Chapter 2: Shadow People

Afternoon...

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday! With late Saturday hitting the way, our little boy Kyle Broflovski prepares himself to spend a "terrific" night at Cartman's house. Oh man, what a display.

"I still can't believe I'm going to that stupid slumber party at Cartman's house. Next time I should beat him up, that would teach him not to count on me for things like these!" Kyle exclaimed irritated

"Kyle?"

A little Canadian voice appeared on screen. It's Ike who entered Kyle's room while holding a Foofa plush.

"Oh, hey Ike..."

"What you do?"

"Just packing my things up. I'm going to a slumber party at Cartman's house. Tonight..."

"...Dabadaba?"

"Yes. I still can't believe it, but yes, I'm sleeping at his house tonight…"

"Can I come?"

"Sorry Ike, it's a party of 4 only. Besides, the fatass would never approve your presence…"

"Oh, babababa…"

"Nah, don't worry Ike. I promise that when all this stupid thing is over we'll watch that new episode of "Yo Gabba Gabba!" next week. What about that Ike?" Kyle suggested him

"Yay!" Ike responded happily

"KYYLE! Come down here young man!"

A loud voice from the living room called his name at full power. It was his mother, who was calling him to come at her.

"Oh oh…" Ike said

"Mum? Oh man, what would she probably want?"

Kyle went down the stairs to see what his mother would want from him. He found her in the living room, grabbing his Terrance Phillip pajamas freshly ironed and cleaned by her.

"Here… I have cleaned your PJs. Your new ones were really dirty, so you can wear your old ones back, at least for this time around…"

"Oh cool! My Terrance Phillip PJs! Thanks mum!"

"Don't thank me sweetie. A mother always knows what's good for her children. Do you want me to take you there by car?"

"No mum, it's okay. I already know where Cartman lives. Besides, I don't want them to call me a cuddly bear just because I went with you…"

"What what what? Kyle, that's ridiculous! No one calls that to anyone nowadays…"

"I sometimes do…" Gerald said off-screen while Ike rolled his eyes.

"Gerald!" Sheila shouted to his husband.

"What? It 's true! C'mon honey, The kid needs to learn how to do things on his own too!"

"I don't care Gerald! He's still my little baby, even if he was a grown man with a beard and white hair, he still will be mine!"

"But mum! I'm not even... (*Sigh)" Kyle said embarrassed, especially with the things his mother was saying.

"Sheila, please, take a closer look at him! He has his head and body right in his place. He's basically ready for life! C'mon now! Go give him a chance!"

"A chance like you gave him 5 years ago? No! Absolutely not!"

Kyle was tired of watching his parents argue again about pettiest things. He just wanted to go to Cartman's.

"Well guys, uh... It's starting to be pretty late for me, I think I will just go now before it starts to darken outside…"

"And you're gonna leave without your sleeping bag mister?" Sheila asked rhetorically

"What slee-... Oh sh*t!"

"Kyle!"

"No no no no no no! I'm sorry mum, please. It just escaped from my mouth. I will go upstairs to take it and I will be ready to leave…"

Kyle went upstairs.

"Bye mum! Bye dad!"

"Bye Kyle! Have fun with those pirates!"

"You better take it right before they start to take it away from your hands!"

"I know mum…"

"And don't forget to treat Ms. Cartman well. You're going to her house as a guest, not your house…"

"Yes mum…"

Kyle grabbed the sleeping bag while his mum still spoke with him downstairs."

"And since you're upstairs make sure to close the window of your bedroom, you left it open last night…"

"Yea-... Wait what?"

"Yes Kyle. You think I didn't notice? This morning when you were still sleeping I noticed that it was pretty cold in the corridor, so when I entered your bedroom, what do you think I found? Your window opened!"

"Kyle looked to the window of his bedroom, it's now closed."

"But it's closed mum…"

"Yeah Kyle! Because I closed it before! But this morning I found it opened so I have to personally come and close it for you. What were you thinking? Any robber could have easily entered the house from there, or a zombie homeless, or even ManBearPig!"

"Mum! I closed the window the night before, I swear! I did it..." Kyle reassured her, but his mother insisted.

"Kyle, don't lie to me! I know what I saw, and your window was opened. Next time think twice before you go to sleep!"

Kyle was really confused about what his mother was throwing him at his face, but he didn't want to have another argument at home, so he just let it go and gave her the reason.

"Alright mum, alright. I'm sorry ok? I will never do it again. I promise…"

"Well, I hope you don't… One last thing, don't forget to say goodnight to your brother. He's going to miss you…"

"But mom! I already did it! And besides, it's j-..."

Sheila frowned at him.

"(*Sigh), I will do it again…"

"That's more like it…"

And with that Sheila ended the conversation. Kyle sighed as his brother Ike approached him, really confused by the window dilemma.

"Kyle?" Ike called his name

"Ike! You know more than anyone that this window was closed last night, right?"

Ike stared at him with his neutral face of concern, not knowing what to tell him or even said.

"(*Sigh), Yeah. I thought so…" Kyle finally said

He finished packing his things up and opened the door entrance, ready to leave his house for a night with own nemesis.

"Goodnight everyone!" He said to his family

"Goodnight! (babababa)" They said back

And with that, Kyle left the house, not sure if he will need to return back that day.

"Oh dear, Kyle is being a potty mouth again. Where did he get it though?" Sheila asked to herself

Gerald, who was still working on his computer, had his internet connection lost while writing a really important essay (or a mean tweet for the government).

"Oh! F*ck dammit! Not again!"

"Wha-... GERALD!" Sheila shouted angrily

"Oh!"

Gerald lowered his laptop screen, trying to turn off what he was trying to send.

"Uuh… What honey?" Asked the dumb troll.


Outside…

Kyle was seen walking down the street with all the calm of the world with him, since he was preparing himself the best he could to start to bear all the stupid things that Cartman a.k.a The Big Fat Mole was going to try indulging him all night. However, something still bothered him between all his various thoughts, and no, it's wasn't anything related to the slumber party or his nightmares.

"But I closed it, I know I closed it..." He was still thinking about the windows dilemma, not really sure if it was actually a slip from his part or another or his head was just playing dumb with him.

While tampering with all those thoughts he came across that feeling of complete loneliness when he found himself drifting in that grimmed out of nowhere stupid plane from where hell could actually be made up. Luckily for him, he dreamt well the previous night, so maybe his head was really being a dirty prick on him and he was playing too many mind games.

Really, too many...

"Hm... Stupid nightmares..." He said to himself

He started to get really annoyed, especially by the nightmares he experienced during that unfortunate month of March. He was pissed, really annoyed, and the last thing he wanted was another bad feeling to tamper his effort to be in peace. Kyle needed all the calm in the world if he wanted to spend a night at Cartman's.

"(*On his head), Ugh… Kyle! Keep yourself together! Stop acting like that day you became demented because of a Christmas Poopy. The last thing you want is to have Cartman qualifying you as the new Sixth Sense kid... (*Sigh), Well let's forget about the window, let's just forget about everything. Just go there and enjoy another good night with just me, Stan and Kenny. Try to pretend that Cartman's not there, although it's going to be impossible since I'm halfway-..."

Kyle thought to himself, although he had to stop middle sentence after he witnessed something coming from afar.

He wanted to be at peace, but his thoughts tricked him again, as someone sitting from afar was coldly waiting for him.

There, in the front of the sidewalk, a big fat shadow figure was blocking the reflection of the sunset.

Well… Guy or gal? He didn't know it since the dark figure was wearing a complete black cape, with a hood covering any possible facial feature.

"...there..." He finished his phrase

"What the heck?"

He didn't know how to react at that moment. He didn't know what to think or do in those unknown times.

That shadow. The almost same shadow guy who tampered with him inside his dreams was now on the same sidewalk as him. He had to rub his eyes just to make sure if whatever he was now watching was just another one of his hallucinations or a crude reality, made of uncertainty.

I'm sorry Kyle, but you'll have to follow up the second route. That wasn't a hallucination at all.

"Oh great, now you're real…" Kyle said while staring at him

"This can't be happening..."

Kyle was tired of this. For the first looks the figure was more fat, despite the same looks he wasn't like the one he saw in his dreams.

As he approached more closer to the strange guy, some details began to resurface from him:

- Firsts, he was more bigger than the one he saw in his dreams, more fat and robust, being capable of almost block a part of the sidewalk;

- Then it came his eyesight, or whatever he was looking at. It was facing directly to the ground, while sitting lonely on the sidewalk, with his hands resting on his legs, being in a neutral position, like a buddha of some sort;

- Last but not least, he wasn't moving at all, like a rock. He was motionless like a big gas station. Maybe the dark fella was waiting for someone. For Kyle maybe? Only he knew

"He's big… and fat… Cartman?" It was the more obvious answer for the moment.

The more obvious for him.

"Motherf*cker, so it's gonna be this way. Well not anymore! Jackass..." Kyle said as he closely approached to the big shadowy figure.

"I knew it, I knew he was going to pull out one of these. Ugh, it's not enough for him to rip all the time, now he's trying to scare me. Well bad news for you Cartman, that costume is too tight for you..." He still persisted with the rambling

"I swear it, I'm gonna punch you in the face. I'm going to punch you RIGHT in the face. If it helps, maybe you'll think twice before going around tampering with someone's garbage. I swear it, I'm going to BEAT THE SH*T OUT OF YOU!" Kyle said it internally, but when he was about to blaspheme even more his steps finally stopped since he reached a close point between the figure and himself.

The supposed fatass didn't even say anything, nor even flinched or moved. He just stood there in his position, with no guarantees to get himself up from the sidewalk.

"Eeh… Dude..." Kyle tried to tell him something, but he still remained in silence, so he tried to wake him up or something.

"Can you like, you know... get out from the sidewalk? I can't pass with you blocking it..." Kyle tried again, but no response for the figure.

"C'mon dude, don't make me do this. I don't want to step on that guy's loan and I'm definitely not gonna cross the road..." He tried again.

Same result, no response. Kyle was starting to get angry, so he sighed and threw his monologue away.

"Listen Cartman, this isn't funny ok? If you really believe that this is just a super mega cool prank well it's not working. I've already had a really stressful month of exams, mockeries and insults coming from you, so you better move your ass out of the sidewalk if you don't want to GET A P-...!"

It was between a moment of rage and confusion when Kyle, before he could keep on with his promise, took a step away when the grand hooded calmly got up from the sidewalk, with a little bit of serenity, as he turned himself to face him without tricks.

Kyle felt a mix of intrigue and surprise when he quickly stared at him since he could notice the pair of curious eyes which came directly from the face of the shadow guy, barely visibles but noticeable even with the shadow reflection created by the hood of his dark coat.

They resembled too much of Cartman's, you could have say it was his, however Kyle wasn't sure he was since he wasn't just going to take the hood off a stranger just like that, specially coming from someone who liked to sit in random places, so he tried to pass by.

"Oh… ok? Emm... You're really big, dude..." Kyle tried to change the topic of the conversation, hoping he hadn't made him mad. The dead silence of the made him believe otherwise.

"Ok! Uuh... Listen dude! I'm... I'm sorry for telling you all those things! I thought you were someone else. My bad! Hehe! Eemm... Please? Could you lead the way?" Kyle cringed at his response, scared he had just triggered something worse coming after him.

However, he didn't receive any response nor even a punch from the guy as he was predicting, the only thing he got was just a heavy slow breath and a sign of easy comprehension, as the big round just walked pass by his side and went right up the road, turning his back on Kyle while taking some slow footsteps.

Kyle stood there for exactly 15 seconds. He was shocked, not because of the weird hooded but more because of the lack of words they exchanged. The only think he could express by now would be something like...

"Dude..."

And after a few seconds...

"What the hell... has come with that?"

Kyle was hesitant to ask him if he was ok or if he needed some kind of help, not for nothing he found him two seconds ago sitting in the middle of the sidewalk and now he was just passing by with his coat covering him completely. Should he be triggered by this? What was really all that about?

"No one goes and sits in the middle of a sidewalk like that..." He thought

"And this is supposed to be a prank?"

He still persisted with the idea of the prank but the circumstances were so weird that he was ready to turn back his feet and walk straight to the figure only with the effort to unmask him, or at least make sure that he was Cartman or not.

However, he stopped right there with his thoughts. The slumber party was his priority at the moment, not some silly run-in with an unknown hooded guy.

What relationship has a hooded man with a dumb slumber party?

No one. At least not for Kyle.

So without any more excuses from his part, he continued walking straight forward at Cartman's, slowly but surely, where his friends were waiting for him and no living shadows were on his way.

And he walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and w- HOLY MOLLY IS THAT MISTER HANKEY!?

Oh wait, it's just a regular dog poop. Yuck, who goes around with his dog and doesn't pick the turds he made along the way?

Whatever, a really disgusted Kyle decided to dodge it and continued with the walk. And he walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked,... and walked,... and walked,... and walked,... and walked,... and walked,... and...

...walked?

He continued with his walk. He wanted to continue. But something wasn't right in there. Something wasn't clear for him as he suddenly felt the urge to stop his tracks in the middle of the street. Something didn't feel right. Everything felt too quiet, even for the atmosphere of the moment.

No birds were singing in the beautiful sky;

No vehicles crossed the long road at full speed;

And the neighbors seemed to have just vanished from their homes.

Hell, there wasn't even a cat resting on the fresh grass nor a friendly silly towel smoking another pack of cigarettes.

No, the only ones traveling in that usual road were just Kyle, the bright sun and the various sounds of his footsteps, mixing with the fresh air and the silence itself.

It was only that. Just pure boring silence.

Soon enough for Kyle, he began to feel nervous. He was all alone in that neighborhood with his head and his backpack carrying his melancholy.

There was no one he could talk to, nor even a fly to feel distracted.

He was just there, alone, in direction to his friend's house in an unknown ball of uncertainty being in the way. Like a growing owl, like salt.

Just like that time he ventured in that mir-...

"DAMMIT!"

He shouted to himself with a high raspy voice, leaving a lower echo throughout his surroundings.

By the time he noticed what he just said at full lung he already had his hand covering his mouth. Few seconds passed until Kyle snapped back to reality.

He was tired of this, he was getting irritated. The nightmare dilemma, the vicious pranks of Cartman and what had just happened two moments ago. Kyle needed to switch his own thoughts if he wanted to keep himself together from falling.

"Kyle, stop thinking. Keep yourself intact. This hasn't been a premeditated act. It's just a mere coincidence, that's all. I'm sure your friends would not think you're just a delusional by telling them (well, except for fatass). Heck, they will probably be more concerned about why I'm being too late to the party. Speaking of which..."

He took the phone out of his pocket.

"I'm going to check the messages. Let's see how they're holding up..."

Kyle opened the app and inspected his messages. For instance Stan didn't send him anything and Kenny was too poor to even afford a functional mobile phone, however, a notification was still popping up, and it came from someone too impatient to even have a functional network.

"Kail, dumbass.

You're late, too late.

I'm not gonna give you any of my cheesy poofs if you show up late.

Be fast.

Fatass.

Hehe, that rhymes" Cartman.

"That dumbass..." Kyle whispered

"So this is how it goes, he wants me to be quick but then he goes and sends me one of his jokes. Hm, he's gonna get it..."

He said as he typed another row of messages for the angry fat racoon

"Hey Fatass.

Really funny the joke from before.

You can keep them, I don't care.

I don't want to eat garbage from a bad pranker like you.

Dumbass. " Kyle.

Kyle felt satisfied by this, but the next message didn't take long to arrive.

"The f*ck?

What are you talking about?

Stop being a dumb pussy and come already!

Stupid." Cartman.

Kyle was just starting to get him on his nerves. Was he playing dumb with him? He saw him turning his back on him just five minutes ago for God's sake!

As the redhead was starting to fume out of his head he took a deep breath before he could get another migrain. Maybe it was better for him to start picking up speed rather than refocusing on something unfixable again.

Kyle, now more tired, checked the time on his phone, just to see if he was really being late to the meeting.

He turned it on.

18:30 pm

That's what it marked.

"That stupid dumbass, it's not even that late!" He sighed while turning off his cell phone. He took a closer look at the reflection of the screen to see himself more closely as he noticed the small sleeping bags he was starting to develop.

"Oh my God dude, stop it. Stop being an uncontrollable freak. This whole nightmare thing is getting out of hand and you need to stop thinking about it. Just STOP! God, look at you..." He said to himself as he maintained eye contact with his own reflection.

"You're having eye bags. Cartman is gonna call you "the sleeping pussy" again! Ugh... Just try to concentrate on yourself. All this frights should be reserved for the movie night, not for a calm walk in the neighborhood. Besides, fatass would try to record us being scared so he then can show it up to the rest of the class. Well bad news for you fatty, I'm not that easy to be scared of. You're going to need something better if you wanna trigger the-..."

As Kyle was still watching closely his own reflection on the phone screen he noticed something from afar, standing still behind his backs.

It wasn't something he hadn't seen before nor something that should be qualified as it.

No.

It was the Big Fat Shadow Figure, now staying still up the street, staring right directly at him.

"Spectators..." Kyle finished the phrase.

He was now disconcerted by this, as his eyes didn't get out from the reflection of the phone screen, especially from the figure, who remained still at all moments.

Paralyzed from its appearance, he fearfully wanted to turn around, just to make sure if the thing that he was looking at on the screen wasn't what he was thinking right now.

Poor Kyle, he was so wrong. He almost fainted after turned himself around and saw the shadow figure effectively standing right behind him from really far away, staring at him with the hood still on.

He saw him leaving and now he stayed firmly still at him? He wondered about any possible resolutions until his fear became a nuisance.

"What the hell is his problem?" He wondered.

"Dude! Do you have any problem or what? I'm sorry again for my mix up..."

No response from the shadow guy.

"Seriously dude! I don't want any problems, if you want you can still sit on the sidewalk again..."

No response from the shadow guy. He was starting to get annoyed by this.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying or not? Whatever the fatass has put you up, I don't wanna fight with you!"

No response came from the figure, much to Kyle's own demise, as he was expecting to be assaulted or jumpscared from his back, but no, he wasn't. The figure just responded with more silence.

At this point, Kyle was just starting to get annoyed by this. He didn't know if the guy who was watching from afar was really Cartman or another homeless dude just begging for money, and he was about to continue with his route while ignoring the hooded figure at all costs.

However, he never expected that a response was being prepared for him. Not a good one exactly.

There, on the other side of the street, another dark figure suddenly appeared from behind one of the neighbors' houses.

Unlike the fatty one it was more thin, more agile, with the same stature and same composition as he and his friends. Slowly and steady, it approached right to the fat one, standing barely on his side. Its face was also covered by a hood, however that didn't stop him from participating in the staring contest.

Alright, now Kyle was starting to get really scared by this. Two shadow people staring at him from afar? Kyle wanted to run, but his own fear paralyzed his legs.

"No…" He murmured incredulously as he in vain tried to take two steps back from them.

But that wasn't everything.

The thin one turned his face, now looking directly at the fat one.

The fat one looked at him back and nodded him in response.

The thin one nodded him back again and stared back at Kyle again.

Kyle didn't know what the other two said to themselves but he was sure that the nodding part was something he needed to be especially careful.

They still stared at him, coldly, but Kyle decided to take a few steps just to leave those two as quickly as possible.

Kyle retook his walk, nervously speeding up a bit. He didn't want to look back at them.

He walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and walked but…

Nothing happened…

A confused Kyle who wasn't sure about his safety believed for a moment that they would let him go in peace. Of course, he made himself believe that just to feel a little bit safe, but of course, all that security went down right to the bottom of the toilet when he made the final decision to look behind him one last time.

3 seconds.

It only took 3 seconds.

3 seconds to notice that the thin one was starting to run frantically towards him, with strong and great rapid steps.

In just a mere amount of seconds Kyle's adrenaline rosed abruptly and began to run as fast as he could, trying to run away from the shadow people.

"WHAT THE F*CK! WHAT THE F*CK! WHAT THE F*CK! WHAT THE F*CK! WHAT THE F*CK! WHAT THE F*CK! WHAT THE F*CK! WHAT THE F*CK!…"

Kyle repeated those words for the rest of the escapade. He ran so fast that his feet were not even touching the ground. Inhaling, exhaling, his breath got out of control while he held his hands tightly just to gain more balance.

He didn't want to look back. He wasn't going to look back anymore. He didn't have to look back to know that the freaking shadow guy was dangerously approaching him from the back.

Kyle closed his eyes heavily as some tiny tears started to run through his cheeks. He was starting to get a panic attack while being impressed that no one was there to help him out, not even a neighbor or a cop. But still, he knew that the only safe place to escape from this situation was ironically in Cartman's house.

He definitely needed to be there so his friend could save him from them.

While thinking about it he managed to bypass his stalker as he used a great shortcut that could pass them by. Then with a quick sprint, worthy of the best athletes, he managed to finally get to his friend's house in time.

He wasn't going to risk any single moment escaping from the hooded one, so he frantically knocked at the door a lot of times. He knocked so many times that he could have easily knocked the door down.

"LET ME IN! LET ME IN GUYS! F*CK! CARTMAN LET ME IN!"

Every second he was still outside was another stressful event, and the fact that those shadow figures were snapping at his heels didn't help him enough to calm him down.

He knocked and knocked, even if that meant destroying his own hands he was still going to knock that door out. No matter how many pranks would Cartman throw directly at him or any stupid riot that could have emerged at that moment, when everyone feels like something wants to reach you from behind, there's nothing you can do about it unless you're with someone else's company…


At Cartman's house...

Stan, Kenny and Cartman were seen sitting on the couch, watching regular shows on TV. Cartman was eating some Cheesy Poofs, while Stan had a worried expression coming from his face.

"Uhh… Guys?"

"(*Crunch, *crunch), What?" Asked Cartman to a concerned Stan

"Do you have any idea why Kyle is taking so long to come?"

"Why do you ask dude?" Asked Kenny

"Well, he usually arrives first on these kinds of things..."

"(*Crunch), So?"

"So? Is not normal that he's coming this late, to be honest..."

"(*Crunch), Dude, I already texted him before. He told me he had like sand on his vag or something..." Said an uninterested Cartman.

"Dude, I'm sure he didn't tell you that..."

"He did, he didn't, who cares? Why are you worrying so much anyways?"

"Well… You saw him yesterday, right Kenny? He was all this frustrated with those stupid terrible nightmares he has been having all the past week…"

"Yeah, like if no one has noticed it already…" Kenny assured him.

"(*Crunch), Notice what?"

Stan became a little annoyed by Cartman's laziness so he quickly changed the subject of the conversation.

"Eeh… Notice that… That you have the mouth covered with Cheesy Poofs…"

"(*Crunch), Oh really?" He said as he rubbed his mouth with the sleeve of his coat, staining it without caring too much.

"Yuck…" Expressed a disgusted Stan

"What?"

"Dude, that's gross…"

"Wow Stan, have you become as girly as my mum or what? My sh*t can take all the hits that he want, especially when Kyle isn't around."

"Hey! Now that I'm noticing, you're not giving us any Cheesy Poofs! I want some Cheesy Poofs too Cartman…" Begged a hungry Kenny, but Cartman wasn't having it.

"When everyone, and I mean the 4 of us are here! If Kyle doesn't show up then all the Poofs are mine…

"Dude, that's really unfair! We don't know when Kyle is going to come…"

"Well, sorry for your loss Kenny. If you weren't that poor you could have brought your own Cheesy Poofs. Besides, don't get your hopes up, Kyle maybe got infected by a mix between AIDS and ebola and maybe he will never appear here. Hehe..."

"Dude, that isn't funny. Don't joke with things like that." Stan said reasonably

"And do you think I was joking? It's called black humor Stan, look for it."

Stan frowned at Cartman, meanwhile Kenny was still hungry.

"(*His stomach growls), Ooh…"

"Haha! What a moron. You're gonna need a dumb miracle if you want your guts to stop playing ar-..."

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Suddenly, heavy knocks were heard through the door entrance.

"Dammit!" Expressed an angry Cartman

"Yahoo!" Expressed a happy Kenny

"Heh, I guess the Cheesy Poofs are now on demand!" Stan said sarcastically

"Wow, ehm... WOW! What a great coincidence! Your poverty fairy has called Kyle so you could stop b*tiching around! You know what Kenny? You should spend more time starving like a zebra. Maybe by doing it we could get the new PS5! Hehehe… A poor person's luck…" Cartman said as he got up from the brown sofa.

"Tshh... Don't listen to him Kenny. He's just trying to make you pissed…" Stan advice him

"Pfff, no I won't. And you know how? I'm gonna ruin his luck…"

"How?" He asked curiously.

"Isn't it obvious?" Kenny said as he grabbed Cartman's Cheesy Poofs bag.

"By not being hungry at all..." He said while winking at Stan.

"Pfff Ha! You're a savage Kenny... C'mon! Give me some!"

While Stan and Kenny were eating the Cheesy Poofs Cartman was reaching the door entrance, getting slightly annoyed by the heavy knocks that followed it.

"Oh my God, KYLE! STOP F*CKING AROUND! I'M COMING! Jeez..."

He finally opened it.

"Kail! What th-...?"

"CLOSE THE DOOR NOW!" Said a stressed Kyle while rushing inside.

He quickly entered and shut down the door alongside him, resting his back and hands on it. He breathed heavily because of the fatigue while everybody stared at him confused.

"Dude… What the f*ck?"

"Safe... Finally…"

"Safe of what? Of your AIDS? Ha!"

"Dude... What was the rush?" Asked a worried Stan.

"Hey! Stop eating my Cheesy Poofs Kenny!" Said Cartman to Kenny angrily

"I've been stalked!" Exclaimed a scared Kyle

"Stalked? By whom?"

"By two strangers! Two hooded strangers! They've been following me during my walk!"

"Great, don't start freaking everyone else around here Kyle! You haven't even seen the movie yet…" Said Cartman incredulously.

"Cartman! I'm being dead serious! I have been followed by two f*cking strangers!"

"Hold on, in this neighborhood? That's weird…" Kenny expressed surprised

"Do you think they were robbers?"

"I don't know… I think they looked from our age… One was kinda bigger than me and the other was normal just like you…"

"Hahahaha! Are you now scared of little toddlers now? I didn't expect that from you Kyle, tell me, I'm now scaring you? Hahahaha!" Said Cartman mockingly.

"Stop it Cartman! And do you know them or did you identify their faces at least?" Asked Stan

"I couldn't. They were covered by hoods. Oh yeah, and the two of them used the same type of clothing, a black coat with everything else on black!"

"Oh… I see…" Said Stan

"Yeah, for f*cking real, right Marshal?" Cartman said, mocking him now.

"Wait what?"

"Ugh… STOP IT KINNY! GIVE ME THE BAG OF CHEESY POOFS!"

"Nuh huh!" Denied Kenny

"Alright then, as you wish!"

Kenny and Cartman started fighting for the Cheesy Poofs bag, meanwhile Stan was set to deal with Kyle's story.

"Guys! C'mon! It's just a stupid bag of Cheesy Poofs..."

"Dude!" Exclaimed a concerned Kyle

"Oh yeah! So… What's the hold up?"

"The hold up? Dude! These people have been f*cking chasing me!"

"Well, I can't tell you nothing if they were just dumb idiots, I'm sure they were just 6th graders trying to get you scared…"

"But Stan! One of them began chasing me without any f*cking reason! Well, okay, I actually insult one of them believing he was Cartman but I can't tell if that actually triggered them or they were just waiting for me to arrive..." Kyle tried to explain, but Stan remained doubtful.

"So... Two dark people began chasing you..."

"Yeah!"

"...After you had like... insulted... one of them?"

"...Alright, you say it in that way and it looks like I was actually asking for it, but seriously! I'm being real Stan! C'mon, don't you believe me?"

"Eeh…" Said and incredulous Stan

"Grr... LET IT GO KENNY! You're staining them with your poor hands!" Cartman shouted to his friend

"Nu-huh…"

"Yeah-huh…"

"Nu-huh…"

"Yeah-huh!…"

"Nu-huh!"

"YEAH-HUH!…"

"Oh for the Lord of-... CAN YOU TWO JUST KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY? I have almost been assaulted and the first thing you guys do is fight for F*CKING TRASH FOOD!" Said an irritated Kyle.

"Well I could be listening to your sh*ts if Kenny wasn't a dirty prick!"

"But dude! I really want those Cheesy Poofs!" Kenny begged one more time.

"Over my dead body!"

"(*Sigh), Kenny, just give him what he wants…" Said Stan

"Yeah Kinny, GIVE IT TO ME..."

"Never!"

The two boys grabbed the bag of Cheesy Poofs and they pulled it so hard that the plastic bag finally broke out, throwing the rest of the Cheesy Poofs right on the carpet floor.

"Oh dammit! Way to go Kinny! Now there's no Cheesy Poofs for anyone!"

"Well I'm sorry dude, you shouldn't have pulled it hard like an animal giving birth..."

"Dude, I don't think your mother is going to like this…"

"Pfff Shut up Stan, like if I give a damn of that…"

Cartman said as he crushed one of the Cheesy Poofs balls with his feet.

"Hehe, it sounds like crushing tiny hippies…"

He continued crushing some Cheesy Poofs until Kyle finally interrupted the display.

"Guys! Could you please pay attention to my big problem?"

"(*Sigh), Alright! Jeez, what a dumbass. You know what? What if you're making this up just to scare the crap out of us huh?"

"What? Cartman! I'm being dead serious..."

"Shut up moron! You just want to scare me with your stupid lame paranoias, well forget it Kyle! You know more than anyone that I'm going to scare you first..."

"Dude, stop it. Kyle is genuelly really scared right now and the last thing he needs is another dumb argument..." Stan said trying to break the discussion between the two.

"Oh really Stan? What if it's one of his dumb nightmarish hallucinations, because you know one thing Kail? When you opened the door like a f*cking beast there was literally no one chasing you outside. No human, no shadow, nor even living crappy sh*ts..."

"Dude! You f*cking saw me on the sidewalk! And I don't need a stupid hallucination to see your crappy face!"

"The f*ck? My face is made of angel wings. And why are you insisting with me again about the following up scam? That's it, you've become a f*cking freak Kail…"

"No, I'm not a freak! And don't lie, I really saw you down there, but anyways, what the hell are you talking about? How couldn't you see anyone at your door entrance? Dude, the freaking psycho was literally 5 feet from me when I arrived here! You really must have seen it!" Kyle said irritated

"Nuhu…"

"Yeahaa!"

"Well, I gotta have to agree with Cartman this time around…" Said an honest Kenny.

"What? Are you siding with him now Kenny?"

"Well, I can't discard that Cartman can be a lazy dick most of the time and he probably pulled you a prank..."

"HEY!" Exclaimed an offended Cartman.

"...But I can confirm you that he has been here all the time, and besides yesterday you were all the time saying that some shadow dude or whatever was spying on you through the school window, and when I checked it during the Spanish exam there was not even a single dude outside, apart from Pete who was standing there smoking, so…"

"So what? Are you insinuating that I'm being paranoid too Kenny?

"Well..."

"No Kyle, I think what Kenny is insinuating is that you're either cracking with LSD or you are just messing up with us…" Cartman responded for him

"Dude, I wasn't going to say it like that..."

"Jesus Chr-... Stan! You believe me! Right dude?"

"Uuh…"

Stan remained still as he didn't know how to answer him. Yes, he could see he was scared as ever but he also couldn't tell if he was being genuine since Cartman was right with his alibi, he has been all day in his house and he didn't get out even when he arrived.

Should he believe his best friend?

"Alright, wait! Hold on a second… I have a great idea you guys!"

"Cartman, don't…"

"Since Kyle is being a stupid nutcase I'm gonna go outside and prove you there is no one following?"

"What th-? Cartman, don't!" Kyle warned him.

"Dude, I don't think t-..."

"Shut up Stan! Watch this crazy jew…"

"Grr…" Kyle angrily mumbled

Cartman went outside, opening the door in the process, while the other 3 remained inside.

"What's he doing?"

"I don't know dude…"

"WOW!" Exclaimed Cartman

"Wha-... Oh no!" Expressed Kyle as he went straight to hide behind Stan.

"They're attacking me Kyle! Take a look! Witness my death against this shadow menace! Oh wait, hold on a second. It's just my own shadow. Oops! My bad..." Cartman said as he moved his body like a dancing duck. It was more than obvious that he was mocking his stressful event.

"Dude, that isn't funny..." Stan said disapoointed as his best friend remained still, blushing of embarrassment against Eric's mockery.

"Hey Kyle! Do you want me to call them out?"

"Cartman n-..."

"HEY EDGELORDS!" Cartman shouted at full lung, as he waved his hands while looking in every direction possible.

"Cartman! Cut it out!" An angry Kyle shouted.

"IF YOU HAVE DARK BALLS APPEAR NOW AND TRAP ME! C'MON! DO IT YOU F*CKERS! I'M ALL BY MYSELF!"

Cartman screamed and nothing happened, the only people that showed up were just some neighbors opening their blinds, looking angrily at Cartman since he interrupted their nap time.

"Hey young man, SHUT UP!" Shouted one.

"NO?... ANYBODY?... ANYONE WHO ISN'T AFRAID OF SHADOWS? Oh wait, I have three from four at my house..." He said as he pointed at Kyle.

"Cartman, that's not tr-..."

"AHA! THERE!... You see that Kyle? No one showed up. There aren't shadow freaks going around, assaulting randoms like us and the shadows from far away are literally resting down our feet, and you know why Kyle?"

"Cartman…"

"YOU KNOW WHY?"

"Dude!"

"Because everything... That you're complaining... It's just... Inside… Your head... Stupid…"

Kyle was absolutely mad at him and wanted to punch him so hard in the face, however, nothing came out of him.

"But…" He mumbled

"HA! In your dumb face Kiel! I caught you empty handed…"

And with that Cartman returned back inside his house, while humming an annoying song about Kyle and his delusions.

"Nya nya nya nya nya nya nya! Kyle is now the crazy one. He He He He He He He!"

Kyle lowered his face down, he didn't want to hear his mockery. Stan from his part approached him from the back and lightly patted him on the back.

"Dude, it's okay..."

"I know what I saw, Stan… I'm not that crazy…"

"Tell that to your shadow!" Cartman said from the kitchen.

Stan just frowned at him.

"Ehm… We'll have to clean this up right?" Kenny said in an effort to change the topic of the conversation.

"What? You mean the Cheesy Poofs? Bah! Leave them there. My cat will lick every single one of them..."

"That doesn't make sense..."

"Relax Stan. My cat has licked a lot of things. It's not going to kill her…"

"Dude, I am referring to what you have just pull it out outside…"

"Oh goddammit, good job Kyle! Now you're infecting everyone with your paranoias…"

"Shut up…" Said an angered Kyle

"They are not gonna appear just because of your retard dance. It 's stupid! Besides those idiots who were persecuting Kyle probably took off when you let Kyle enter your house, and judging by how Kyle described they maybe were from a near cult or something…"

"Oh please Stan! It's obvious logic, they don't have appeared because I'm the Alpha Male around here, they would never hurt someone of great handsomeness and buffed as Chuck Norris! Especially from people coming from uncle Kyle's messed up head!"

The rest of the boys stood in silence after what Cartman just sprouted from his mouth.

"..."

"Your handsomeness…" Kenny said

"Yes, basically! So what about if we stop talking about this dumb topic, it's getting my head crazy for LSD too!"

"Cartman, I'm telling the truth! Two shadow people persecute me from my neighborhood to your house. Why is it so hard for you to believe me?"

"Because I know you want to scare the crap out of me! Well that's not gonna happen Kyle! Not in my property! The only way, and I really mean the only reasonable way that I could probably definitely believe you is if wherever those shadow people that you spoke about so frequently decide to appear in the flesh in front of my damn porc-..."

Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock!

Just as Cartman was about to finish his conditions someone from outside was knocking at the front door from outside, knowing full well that no one else was coming to Cartman's as well. Seconds of pure silence are present, and nobody says anything.

":I"

":I"

":I"

":I"

"Well… Somebody is knocking now dude..." Stan said directly

"C'mon dude, it can't be t-..."

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

The knocks persisted, more louder than before.

"Oh crap…"

"Good job fatass, you lure them! Now what the hell are we gonna do!" Exclaimed a nervous Kyle

"Oh wait, now are we? Go there and answer yourself! After all they were going after you remember?"

"Oh no! That's not going to happen Cartman! You go and open it! Aren't you the Alpha Male around here?"

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Dude, he's really beginning to insist..." Said Stan

"Cartman! OPEN IT!" Ordered Kyle

"Alright fine! Jeez... as the Alpha Male around here I'm going to take one for the team! Kenny..."

"Ahh F*ck you!" Said Kenny

"As the Alpha Male around here, I ordered you to open that door!" Ordered Cartman

"Kiss my ass! I'm not going to do it..."

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Ehh, guys, he's really not going to go, isn't it?…"

"Then what about if you open it yourself asshole!" Ordered Cartman to Stan

"Dude! Don't listen to him! Is his house right? So he should open it!"

"Alright, enough of this!" Said Kenny

"...I'm just gonna open it and pray for my safety…"

"Wait what? Why dude?" Asked Kyle concerned

"Because this is ridiculous and I really wanna watch the movies already…"

"That's my boy Kinny. Oh wait! Hold on you guys! Let me grab something…"

Cartman went up to his room and grabbed his rubber bat and his phone.

"Perfect, Stan, record all this!"

"What are you planning now Cartman?"

"If whatever of the things that Kyle has been saying are true or not, I wanna have footage of what could possibly be the very first shadow monster beaten by a hunk like me. Besides, by beating it he would never bother you again and I'll get rich by uploading it to Youtube, yeah!"

"And you are going to beat it... with a rubber bat?" Asked Stan unimpressed

"What? I don't know where's the real one ok? Now quiet! Shh! Start recording Stan!"

"Cartman, you're unbelievably stupid..." Said Kyle, tired of Cartman's stupid plans

"(*Sigh), Yes he is, but I still wanna see this…" Said Stan as he opened the phone and started recording

Cartman put himself in position, behind the right side of the entrance.

"Well Kenny, ready when you are…"

"Oh no dude! I don't want them to notice me!"

"Just take a peak already!"

"Ugh, fine dude..." Kenny said as he took a look using the door gazebo to see who was knocking all the time

Kyle put behind Stan.

"Ehh dude..."

"How tall is him Kenny?"

"He's from our size..."

"Huh!" Kyle gasped as he took Stan's shoulder with force.

"But I think you should put that down already..."

"Why? I'm not scared Kenny! You're scared!"

"No seriously, It's not g-..."

"Open it..."

"I don't t-..."

"Open it..."

"You sh-..."

"Open it..."

"Dude..."

"Open it..."

"Dude!"

"MAKE HIM COMING IN NOW KINNY!"

"Ugh, FINE!" Kenny shouted as he opened the door real fast, revealing finally who was making all those knocks.

Kenny opens the door. Soon it is revealed who was knocking all along.

"Hey K-...!"

"STROKE OF RAGE!" Cartman shouted as he hit the intruder really hard with the baseball bat.

However, it wasn't very effective, I mean what do you expect? It's a stupid rubber bat.

"Ehm… Ouch?"

"Wait, Butters?" Kyle said as the mystery knocker was finally revealed to them. It was none other than Butters himself, who found his way to Eric's house, presenting a little backpack and a watch for the occasion.

"Oh hey Kyle! Hey Kenny! Oh Eric, ehh... what's up with the bat?"

"Butters? Who told you to come here! And why are you still on feet? I hit you with my f*cking bat!"

"With a rubber one!…" Stan reminded him

"Wait a minute... Oh! I was supposed to be knocked out? Don't worry Cartman! I can make myself be knocked out! Here! Watch this!"

Butters fall himself purposely on the ground, but as you could expect that didn't convince Cartman at all.

"No moron! We thought you were a shadow guy! Ugh! Well, who cares anyway..." He said as he threw the rubber bat to the carpet floor again.

"It seems that Kyle is now more afraid of you than from anyone else, right Kail?"

"Uuh... What?" A confused Butters says as the rest of the boys narrow their eyes at Kyle, confused.

Kyle is confused by this as well.

"Stan, please! You need to understand me! You believe me right? Everything that I have just said it's true!" Said a desperate Kyle trying to convince Stan that his delusions were real.

"Uhh... Kyle I..."

"Screw this..." Kenny said as he left the scene going straight to the kitchen to take another bag of Cheesy Poofs.

"Yeah, Kenny's right! Screw all of Kyle's f*cked up hallucinations! Ugh, I'm going to take a better bat. Assholes..." Cartman said as well.

The only one left listening to Kyle was Stan, who stood there still not knowing what to respond him.

"Please dude..."

"Well..." Stan tried to say.

"I believe you dude, I know you would never lie to me..."

Kyle put on a relieved face. However, Stan continued...

"But Cartman wasn't joking when he said he never left his house..."

And with that the two boys stood there in silence. Kyle was shocked by this revelation, as he lowered his face down standing in silence.

Cartman stood and never left his home the moment he encountered the mysterious shadow figure, and he couldn't prove that it was just a random dude hired by Cartman in order to annoyingly prank him with a horrible persecution like that. If he never did all those things, then who the hell were those hooded guys?

"Dude…"

As Kyle was still turning the matter over he finally snapped back to reality, looking down at Stan as he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Are we okay around here?"

"Eeh… No I... I think... I think I may need to go to the bathroom right now..."

"But Kyle..."

"It's alright, dude. I'm okay, alright?" He said as he went straight to the bathroom upstairs.

Stan stood there in silence. As he watched his super best friend rushing down upstairs, he couldn't help but feel worried about him and his delusions. He knew more than anyone how something really insane was bothering him a lot, and he couldn't really discard him as a delusional like the rest. But the proofs were there, any shadow figures showed up when Cartman stood alone outside and Cartman was still there when he went back to his house. Was he missing something from here? The shadow people that Kyle mentioned resembled a lot about those ones described by him from his nightmares, so he couldn't help but link the two events on the same pasta mesh.

"He's still traumatized by the shadow figures from his dreams? Could he have been persecuted by gangsters? I remember Jimmy telling me before that he joined a group of gangsters before, I have a feeling there could still be around at South Park..." He thought to himself as he tried to link every single relation with the event of his friend.

"Uuh..."

While standing there he didn't notice that Butters stood there and witnessed his weird behavior, so the blond couldn't help but ask Stan about it.

"What happened here Stan? Did I miss the movie watch again?"

Stan sighed as he accepted Butters' silly innocence. If he had told him that he was gonna get knocked out because of a wrong belief from his friend he still would have accepted it with a happy face anyways.

"No, you haven't..." He said as he let the blond pass inside, closing the door right after he inspected that no other stranger was spying from the distance, from inside.


Kyle was washing his face as much as possible. As he looked at the mirror, He still noticed the purpling sleeping bags from his eyes and his heart beating at a fast pace.

He was really panicked about all the events that unfolded after he left his house walking, so he tried to stay calm.

He breathed slowly, inhaling and exhaling for 5 times in a row, lowering his face and closing his eyes, letting all his thoughts drain through the sink. He slowly looked back at his reflection again. He needed to find a way to stop all his paranoias.

"Dude, relax. You're becoming delusional again. Ugh, separate the dreams from reality dude, separate the dreams from it..."

As he repeated those words he couldn't help but deduct who were the people that he encountered in the middle of the sidewalk. If they weren't Cartman neither haven't been hired by him, then who the heck were they?

"Hmm... I need to stop mixing all this suspicions. No one goes and sits in the middle of the sidewalk like that? Next time I'm just gonna turn the other cheek, I don't want to pass through this again..." He said as he put his ushanka again and looked firmly at the mirror.

"This... is a party dude. Let's enjoy it while it lasts..." He said in a final note as he left the bathroom empty minded.

When he returned back to the living room he saw Stan sitting on the sofa while Butters was putting his backpack down, taking all the things he brought in there.

"Hey dude..."

"Kyle you're back!" Exclaimed Stan as he put his phone down and walked to him.

"Oh! Hey Kyle!" Butters greeted him again.

"Hey Butters..." He greeted him back

"So... How are you feeling dude?" He asked in a worried tone.

"I'm fine..."

"Are you sure you don't wanna-..."

"Stan, seriously. I'm fine. It was just an unfortunate act, that's it. You know what our parents say all the time: Never speak with strangers. And I spoke with one, so I guess I asked for it..."

"Dude, don't say that, we can still call the police. I heard from Jimmy and Timmy that a new group of gangsters were taking a peak around town lately, maybe th-..."

"And what? Tell them that a bunch of weirdos made me run a complete marathon? And all this over gangsters? Dude, it's okay, alright? We live in South Park, and a lot of strangers always appear around here. If it's not a rabbit cult it's going to be ManBearPig, so... Let's forget about this okay? I don't wanna bring my dumb nightmares anymore, I'm already living it with Cartman..."

Stan wanted to help his friend, but Kyle was so tired of the same long argument that he ultimately let it pass like another event from South Park. As much as that bothered him, Kyle just wanted to have a calm night with his group of friends. Stan, while being worried about him, decided not to bother him with that anymore and decided to change the topic.

"Uuh... Ok then. So, did you sleep well the other night?"

"Oh yeah, I did. Now that you mention it, it has been the calmest night that I have had in a month..."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah dude..."

"Well fellas!" Butters appeared jumping into the conversation.

"Prepare yourselves because I brought some water guns and my recently bought Okhama GameSphere Plus, now compatible motion sensors!"

"Oh! So they bought the GameSphere now?" Asked Kyle

"Yeah!"

"Isn't that like out of date?"

"Yeah, but it's a portable version with motion sensors! Impressive right?"

"Yeah, impressive... like two years ago dude. I don't think you can even run Call of Duty with that?"

"Who needs Call of Duty when you can play Hello Kitty Adventure 4 Special Mix on it!"

"Butters, switch from games one day dude, you're not gonna regret it..." Stan advised him.

"I did Stan! Before this I used to play Paw Patrol!"

"Oh God..." Kyle expressed

"Don't worry Kyle. Once you pay to the ad businesses the game is pretty decent..."

"If you mix it with the water guns is gonna get spoiled dude..." Stan said

"Agh, what the heck is all that noise, you're ruining my middle n-..." Just as Cartman was going downstairs he saw Stan and Kyle, now fully calmed, and Butters who somehow found his way to enter inside his house.

"AY!" He protested

"Hey Eric!" Butters greeted him again as Cartman walked down the stairs faster.

"Wanna play Hello K-...?"

"Get the hell out of here!"

"Uh? What?"

"Oh my God..." Kyle expressed pinching his nose this time.

"Who the f*ck told you to come!"

"What! But... but Eric, I came here for the movie watch. Anyways, when is it going to start?"

"Butters! It's not going to f*cking start until you leave, so MOVE!" Cartman said angrily as he pointed

"But-..."

"GET THE F*CK OUT OF HERE!"

"But Cartman! I was invited! You told me last time I was!"

"What the f*ck? I NEVER TOLD YOU THAT!"

"I did..." Kenny said while grabbing a bag of Cheesy Poofs from the kitchen.

"What the heck? Kenny!"

"You deserve it for being a douchebag..."

"F*ck you! Only quiet kids are douchebags! And anyways, why the heck did you invite him..."

"Simple. After your vegetable dilemma I personally went to Butters and told him that he could come with us if he wanted..."

"Yeah that's true!" Butters nodded

"Urgg... You little..."

"And besides, to prevent you from taking extreme measures after your visit we asked to your mother if he could come and she gladly accepted, so..."

"What the...!? MUM!"

"Yes hon..." Liane answered Cartman's call.

"What we agreed of inviting nerdys around here!"

"Oh, I'm sorry hon, but there are no nerdys at the distance..."

"No mum! I'm referring to my school nerds! Not the nerds from your job!"

"So Eric, uhh... Where do I put my stuff?" Asked Butters innocently

"Oh you motherf-... Do what you want! I don't care..."

"Oh great! Uuh... Now that we're talking about stuff, could you please accompany me? I left my sleeping bag at home and I really need som-... Hey! Eric! Where are you going? Eric!" While Butters was talking Cartman was already walking upstairs.

"Eric, where are you going?"

"To bed. Luckily, far away from your sh*t..." He said before taking another nap on his bedroom.

The four boys were now standing on the living room with nothing else to do.

"Dude, what type of person invites his friends to his house and then takes a nap?" Kyle asks impressed of Cartman's stupidity

"And you're surprised man?" Asked Kenny rhetorically.

"Oh boy, I really need my sleeping bag before it gets dark..." Said Butters disappointed

"(*Sigh), I will accompany you Butters. Let's do it now that Cartman is in standby mode..." Kenny offered

"Oh thank you Kenny! Alright!" Butters said happily as the two blondes went straight to Butters' home.

"See you in a minute fellas!" Butters said from a distance.

Now Kyle and Stan were the only ones in the living room.

"Huh, who would ever think that Butters would make it around here..." Stan said while scratching his head.

"He could have just taken my spot..." Kyle said with a frowned face.

"Nah, Cartman would have found his ways. Anyway, now that the full cast is here, let's hope this movie watch is actually worth it..."

"Yeah, speaking of which, I'm actually surprised your parents let you pass the night outside of the farm. Your dad didn't like have you indoctrinated all weekend with his sales and stuff?" Kyle asked curiously

"Well... A scratch sorta happened. Or I should say, a miracle..."

"Huh?" Kyle didn't understand what he said.

Stan took out his mobile phone and entered to a newspaper app, showing him the most recent news from the state of Colorado.

"Five words dude: Smelly... Two... Feet... Weeder..."

*Flashback

We found ourselves in Tegridy Farms, Stan Marsh's most current residence. After his visit with Cartman at Hell Pass' Hospital, in the kitchen, Stan Marsh, his mother Sharon and his big sister Shelly are seen eating at the family's table.

"So… Stanley!" Sharon exclaimed, trying to gain his attention.

"How was your day sweetie?"

"Um... Fine, I guess..."

"Did you do well on the Spanish exam?"

"Yes! I think... I believe I'll pass this time…"

"No you won't turd…" His sister said abruptly

"Shelly!"

"What? I'm just predicting his next stupidity…"

"Well it's not really nice to say those things like that..."

His mother defended him but Stan was already more than used to the special manners of his sister Shelly.

"Pfff like if I was wrong or something, his brain is so predictable like a fly in a flycatcher..."

"Oh really? How was your day then Shelly?" Stan asked rhetorically.

"What do you expect turd? It has been sh*tty and w-..."

"Worse than your face in the garbage can? Yeah, you said the same thing last week. How predictable!" Stan said ironically

"Stan, don't make fun of your sister!" Sharon scolded him

"What? She started it!"

"No mum, it's okay. I can make him feel sorry WITH THIS!" She said as he threw a piece of broccoli to his face.

"Ew!"

"That's what you get for being a turd!"

"Shelly! That was unnecessary..." Sharon now scolded her.

"I don't care mum! You guys don't understand how I feel every single day of my life!"

Shelly said as she jumped out of the table.

"I'm out of here!"

"Shelly! Come back here and finish your loin!"

"I'm not hungry anymore! I will be in my room…"

Shelly left the scene with Sharon and Stan looking at her stunned. A few seconds later, Sharon grabbed Stan's napkin and carefully cleaned his stain of broccoli.

"Are you okay Stanley?" She asked worried

"Nah mum, it's okay. At least I like these vegetables..."

The two stood there in silence for around one minute until Stan broke the silence.

"Ehh… If Shelly's not going to eat his portion can I go and eat it?"

"(*Sigh), Yes Stanley… but don't eat it all."

Stan took Shelly's plate and cut a piece of loin just for himself.

"I sometimes don't know what to do with your sister. Do you know what' has been up with him?"

"I don't know. Teenager attacks?"

"Well, you two go to the same school…"

"We don't really interact that much in there, mum…"

"Oh…"

Another round of silence.

"Ehh… Mum, where's dad? He's not going to eat with us again?"

"Your father said that he was full of orders for his Tegridy weed, so he decided not to eat with us today. Seriously, the only thing that your has been thinking since we moved here is only weed and more weed. Is it really hard for him to spend time with us even on the table?" Said a displeased Sharon

"Oh well... That sucks, I was going to ask him something…"

"Ask him about what?"

"My friend Cartman is going to prepare a slumber party for us tomorrow. I was going to ask him if I could go..."

"A slumber party at Liane's house… Oh sure! For me you can go! You need a break from the exams. Although! Tomorrow morning I wanna see you studying for the tests of next week! Understood?"

"Sweet! Hehe! Thanks Mum!"

Stan was happy at first, however his face slowly turned out to a worried tone.

"You don't seem too happy now, have you changed your mind?"

"What? No! I really want to go but… Do you think dad is going to let me?"

"Oh sweetie, I'm sure your father will let you go. It's not like your absence is gonna affect his business or something…"

"HOLY F*CK!"

Randy, Stan's father, shouted so hard that it could be heard through the entire house. He went straight to the kitchen, angry as hell.

"Randy! What was that?"

"Everyone outside… NOW!"

Randy left the kitchen with those manners. Stan and Sharon are stunned.

"Uh… Mum? What's happening?"

"I don't have no idea sweetheart…"

They two leave the kitchen in direction to where Randy actually is. He seemed really pissed off as he stood outside of the farm with a serious look on his face.

"What's the matter Randy?"

"What's the matter? Oh nothing... What if you take a look at the plantation and tell me what's REALLY the matter..." Randy shouted as he pointed directly at a part of his weed plantation.

They looked at it confused. A closer look led them realize that a third portion of the crops was completely gone, with part of their leftovers still visible on the land.

"You… took those plants out?"

"No I didn't of course! Somebody must have taken part of it while we were sleeping! And that SOMEBODY could have facilitated this unfortunate robbery…"

"Oh for God's sake Randy! You really believe that we are responsibles of this!"

"Absolutely…"

"But dad, why would we want to rob your own weed if we already live on a farm of weed?" Stan asked to his dad

"More than one reason Stan! But the principal, VENGEANCE…" He said as he looked suspiciously at his wife.

"What? Randy! Don't start again with conspiracies like that! We are not the responsibles of this..."

"First of all: You guys are my workers, meaning that you have FULLY access to the crops, and SECONDLY: You guys hate living here, enough proof for you two to take away part of MY Tegridy and give it to someone else for free, like the Testaburgers of course!"

"For God sake Randy! Just because we don't like living here that doesn't mean we want to sabotage your own production! What about your friend Towelie? He just sits there getting high all day and night!?"

"Hey there guys! I don't know what you guys are saying but don't forget to bring a towel!"

Towelie said this while smoking another pack of his cigarette weed.

"Towelie! Better that cigarette be part of our own Tegridy Special Pack. And returning with you two, it's impossible that someone like Towelie could have made all this misfortune if he and I were having a good time yesterday at night. If he actually had did that, I would have easily noticed it…"

"Oh, I'm sure you would have. Getting high all night with you and your stupid friend really gives you a lot of sense, of course…" Sharon said as she crossed her arms angrily.

"So what do you want us to do about it dad? We seriously don't know who did this…" Stan asked again

"Well, since it's more than obvious for all of you to just ignore this SABOTAGE, that means less resources for my business, and therefore, no money. So this weekend we're just gonna be incrementing the production to have the missing Tegridy ready to launch!"

"Incrementing? What do you mean by "incrementing"?" Sharon asked too

"That means a full work of 24 hours! No breaks, NO SH*TS!"

"What!?"

"Randy! That 's just insane! We've been working all this week. We deserve a break this weekend!"

"My Tegridy never takes breaks, that's why it works fine around here. But wait! That could f*cking change if we don't start accelerating the production at full speed! But nooo, everyone wants nowadays to have little breaks…" Randy said while beckoning with his fingers

"But dad! I can't be all weekend helping you, my friends have organized a slumber party tomorrow and I really wanna go!" Stan begged to his father, but he remained still.

"Well, I'm sorry Stan, but family business is real business. Tell them that you've developed your period now or something, I don't know…"

"My period? What the f*ck?" Stan thought to himself

"Randy! You can't do that! Stanley is just a kid, if he wants to go with his friends to that party, then let him be, he could help you on Sunday when he returns…"

"But Sharon! Tegridy needs us! We needed to exist!"

"You need it Randy! Not us…"

"(*Sigh), It seems you have forgotten what all this means for us, right Sharon?"

"The only thing that I am understanding from this is that your Tegridy has drained your head so much that you don't do another thing unless it is related to Tegridy, weed or getting high with everything! If you're really worried about the money, well guess what? I also have a job you know? And I also care about keeping it! Just because we have to live from someone else's plastic boobs it's not gonna be the end the world Randy..." Sharon said upset.

Randy stood a little bit in silence for a short time. Then he continued...

"Sharon... It will end it for me if I lose more customers. I'm the only one from this family worried about this job around here. The only one. Even Towelie is worried too…"

"Yeah! You said it Randy! You guys still wanna have a towel?…" Towelie said again.

Randy turned his back on the two, looking at his missing plantation with a sad face.

Sharon for her part looked down to the ground with an upset and annoyed face. She didn't want to look at him.

"(*Sigh), Well… I guess it's how you say it Randy…"

"…" Randy said nothing

"I guess I have forgot the meaning of all this..."

An awkward silence invaded the scene. Now nobody dared to say anything. Stan, who witnessed all the exchange, stood there worried about his parents. He couldn't stand his dad's behavior but he also kne that there was no way for him to change his aspirations.

However, he was more worried about his mum. Every time she had a fight of these with his father she ended up upset with him, and eventually discouraged herself. Stan saw this on her too many times, even the days of their first divorces.

"Oh no, please... not another divorce..." He thought to himself.

After a brief period of time, Stan was eventually sure to drop out his invitation to Cartman's slumber party and help his dad with the production, not that he wanted too, but he was going to do it just for stop the stupid fights of his parents and also help his mother to change from topic for once…

Of course...

UNTIL!

"Hey! What 's up family!"

Surprise, surprise! Before everything could turn into a really obscure tone Uncle Jimbo just arrived to the farm to save the day!

And yes, he wasn't alone…

"Mmmm, hello everyone..."

Jimbo and Ned Gerblanski arrived at Tegridy Farms, something unusual since the Marsh family weren't expecting any visit that Friday.

"Mum! Look!" Stan exclaimed in an attempt to snap them out.

"Oh! Jimbo! Ned! What a pleasant surprise! What brings you two here?"

"Ha! Well, you know... Just checking the area... looking for any abnormalities…"

"Mmmm, I require Tegridy to move on…" Ned said in his characteristic robotic voice

"Oh yes! And Ned wants some Tegridy Weed, if we don't have caught you in a bad moment we would want two fresh jars of it…"

"Yeah… Speaking of that..."

"Today's not a great day for Tegridy Farms, Jimbo…" Randy said in a really melancholic voice.

"Not a great day huh? What happened?"

"It's a long story, uncle Jimbo…"

"Ohh… I see. You and your farm went out of business already?"

"Mmm, I kinda expected it when they found out about the Christmas Snow thing. Mmmm, too predictable…"

"Ye-... Wait! What the f*ck guys? I'll stick my balls if that ever happens! If this farm goes down one day, I'll fall with it too…"

"You say it Randy! You guys still want a piece of towel?"

"Oh Lord…" Sharon said while facepalming herself

"So... What happened then?" Jimbo asked him.

"Over here…"

Randy said as he pointed out what he was looking, showing Jimbo and Ned the missing plantation.

"You can make your own suggestions, I'm still pissed off about this…"

"Oh yeah, I can relate. This is really messed up. Just like in Vietnam, not even a single body spying us inside the ground..."

"Mmmm, Rest in peace soldier. You'll be missed, mmmm..."

"What the f*ck? NO! This part of my Tegridy plantation just disappeared this morning, that's why I'm so pissed!" Randy said really pissed

"Oooooh…. Yeah, your weed plantation. Hm? You can see it right, Ned? The stems are uprooted and all that..."

"Mmm, I don't see a thing with these glasses, mmm…" Ned responded

"What do you think it was down there uncle Jimbo?"

"A tunnel rat…"

"A tunnel rat?" Stan said curious

"Yes! A tunnel rat. You see Stan, when I was battling in the War of Vietnam, Ned and I found a hole with a bunch of v-..."

"Guys! We were focusing on my missing plantation! Not in war stories…"

"But dad! I really wanna know what a tunnel rat is…"

"You'll know it when you grow up, sweetie…" Sharon responded him cordially

"Well Randy, who do you think could have stolen it?""

"I don't know, but I know for sure that if the suspect or suspects don't confess right now I swear we're gonna accelerate the production all this weekend. Am I right, my workers?" He said as he narrowed his eyes to his workers

His wife and son looked at Randy with a stern look in their eyes.

"(*Sigh), Of course Randy..." Sharon said displeased

"Yes Dad…" His son followed her

"Hmm… so we have a case of stolen weed…"

"Mmm, too similar, could mmm it be?"

"Yes… it could be Ned, the circumstances are too similar..."

"Mmm, too similar…"

"Yeah, too similar…"

"Mmm, too similar…"

"Yeah, too similar…"

"Too similar. Too similar? Too similar to what!" Randy said annoyed with the loop

"Ehm... Have you been reading the newspapers recently Randy?" Jimbo asked him

"The newspapers? Who reads that sh*t nowadays?"

"Maybe you could be able to read them if you weren't high all the time…" Sharon whispered to herself

"You said something Sharon?" Randy asked her

"No, nothing…"

"I think you should read this article, it's from last week…"

Jimbo turned on his phone and brought it to Randy. He took it and read whatever was written there.

"Scandal on a weed farm near Estes Park, Colorado. Pfff, bad for them! It's more business for me…"

"Keep reading…" Jimbo encouraged him

"The whole farm stood in shock when they discovered that part of their marihuana plantation was…"

Randy stood in silence as he opened his eyes wide while reading the article.

"Um... Was what dad?" Stan asked to his shocked father

"Taken away under mysterious circumstances…" Randy said

"Yeah. And it's not the only one. Swap the pages…"

Randy swapped the pages of the newspaper and felt even more intrigued by the news. Various Weed Farms on Colorado also suffered the same consequences, with the difference of being chosen through different towns of the region:

Lakewood, Durango, Loveland, Highlands Ranch, just to name a few of them, were some of the affected ones by this robbery. However, there was only one last town that wasn't on the news…

"You see what has been happening Randy?"

"Yeah, it says a lot of towns from Colorado... but not South Park."

"Or it eventually will…."

Jimbo said as he pointed out the missing plantation of Tegridy Farms.

"I don't know who or which is doing these strange robberies, but whoever it is, it's now here in South Park…" Jimbo exclaimed

"Mmm, Smelly Two Feet Weeder is on the loose, mmm…." Ned said with his robotic voice

"Smelly who? You guys know who did this?…" Randy asked him.

"Not exactly, but what they said is that every time this mysterious robber stole in those farms, he always had a pair of footprints similar to a wild animal, or something similar…" Jimbo explained

"I see…"

"Ugh… For God sake you guys! Who the hell goes around all the state of Colorado and starts to rob every weed plantation in there. It sounds really stupid and literally makes no sense at all!" Sharon exclaimed incredulous

"Um… Dad? I think you should see this…" Stan said as he pointed out a specific part of the ground near the stolen plantation.

Everyone turned to look in the direction where Stan was looking, not that far away from the robbery scene. In that moment, they found something unusual.

"Footprints…" Randy said

"Like a wild animal…" Stan finished his phrase.

"Mmmm, near your resources…" Ned added

"Wow! It seems that my theory was right all along. Randy, if it pleases you we were actually going to buy the weed so we could trap this evil creature with one of our many animal traps. They put a bounty hunt for whoever catches it…"

"Well, c'mon guys… That could have been easily any animal, or som-..." Sharon was explaining until she was cut off by his husband.

"SHARON! Is not the time for being skepticals! THERE'S A COMPLETELY SMARTASS IDIOT STEALING MY TEGRIDY FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON AND YOU'RE STILL BEING SCEPTIC!

"WELL PARDON ME RANDY! OF COURSE I AM! Like…. A Smelly Two Feet Weeder? Really? I DON'T EVEN THINK SOMEONE LIKE THAT EXISTS!"

"Tell that to the ManBearPig, Scuzzlebutt, Mecha-Streisand and The Mexican Staring Frog of Southern Sri Lanka!"

"But dad! The Mexican Staring Frog of Southern Sri Lanka isn'-..." Stan explained and received the same cut off from his dad.

"Besides! The proofs are right in our faces. C'mon guys! Don't you see it?"

"You could have really misinterpreted this!" Sharon said trying to convince his husband

"Well, I don't wanna be the one breaking the mood around here, but I think we should be really putting those traps right now…" Jimbo said returning to his initial objective

"Mmmm, awkward…" Ned added

"(*Sigh), Why am I even trying to convince you Sharon? We're already wasting time arguing with you. Alright men, it's plan time!"

"Wait wh-..."

"Jimbo and Ned, I'll give you the sufficient Tegridy for those traps. Stan, you're going t help your uncle…"

"What? No I won't!" Stan refused

"Oh my God..." Randy said displeased as he pinched his nose while frowning.

"Why not Stan? Seriously, why the f*ck not? Of all the possible things in this world, in this universe, WHY THE F*CK NOT!?"

"Well… it involves hunting animals..."

"Wow Randy, your son hasn't changed at all, doesn't he? Still being a pussy as always…"

"Jimbo!" Sharon called him angrily

"What? It 's true…"

"Mmm, a lucky pussy…" Ned added one more time.

"God f*cking dammit… Stan! You said you wanted to go to your friends' party, right?" Randy said frenetically

"Yeah, definitely…"

"Then go and help your uncle!"

"(*Sigh), Ok dad… I will..." Stan said displeased

"Good…"

"Yeah! We're gonna have a hell of a time! Heh, just like old times…" Jimbo exclaimed proudly

"Meanwhile, sector "I don't like being here" a.k.a. The women around HERE will help me organize the rest of the production this week, if that's not another inconvenience for them. Right Shaaaron…?

"It is for me!" Shelly said from inside the house.

"C'mon, you guys can't be serious?" Sharon questioned herself

"Ok then, it's settled! Everyone! Let's go to work! The fate of Tegridy Farms is in our hands, and we're not gonna let a madman higher than a plane steal what we have been working so hard with passion, and love..."

"You have dad, not me..." Stan thought

"Oh yeah! You say it Randy!" Towelie said again

"Let's go everyone! Back to work!" Randy said as he went straight to the farm in order to get some weed for Jimbo.

Everybody immediately went to do what they are assigned to do, while Sharon just stood there in silence.

"Oh Christ, Am I the only one with a sense of normality in this family or what?"

"Yeah! You say it Sh-..."

"Towelie, Do you have something better to say?" She asked him

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"So... You guys still don't need a towel or what?"

"Ugh…" Sharon finally expressed, returning back to the house in order to finish up her food.

End of the flashback…

"So yesterday you were all the evening setting traps to catch a… what?" Kyle asked him again

"(*Sigh), It's more of a "who", the Smelly Two Feet Weeder or something. I can't believe how obsessed my dad is with his work..."

"Well, I don't like to be the annoying one around here but your dad has a point. I mean, we thought ManBearPig or Scuzzlebutt were just fantasy creatures and, well, they turned out to be real…" Kyle made a point with that explanation.

"Yeah... Honestly, I don't know what to believe anymore dude…" Stan said displeased as he sat on the sofa while putting a hand on his face.

"Yeah, me neither…" Kyle added while doing the same

Just as they were thinking about it Kenny and Butters returned with the missing sleeping bag that Butters needed.

"Hey fellas! We're back!"

"Oh, hey dudes..." Exclaimed Kyle

"Eric is still upstairs?" Asked Butters

"It seems so..." Stan said

"Oh darn it! Now how are we gonna start this party?" Butters said worried

"And who said we need him to start it?" Kenny said while grabbing Butters' backpack

"C'mon dudes! Let's plug Butters' video game console and have a good time..." He said in a positive tone.

The three boys instantly smiled and the four passed a good afternoon playing Hello Kitty Adventure 4 Special Mix.


At night, 22:30 pm…

Oh yeah! The slumber party was finally settled. Pizza, video games, everything seemed to work just fine for Cartman and his friends! They were all wore with their respective pajamas while Stan and Kyle got out from the kitchen grabbing some popcorn.

"Hey everyone! Cartman's mum made some popcorn!" Stan said

"Oh sweet! I love popcorn!" Butters exclaimed

"It has candy on it dude?" Asked Kenny

"Kinda, Cartman's mum made it with that new brand, the Cinemax one, I think. Speaking of Cartman's mum, where's fatass? Don't tell me he's still taking another nap…" Kyle asked them

"He said that he had to take a poopy in the bathroom half an hour ago. He has been there ever since…" Butters said to him.

"Wow really? It has to be a massive dump…" Kenny supposed

"Man, poor bathroom. Then we have to go there and brush our teeth with all his stench inside. Yuck…" Stan said disgusted

"R.I.P. Cartman's bathroom. You'll be f*cking missed…" Kenny said sarcastically

"Ha! Maybe If Cartman didn't have such a fat ass he wouldn't be taking all those massive dumps..." Kyle said while laughing a lot

"Pfff, yeah right…"

"Maybe he's just masturbating in his bathroom and we're not noticing…" The dirty minded Kenny suggested

"Masturbating? What thing could make Cartman masturbate rather than himself…" Stan asked

"His ego for sure…" Kyle responded

"His Mitch Conner impression?" Kenny suggested

The four boys didn't said anything, but eventually they started laughing really hard.

"HAHAHAHAHA! Kenny! That would be the grossest thing I have ever seen!"

"Are you sure Kyle? Remember the incident about the photograph…" Kenny said

"Like if nobody remembers that. It's a long time classic!" Stan exclaimed

"Hehe! Yeah! Um... what photograph?" Butters asked them curious

"Trust me Butters, you don't wanna know it…" Stan assured him

"Well, um... I think we're kinda being too harsh with Eric. I'm sure he's just making his necessities like a big boy!"

"You bet I am, butthole…"

Boom! Cartman appeared on scene, saying that while wearing his pajamas and with a glass of milk.

"What the f*ck were you guys saying? I've heard all of you mentioning my name and then laugh hard like Kyle's mum procreating…"

"Stop mentioning my mother Cartman..." Kyle muttered

"Jeez dude, you finally arrived! We were going to start watching movies without you…" Kenny said

"Yeah, and what were you doing in the bathroom anyways?" Stan asked him

"Duh, taking a dump like everyone else…" Cartman responded him

"Yeah, of course..." Kenny said rolling his eyes

"I was really taking a dump, you dirty head!"

"That in my world also means masturbating, otherwise, I wouldn't have to tell you why you're holding that glass of milk…" Kenny said while pointing at his vase of milk

"I took it from the fridge dumbass..."

"Of course..." Kenny said while rolling his eyes again

"Shut up already Ken! Shut your trash mouth for once and let me take my space on the sofa…"

"No Cartman please! Your fat butt is gonna eat all the space…" Kyle said mockingly

"Oh really Kail? Let's prove it, sit in the f*cking sofa first while I go and I put my butt in your face so hard until you choke!" Cartman dared him

"Ew, no thanks…" Kyle responded

"I thought so stupid…" He said as he sat on the sofa

"Ehm… Kenny? What does the word "masturbate" suppose to mean…" Butters asked to Kenny

"Well Butters, remember that thing that you did when we were playing detectives that time?" Kenny reminded him

"Um, Yeah…"

"Well… There goes your answer…"

Butters stood there thinking for a moment.

"Oh! So a laundromat could give me the answer! Thanks Kenny, I'll check it tomorrow!" Butters said innocently

"Oh sweet! Popcorn!" Cartman immediately jumped when he saw the bag of popcorn on Stan's hands

"Cartman wait! You can't eat all the ba-..." Stan said before being cut by the fat lard

"Stan, cut it. This bag of popcorn is for moi, and the small one, pour vous quatre, hehehe…"

"(*Sigh), you should really start to learn how to share one day, dude…"

"Yeah I should, and maybe lose another kidney while I do it..."

"Dude, but you didn't ev-..."

"Anyways you guys! Are you gonna sit on the sofa and start seeing my stuff or what?" Cartman said cut him once again

"Sure Eric!" Exclaimed Butters

"Whatever…" Stan said rolling his eyes

Kyle, Stan, Cartman, Kenny and Butters finally sat on the sofa, with Cartman taking the TV control and turning on the TV.

"Ah sh*t! This might take a while. Excuse me guys, my internet connection sometimes goes as slow as Clyde's brain so don't start insulting my TV."

"So Cartman, uh… what was the movie you wanted to show us so much?" Stan asked him

"I'm glad you ask Stan. While we try our best to ignore Kyle's delusions, I had decided that the perfect movie for this unforgettable will be... None other... Th-...

"Hey Eric!"

Suddenly out of nowhere his mother appeared on screen, also wearing her pajamas.

"God dammit, maaaa! What did we talk about you appearing when my friends are here?"

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. I was just checking on you and your friends before I went upstairs…" His mother said cordially

"Well stop checking us! Dammit you're making me look like a baby…"

"Dude, it's your mother…" Kyle reminded him

"So what? Do you wanna hang out with her now? Shut up asshole…"

"Well little ones, your parents gave me the responsibility of taking care of all of you, so of course I'm gonna still keep everything in order, okay smiley cheeks?"

"Pfff, smiley cheeks..."

Kenny muttered as he and Butters started giggling a little

"Maaaaa! What did we talk about putting me stupid nicknames!"

"Well I can't help it sweetie, you're just my little chubby piggy…"

Now the four started to giggle a little bit harder. As you could think Cartman was getting really embarrassed by this.

"Hehehe…" Kyle laughed

"Maaaaa! I'm not chubby! Ugh, just go upstairs already!" Cartman ordered her

"Okay sweetie, I'm already leaving. Although I first should make sure that you have put your ration of talcum powder for all over your wee wee. We don't want them to get mushrooms around there again, right hon?"

Silence invaded the scene. Cartman now had his mouth really opened.

"What?" Cartman said surprised

The rest of the boys couldn't hold it any more. It took two seconds for the first giggle, and then, everyone started laughing so hard, but they laughed SO HARD that it looked like they were gonna throw up their whole stomachs.

"MAAA! WHAT THE F*CK!?" He exclaimed really pissed off.

"Dude! Is this for real? HAHAHAHA….!" Kyle said while laughing hysterically

"I don't know dude, but I'm f*cking living it!" Exclaimed Stan while laughing as well

"Dude, this is official. Now Cartman is literally a Big Fatty Baby, I can't f*cking believe it!" Kenny exclaimed

"Yeah fellas! A Big Fatty Baby!" Butters repeated what Kenny said.

"You guys, SHUT UP! SHUT THE F*CK UP! It's not that funny!" Exclaimed an angered Cartman

"Hehe, funny for us…" Kyle said

"Alright, now I'm leaving. Have fun little ones..." Liane said as she went upstairs to her bedroom

"YEAH! LEAVE! JUST F*CKING LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK! You have already ruined my slumber party. God…" Cartman said disgusted

With Liane out, now the main 5 were finally alone on the living room.

"Cartman, if it makes you feel better, we can teach your mum to call you Big Fatty Baby instead of mummy's little piggy. Haha!" Kyle mocked him

"Do you want me to tell to the other dudes about your talcum powder! Pfff!" Kenny mocked him as well

"You do that and you're dead! And everyone shut your f*cking trash mouths already, don't even dare to tell anyone about this, especially Craig and the f*cking rest…" Cartman warned them

"About what dude? Your nicknames or your mushrooms!" Stan said, gaining another big laugh from the rest of the boys.

"Both dumbass! Now shut up! Now let's focus on what's important. Ugh… Now where do I left it? Oh yeah! I said that while we try our best to ignore Kyle's delusions, I had decided that the perfect movie for this unforgettable night will be... None other... Than... U-...!"

"Ur mom?" Kenny couldn't help himself not to say it but he said it anyways, making everyone start laughing on a third row again.

"No dumbass! US!"

Everyone on the living room stood there in silence.

"Us?" Stan asked him

"Yes..." Eric responded him

""Us", but from like… Ass?" Kenny asked him

"Ye-... Wait, no dumbass! US! from… you know… Us."

"Oh cool! We appear in the movie!" Butters exclaimed innocently

"Butters, you idiot! We don't appear in the movie! It's how the movie is titled. "Us", by Jordan Peele…"

"Oh…" He said disappointed

"And what's the plot of it?" Stan asked him

"I can't spoil you dude, but believe me, it's gonna get our asses frightened from beginning to end…"

"Yeah well, let's find out…" Kenny said unimpressed

"Woah woah woah! It's a horror movie? My parents have prohibited me from watching those types of films, they said that when I see one I scream at night out of pure terror! I can't watch it! I don't wanna get grounded..." Butters said worried

Cartman just frowned at him.

"Butters, I swear to God, if you're gonna start acting now like a little pussy I'm gonna kick you out of the house alongside this f*cking paranoid! Capiche?" Cartman warned him as he pointed at Kyle, who frowned him as well.

"Oh no please! It's too cold out there Eric…" Butters begged him

"Then deal with it, Butters…" Cartman cut him off

"Oh hamburgers, this is gonna be a true nightmare…" He said as he covered his eyes with his hands

"Pffff relax Butters, most of the actual horror films and slashers really suck these days, this will be nothing…" Kenny assured him.

"Oh boy, you'll see…"

"Cartman, I don't think this is a good election, I have been reading the summary on Wikipedia, but it doesn't convince me…" Kyle told him

"Oh great Kyle, are you the racist now around here?" Cartman pointed him

"Cartman… How the hell am I gonna be racist for a movie I haven't even watched first?" Kyle asked him angrily

"Because you saw the portrait of the movie and you noticed that all the principal protagonists are black and, of course, you and your stupid delusional mind tended to react at it as if it was something "bad". How racist can you sometimes be huh Kyle? I can't believe it! Sorry everybody, let's ignore the stupid madman of Kyle! He has just come here to ruin the spectacle for us…" Cartman said as he finally selected the movie from Netflix.

"Ugh, that doesn't even make any f*cking sense Cartman!" Kyle responded him angrily, but he was suddenly interrupted by his best friend.

"(*Sigh), Can you two please knock it off already? The movie is about to start…" Stan said tired of his friends' discussions.

Kyle looked at him confused, but then he stopped in order to not start another dumb argument with Cartman himself.

"Let 's…" Cartman finally said.

Everybody was finally quiet as the opening of the movie was the only thing resonating in the living room. Kyle watched from both of his sides. His friends were watching the screen except for him. Maybe he should have done the same, just forget about everything that happened before and enjoy the movie with his friends.

However, something was still upsetting him. That's when he noticed that one of the windows of the living room had its curtains opened, leading to all the street from tonight at discovery.

Was he gonna let his pressure of being watched bitter that night?

No, he wasn't…

"Um guys?"

"Oh jeez, what could he possibly ever want now…" Cartman sighed tired of him

"Can we like… close the curtains?" Kyle asked them.

"Why?" Stan asked him

"Well, you know… For better immersion?" Kyle tried to dissimulate

"Whatever. If that makes you shut up for once, then do it. God…" Cartman responded him coldly

While Kyle was frowning him he went to the window and closed its curtains after taking a quick peek outside, just in case "something" was out there.

"No shadows on the coast. Perfect…" He said as he closed the curtains and returned with his pals.

After this, the main 5 were just watching the whole film, with the silent night accompanying their ambience. They laughed, Butters screamed of fear, Cartman pretended a lot of times to scare them, you know, the usual.

But at least, Kyle finally felt a little bit of peace and calm he hadn't gained during all that day. Just staying there and enjoying a good time alongside his friends Stan…

Cartman…

Kenny…

Butters…

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Shadows who embraced the cold from outside while they watched their house from far away...

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