see Tweek." Token replied.

"Ah, he's in the room, right there. You're not going to stay there all the time, right? This is an establishment."

"Don't worry, Mr. Tweak, we won't bother you. We'll be leaving soon. Thank you, Mr. Tweak." Wendy said.

Mr. Tweak watched them march with a wary look. Out of all public places and houses Tweek and his friends could have met, why did they have to use that room? That was an inappropiate use. He would have to have a serious talk with his son.

Craig, Timmy, Butters, Jimmy and Tweek were already there when they came into the room. They closed the door and silence took over.

There was no formal greeting. The one who called them, Tweek, did nothing but drink a cup of coffee one right after the other. His bags under his eyes seemed more marked. Nobody knew what to say.

["Well, the electrocution left unexpected effects on us."]

It was Timmy's voice the one which broke the silence, and it was an shocking start.

"Wha-?"

"Tim-Tim?" Jimmy came closer to watch his friend. He saw perfectly that his lips were not moving.

["Yes, this is no trick. You are hearing my thoughts right now."]

"Nah. Seriously. How do you do that? You've just taken a ventriloquy course and want to mess with us." Cartman also approached but he wasn't as delicate as Jimmy, directly, touching his chest and throat, trying to catch movement.

["I would appreciate if you didn't do that."], Timmy looked at him with a slightly irritated expression, and Cartman had to admit that, if it was a trick, it was perfect.

"This is the weird thing you talked about?" Wendy asked.

"No, no, no, there's more." Tweek gulped his coffe and immediately thought of grabbing another cup. "There's so much more..."

"Show them." Craig encouraged him.

"No way..."

"Yes, please, you called us to talk about it." Token insisted.

Tweek had to give up. He was right: he had brought them there. Leaving the coffee aside, he grabbed Token's hand. How did he do that? He focused on the circumstances. He was feeling sorry about Timmy's burns; perhaps all he had to do was to wish Token's disappeared. He closed his eyes in order to make it easier. He breathed as slowly as the caffeine and the adrenaline allowed him. He had tried to show that to his fiancé, but Craig's marks didn't disappear. Focus. All he needed was to focus.

Then, it happened. Butters gasped. "Look!"

They were all looking. Token's and Tweek's hands started to glow. Token shivered, feeling as if he had immersed his hand into cold water. Everyone watched in awe.

The light vanished and Tweek took a step backwards. Token raised his hand. It was completely new, as if it had never suffered any kind of damage. It even felt really smooth.

"Whoa!" Scott smiled.

"That...was awesome, dude." Stan muttered.

"It's kind of freaky, isn't it?" Tweek scratched his arm, looking quite shy.

"Are you kidding? Thank you, man!" Token told him.

"I can remove your scars too, if you want..." Tweek offered himself to the rest of the gang.

"Later. First, does someone else want to show something?" Cartman asked, looking around him.

Scott raised a hand but immediately put it down.

"I...really don't want you to see that..." he murmured.

"What do you mean?" Clyde asked.

"He had a diabetic attack the other day at my house." Wendy explained. "The...most incredible diabetic attack I've ever seen. He started to swell up, uhm, like...muscled and such..."

"Muscled?" Kyle asked.

"What? Like the Incredible Hulk or something?" Craig asked.

"No. I mean, more or less..." Scott replied. "I didn't turn green...I think..."

"It stopped when I injected insulin on him." Token said.

"Hope you understand that I don't want to show you..." Scott said.

"Don't worry, it's o-okay." Jimmy replied.

"I...can't show you what happened to me either." Kyle spoke up. He was about to remove his sunglasses, but he didn't dare to.

"He made a fucking hole in Kenny's room with his laser eyes!" Cartman explained for him.

"Say what? Laser eyes?" Tweek asked, drawing back a little from Kyle.

"It was an accident!"

"And you desintegrated Kenny's hand. By the way, get a load of this, guys."

Kenny was distracted when Cartman came to him, he didn't have time to react. Before he could move, the fat boy hit him with a coffee mill that was on a table near him. Kenny fell to the floor with his blond hair stained with blood.

"Cartman!" Stan yelled.

"What the fuck-!?" Cartman pressed a hand against Kyle's lips.

"Look!"

Kenny was standing up with a bit of difficulty. He touched his broken skull gently with the tip of his fingers. Those who were close to him, to help him stand up, saw it: they saw how the open wound closed and the only thing left was the blood.

"It...!" Wendy's mouth remained open.

"Cunt." Kenny glared at Cartman. He was upset, but he was evidently feeling alright now.

"Oh, no, there's blood on the floor, my parents are going to see it, they-" Tweek complained.

"Don't worry about that." Craig told him. "This is getting weirder and weirder."

"And more it will get. Step aside. Look at this." Jimmy said.

How long would have taken him to run around the table? Several seconds, of course. His legs never allowed him to go too fast. But this time was different. Jimmy stretched his limbs, took deep air and ran.

Thirty five milliseconds later, he was back to where he started. The table wobbled, proving that someone had passed by it rashly. But there was no need for that: they all had seen it. It was really quick, but they all saw how Jimmy turned into a lightning.

"Jimmy!" Butters exclaimed.

"I've been training, but I've ne-never been this fa-fa-fast." Jimmy said.

["Has somebody else noted any change?"], Timmy asked.

"Yeah, everybody speak up." Jimmy nodded.

"I...haven't done anything extraordinary." Stan admitted out loud.

"Perhaps you just have to try." Scott suggested.

"How?"

"I don't know...Drink coffee, get angry, run..."

"Hm..."

"It's okay. Perhaps you don't have any powers." Kyle said.

"Perhaps not. I don't feel any different either." Craig said.

"Me neither." As he said that, Butters closed his eyes firmly and waited for a response from his body, but nothing happened, he just got red.

"Same here." Cartman said.

"Of course you're not." Wendy said to him. "You didn't get on that ride."

Cartman frowned. "True, but I've been exposed to you mutant freaks. And what can you do, heh?"

Wendy wanted to punch Cartman in the face, but he was right. It was her turn.

"Somebody hold my phone."

"Your phone?" Clyde asked.

"Yeah."

Wendy handed the device to Timmy and closed her eyes. She extended her arms in front of her so that everyone could see that she was not holding anything or using her hands.

"...What are you doing?" Craig asked.

Wendy shushed him. Instants later, all of their phones rang. Kyle grabbed his and read aloud.

"I wrote this text with my mind."

"You...got Bluetooth in your head?" Butters asked.

"I can write and read messages with my mind, it seems." Wendy explained.

"Get out of here." Cartman said.

"I can also see that you have a compromising photo of Honey Boo Boo in your Tumblr faves..." Wendy added with malice.

"Hey!"

"You have access to the cloud? Okay, that's so cool." Jimmy smiled.

"Thank you." Wendy smiled him back.

"Okay, who's left? Token?" Butters asked Token.

"Uhm, yeah, I found out I can...Well, a picture speaks a thousand words...Can you help me with it?"

"Sure, pal."

Token grabbed Butters firmly. The boy was a bit nervous, because he didn't know what to expect.

It was then when the door opened and Mrs. Tweak showed her head.

"Hello, boys."

"Uh..."

"Hi, Mrs. Tweak!" some looked more natural than the others.

"What are you doing? Do you want some coffee?" Tweek's mother asked.

"No, thanks, mom." Tweek replied maybe too fast, and evidently wishing she left.

"Well, okay. Call me if you need something, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure."

The door closed once again. Scott approached to listen.

"Okay, she's gone."

"Well, there we go." Token said.

Butters couldn't help letting out a little scream when felt a really cold sensation, followed by a strange metallic glow and, when he realized, he and Token were at the other extreme of the room. Once their partners had seen it, Token grabbed him again and the effect returned, putting them back to their original place.

"This is how Wendy, Scott and I came here." Token explained.

"Teleport..." Stan muttered.

"That's right."

"Okay, that was...kind of cool...But, please, never do that to me again..." Butters walked away from him, feeling as if there was something wrong with his body, because he couldn't walk properly, he was so startled.

"Clyde?"

Clyde avoided looking at anybody.

"You're the only one left." Kyle said.

"Did something happen to you?" Scott asked.

"Well..." he muttered.

["You can tell us."], Timmy encouraged him.

"Yeah, come on." Craig joined.

"It's okay, Clyde, we're not going to judge you." Wendy said.

Clyde drummed his fingers on the lapel of his coat. He seemed very embarrassed, and all those eyes on him didn't help.

"...But what if Tweek's mom...?"

"It's okay, don't worry about that." Token replied.

"...O-Okay. I'll show you. But she's not going to come again, right?"

"No, come on, show us." Craig insisted.

"Could you gather in circle or something?" Clyde requested.

"Please, C-Clyde, there's no one else here. Nobody will see you. I promise." Jimmy reassured him.

Clyde sighed.

Reluctantly, he removed the coat and the T-shirt under it and closed his eyes. Had he seen his friends' faces, he would have felt terrible.

No one said anything in a while. Until Cartman couldn't contain himself.

"You got bug wings?!"

"Ohhh...!" Clyde pressed his eyes even more, wishing to drop dead in that same instant.

"Well...Uh...It's not that bad, buddy!" Scott wanted to pat his back but he didn't do it in the end. He didn't want to touch those wings.

"Yeah, they're...good-looking." Stan was lying. He felt his stomach twisting upon looking at them. But he supposed that someone who loved insects would find them pretty.

"Can you fly with those?" Token got closer. He saw them retract inside Clyde's back. Perhaps he could take them in and out whenever he pleased—although he didn't seem to find all that pleasing enough to try and do something with them.

"I don't know..." Clyde replied.

"Okay, we have a winner for the freakiest mutation." Craig crossed his arms, tilting his head to watch the wings from a different angle.

That was more than Clyde could handle.

"I'M NOT A FREAK!" furious, turned around and faced Craig.

"Hey, hey, hey! Wait! Calm down, Clyde!" Wendy had to hold him before he punched Craig.

"Calm down?! Of course you're not worried! You didn't sprout bug wings! I don't know what happened but I want to end with this now, before my father, my boss, somebody knows about this!" Clyde let go of her brusquely and rushed to put his shirt and coat back on.

"Y-Yeah, I'd rather go back to my old self too...I don't know if I will be able to handle this without losing my mind..." Tweek nodded while grabbing another cup of coffee. He needed it. God, did he need it.

"You guys have pretty cool stuff, but I almost killed Kenny." Kyle joined them.

"Me too! This is dangerous!" Scott said.

"What? You get real superpowers and you want to give them up? Are you out of your minds?" Cartman was astonished.

"Okay, okay, boys, stop. Listen." Wendy waved her arms to get their attention. "This is so weird, we are all scared, alright. But we don't know if we can do something about it. Maybe...maybe it's just a matter of time we can control this."

["Wendy's right. We can't even be sure that the electrocution caused this."], Timmy intervened, ["A few of our friends here have not developed any powers...And we don't know if there is someone out there who has."]

"Right." Token nodded.

"So?" Butters asked.

["I say you, Craig and Stan, perhaps Eric too, pay attention to your everyday. Perhaps your abilities are subtle or show under special circumstances. As for the rest of us, the only thing we can do is watch or changes and try not to attract anybody's attention until we are sure of the source or we find someone who can help us."]

"...Well, alright..." Clyde looked away.

"I guess that's the only t-thing we can do, right?" Jimmy looked at his partners.

"Yeah...I guess so..." Kyle muttered.

"We'll keep in touch, then. Perhaps we can help each other with this." Wendy looked at Clyde while saying that, and he regretted having shouted at her.

"I should have never gone to that fair..." Tweek murmured while sipping his coffee.