Tweek's eyes fluttered open as he took in his surroundings. He was laying back against a plush pillow in a bright loft apartment, the sun had finally broken through the clouds. He sneezed many times in a row and groaned as he looked down at his arm in a sling. Panic set in.
"W-what the hell happened? Oh god, I'm going to lose my arm!" Tweek's anxious ranting was interrupted again by another sneeze.
"Bless you." Came Craig's voice as he appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. He held a cup of coffee in his hand, shirtless with his dark hair tousled just so.
Emotion welled up in Tweek all he could do was make a series of unintelligible sheiks at the sight of his lost love in that sunny apartment. "Craig? How…" he started as Craig grabbed a tray to place in front of Tweek.
"I survived and got a good deal. Now we don't have to worry anymore. Here take this." Craig passed a few bottles of pills to Tweek.
His eyes widened as he looked over the label. "What are you giving me?"
"Tweek, calm down. They're pain meds, antibiotics, muscle relaxers, good stuff they say. We don't have to worry anymore." Craig said as he took his own cup of coffee and climbed into bed next to Tweek.
"Don't have to worry? Our home was destroyed, all our friends killed, I was thrown in prison for weeks and you don't want to worry." Tweek ignored the pill bottles but took the coffee cup with his shaking hands.
"I mean, I hated all those guys and I thought you did too. It was always work and stupidity with being a superhero, when I just wanted to live comfortably with you." Craig reached over to gently hug Tweek, putting his head on his shoulder just like old times.
"I mean that's their whole lives…. gone. It could happen to me, to you, to any of us." Tweek brought the mug to his lips, taking a big inhale before gulping it down. "This coffee tastes like it was made at our cafe."
"Yeah I know, I made it. I also made bread from your mom's recipe. Look." Craig pointed to the perfectly crispy grilled cheese sandwich on the tray. "Eat something."
Tweek's eyes searched the warm apartment for any kind of camera or recording device. "They could be after us, if they saw we got away."
"Clam down, you're still messed up from prison. I'm pissed off they kicked your ass and let you get sick. I told them to go easy on you." Criag said as he pulled the tray over to Tweek.
"What do you mean?" Tweek felt his stomach twist but let out a few more sneezes that rattled his already stressed out body.
Craig turned to look Tweek dead in the eyes. "I'm going to tell you the truth but you have to promise not to freak out."
"Not freak out? How can you expect me to not freak out? Gah." Tweek put the coffee cup down as he went into another sneezing fit and wiped his nose roughly on his sleeve. "I haven't felt this terrible since…ever."
Craig sat and let Tweek get his anxiety out, Tweek taking ragged panicked breaths while Craig held him. He kept his arms around him to give him the security he needed. "I let the controlled zone have access to our powers."
Tweek's eyes widened as he broke free from Craig's embrace to turn and face him. "You did what?"
"We got these powers but I didn't want that responsibility. So I let them take the powers in exchange for an easy life." Craig gestured to the apartment around them. "We can have a simple life together. Since I left I've been here playing video games, watching tv and cooking your recipes."
"So you killed everyone?" Tweek scooted away from him, his body shaking even if the apartment was warm.
"No…just the Coon. Always hated that fat asshole, you know everyone said I was doing the world a favor." Craig says nonchalantly, as if he was talking about burning the toast with breakfast that morning.
"Craig…did you bomb the apartments? Everyone is dead. Did you do that?" Tweek asks in terror at who he thought his boyfriend was capable of.
"No…I didn't. Promise. I just let them have the opportunity to get at the superheroes to collect their powers. Something must have gone wrong with the collection, but that's why I sent you away." Craig said as he got out of bed now to pour Tweek another cup of coffee.
"That night, the guards came and took me to prison. The night building exploded and killed everyone." Tweek sneezed again and cautiously took the hot cup of coffee. His hands were still shaking.
"I hid all the coffee in the apartment to send you on an errand, since I knew they would evacuate everyone." Craig continued. "Again, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner and I'm pissed off at the prison for treating you so badly. But relax Tweek, everything is going to be okay." Craig pushed the tray of food and medicine at Tweek once more.
Tweek hesitated before he grabbed a bottle of medicine and popped a few pills, drinking them down with the coffee. He layed back in bed, still feeling sore and terrible. He wiped his nose on his sleeve again as he shivered.
Craig got back in bed next to him and put his arms around his boyfriend in a tight embrace. "Remember when we would lay around in the old crappy apartment and talk about how nice and simple our lives would be if the apocalypse didn't happen? That we didn't have to use our powers and why were we even fighting with the controlled zone?"
"Yeah?" Tweek said as he shivered under the blanket, waiting for the meds to take hold.
"They were fighting for access to our powers and resources. I was tired of being a superhero and just wanted to relax. Have a life I always wanted, so I let them do what they wanted if you and I were spared. Now look at where we are. Isn't it nice?" Craig said as he started to play with Tweek's hair.
"You didn't have to kill everyone. It feels like going against everything we stood for." Tweek shivered as Craig took his hand, interlacing his fingers.
"I didn't even like those guys, you didn't either and I was tired of always having to be around them. Here I can do whatever I want. They say I'm the boss but I mostly hide up here." Craig continued. "Besides, they let me have the car of my dreams for helping them. Can't wait to take you for a ride."
Tweek let out a deep breath, trying to relax and let Craig's confession wash over him. Or maybe it was the meds he took. He shivered under the blankets and let out the occasional cough and sneeze, worried his beloved who was holding him wasn't actually a monster, as he fell into a blackened sleep.
Kyle kept running in the forest between Middle Park and home, his face red and breath coming out in puffs. He dragged Butters along behind him, who was confused and sniffling. His hands were still in handcuffs.
"Stop, stop. Where are we going? Are you going to kill me?" Butters asked through sniffles and sobs.
"What? No but they might kill us if we're caught. Come on!" Kyle took Butters by the shoulder to try and keep going. They trudged through the snow, as the wind swirled around them and hit them directly in the face with fresh bitter snowflakes.
"I can't keep going, it's too cold." Butters said through chattering teeth as he shook his handcuffed hands uselessly and leaned against a tree.
"Come on, the farm is a little further and if we get stuck out here we'll freeze overnight." Kyle pushed forward in the snow storm and tried to hustle Butters along with him.
"I can't, just leave me." Butters stopped to sink to his knees, his handcuffed hands covering his face.
"I'm not going to give up on you. Sorry, even if you're trying to give up on yourself." Kyle reached to grab Butters to get him up but a bolt of electricity came out in an arc from Butters' hands.
Kyle yelled as Butters cried out in pain, the current burning his wrists but causing a dim glow in the dark snowy night. Kyle felt himself knocked back, trying to grip his bags of medical supplies, worried Butters is going to be another patient to tend to. When he finally got up Kyle could see a dim glow in between them. Something coming off of Butters' hands.
Warmth.
"Ooohh." Butters said as he held his hands out as a ball of electricity pulsed and glowed. Kyle ran up to him and puts his hands out to try and warm up.
"Butters, I didn't know you could do this." Kyle says as he took in the light and warmth Butters had just created.
"I didn't know I could either, I think the handcuffs are helping. I'm like Elsa from Frozen." Butters grinned as he put his face forward into the mini electric heater he created and sent little sparks up into the darkened night sky.
"Only you would think of something from Disney." Kyle said as he took in the warmth. "But this is nice, have you always been able to do this? It could come in handy if we're stuck out here."
"No never, I could confuse people and zap them. But ever since I let them look at my powers they've been changing." Butters says as he shoots another bolt of electricity up to the sky. It exploded into a storm of twinkling bolts among the cloudy and snowy night.
"Watch it, don't want to let the wrong people see it and get us caught. But it is nice, like fireworks." Kyle put down his heavy bag and took a seat under a tree, for a moment's rest. For the first time in what felt like ages, he cracked a smile as he looked up at the night sky with Butters.
Stan felt an electric shock go through his head. Like he had been hit in the eye with a bolt of lightning. Fuck, he already lost his girlfriend and his legs, he hoped he wasn't going blind on top of it. He layed back against the pillows as Kenny sat at the foot of the bed playing with Stan's old PlayStation.
"You okay dude? Stumps acting up?" Kenny asked, his eyes not moving from the tv screen.
"I guess, I have this headache. Like something is pulling from behind my eye." Stan rolled over in bed, his arm hitting his glasses that were placed off to the side.
"Shit you were hurt worse than I thought. Or are you missing Kyle?" Kenny said as he lightly bumped Stan with his shoulder as he finally set the controller down.
"Watch it…I'm sensitive. Everything still hurts." Stan looked down at the legs his inherited superpowers helped him build. No, that Wendy helped him build. Kenny was a welcome sight back, Clyde was useless as ever but Bebe made up for it by being helpful. Making sure Stan ate, stayed hydrated, and that he didn't stay in bed all day feeling sorry for himself. But he had a hole in his heart knowing Wendy was gone forever.
He didn't want her death to be in vain.
Stan had been trying to rely on his intuition more these days, some guiding force was pushing him in the right direction to try. He'd like to think it was Wendy and wherever she had ended up was watching over him. His eyes fell to his yellow safety glasses and with one last push through the pain he grabbed them and slipped them on. Blinking in the corner of his eye he could see a flare going up through the woods outside.
"Someone's coming." Stan said, sitting up.
"Should I ask for backup?" Kenny's voice took on his gruff Mysterion tone whenever his nerves were on edge. He was ready for whatever fucker was coming to ruin the peace at the farm.
Stan was silent as he tried to gauge who was calling and what they wanted. All he could feel was surges of electricity from a few miles away. "Yeah, get Clyde out of bed, let's take the snow plow over to where it's coming from. Be prepared if it's another fight."
"You sure you're up for it, Stan? Don't want you getting hurt again if you're not at full strength yet." Kenny said as he reached for his cloak and mask.
"I have to go, how else would you know where the person is? Besides, I think they're friendly. Maybe Kyle is finally coming back." Stan said as he hoisted himself out of bed, ignoring the pain and stood up on his mechanical legs.
"If it's Kyle he's not friendly to be around." Kenny smirked as he hands over Stan's coat. "Come on, let's get Clyde."
There was a rhythmic thumping coming from Stan's parents' old room that Clyde and Bebe took over. Kenny rolled his eyes, whispering "I can't believe it's fucking Clyde being the only one getting laid around here."
Stan flipped Kenny off as he knocked loudly on the door. "Come on Clyde, get your ass up. We have to leave."
"Stan has a weird feeling and sees sparks in the forest. Let's go check it out." Kenny called through the door.
Some grumbling and hushed tones before Clyde stepped out of the bedroom zipping up his pants. "I was doing something."
"That's not a nice thing to call Bebe." Kenny remarked as she shot him a death glare and covered herself with the quilt.
"Come on, someone might be trying to call for help and we need all the support we can get." Stan said as he moved on his metal legs to make his way down stairs.
Kenny took a peek in the bedroom before being shooed out by Bebe as they walked down the stairs behind Stan.
"I'm worried about what's out there." Clyde said as he shrugged on his jacket.
The three battered superheroes loaded up on the old snowmobile as they drove out the safety of the gates of Tegrity Farms and towards the sparks shooting up through the barren trees.
Kenny drove with Stan behind him to navigate, Clyde holding up the rear sitting in a little cart attached to the back, looking for danger so he could send poison out if they were attacked.
Stan took a deep breath and pushed his power forward, looking for the blip of electricity out there in the woods. He was happy for the backup in case it was someone bad, but he had a feeling whoever was out there needed help.
Kyle sat next to Butters watching as his sparks were getting weaker and weaker. He could see Butters' eyes starting to droop so he reached over to try and shake him awake. He wasn't sure when was the last time Butters had a meal, being reminded by his own growling stomach he also hadn't eaten. "Come on, dude. Don't pass out on me."
"I want to keep making fireworks, Kyle." Butters mumbled as he laid back against a tree. "But I'm awfully sleepy."
"No way, not going to leave you behind." Kyle looked at his pockets and bags, weighted down with desperately needed supplies. His life had been getting progressively worse and he didn't have powers to help in any little way. He crouched down. "Butters get on my back."
"You're gonna give me a piggyback ride, Kyle?" Butters asked from his slumped position.
"Yeah I guess I am, don't be too stupid about it."
Kyle bent his knees as Butters climbed up on his back, wrapping his arms around his neck. He gritted his teeth as he took a few steps forward. Butters was scrawny and short, but the extra dead weight wasn't helping as Kyle's many bags and pockets were weighed down with supplies. Snow sprinkled down and the wind whipped against Kyle's body as he trudged through the forest. He held two cross body bags filled to the brim with pills, bandages and a few bits of medical equipment such as thermometers, IV starter kits, and stethoscopes. The pockets held paper work, more pills and potions, and info on what the hell they were doing to the prisoners. Around his belt were books, ones on medicine, wound care, and of course the human sexuality book. That one was carefully tucked away in the very back of his pants in case anyone saw it. The last thing he wanted was a bunch of weird questions about himself when there was plenty to worry about with the explosion and prison sentence.
Kyle took a deep breath, frozen air filling his lungs as he started in the direction of Tegrity Farms. He was doing all this in the name of being a superhero, even without powers, but it felt terribly selfish to be worrying about his sexuality. He always liked to say if things were normal, but when had life ever been normal? Growing up in an apocalypse, love and sex seemed selfish to worry about.
Yet it wouldn't leave his mind. Maybe it was a dumb worry to cling to when everything else was a life or death situation. He didn't have the luxury of selfishness here, but carrying his childhood friend on his back, hoping they both survive. Well, he could dream. Putting a label on not having sexual attraction was freeing in a world where Kyle felt so trapped.
He heard a rustling in the trees as the velvet blackness of the night as a beam of light sliced through the darkness.
"Oh shit." Kyle did his best to hide from whoever was coming.
Stan held his head down against the blizzard as they drove through the woods on the snowmobile to wherever the sparks were coming from.
"Go left, Kenny." He said as the wind whipped at him, making his legs burn in pain. He wiped his face as he held on.
"Screw this, I bet I can find it better if I fly." Clyde piped up from the back.
"No dude, just wait until we know who it is." Kenny called back, but it was too late.
Clyde started to buzz as his wings fluttered open behind him and he rose in the sky to look around.
Stan rolled his eyes. "I liked him better in the coma, less trouble." He said to Kenny as he kept searching out in the direction the sparks were coming from.
"Yeah asshole, hear that? Don't get killed again, I don't want to drag you back." Kenny yelled up as Clyde zoomed around the sky among the snow that kept pouring down on them.
Kyle snapped his head up. That voice, it sounded like Mysterion! His friends were around- but far away. He tried to shake Butters awake. "Butters, make more sparks. We're gonna get rescued."
Butters head just fell forward unresponsive, Kyle propped him against a tree, pulling his head back by his hair and slapping him a few times to wake him up. He exhaled sharply before putting his coat sleeves over his hands and grabbing Butters by the wrists to make him clap and more sparks to fly out.
"Come on…come on." Kyle held Butters' arms above his head and clapped his hands together, hoping the sparks would come out again. Trying to ignore the burn marks appearing around Butters' wrists.
Clyde flew over the trees, but not losing sight of Stan and Kenny below. It felt good to be out and on his own. Freedom. Whatever that darkness had been when he was comatose, the creeping stillness on the edge of the unknown…. Well, Clyde never wanted to see that edge again. He sniffed and held back a few tears. Heros didn't cry, that's what his friends always told him. It had been hard to be happy in such a rough world, superpowers or not.
But Clyde found a reason to live in Bebe's sweet, soft embrace. He couldn't help but smile thinking about her. His curvy dream girl, former childhood girlfriend, and his new reason to keep going. He was looking forward to getting back to their bedroom with her when he was almost knocked out of the sky by a zap of electrical current.
Kyle was desperately trying to clap Butters hands to make sparks, feeling utterly ridiculous that he was relying on this for their survival. Also feeling equally bad that Butters handcuffs were probably fucking up his wirsts worse. Missing his own superpowers so he could put a protective barrier around him to help.
"Goddamnit." Kyle stopped and layed Butters on his side, taking a look at the locks on the handcuffs to see if he could open them up. He dug through his pockets looking for anything to unlock them, or at least help Butters wake up. He found some ointment and bandages in his bag to try and help the burns on Butters' wrists. The only thing that might help wake Butters up would be a bottle of allergy medicine delivered with a squirt bottle to the nose. Kyle uncapped it and pulled Butters into a sitting position. Butters' head lolled forward as Kyle grabbed Butters by the tuft of his hair and sprayed the allergy medication into his nostril.
Butters eyes flew open as his body jumped up, shooting sparks flying out of his hands, narrowly missing Kyle as they shot into the night sky.
"Hey, watch it!" A nasally voice came as Kyle looked up in shock to not only see Mosquito flying above them, but his swarm surrounding them.
"Help! I must be hallucinating but we need some help here!" Kyle called up as he went to hoist Butters on his back again.
Mosquito looked down at Kyle, eyes wide as he zipped over to where they were hiding behind a tree. "We've been looking for you. Toolshed saw your sparks."
"Aww, Toolshed. I'm happy you're back as well, Mosquito. It's been…rough." Kyle smiles, even with Butters on his back he feels a big weight lifted off his shoulders.
"I'm sending out mosquitos to find the rest of our team to help you, hold tight." Mosquito snapped his long proboscis back onto his nose and flew around in a circle until the cloud little black bugs took off through the forest.
Toolshed was still concentrating on where the hell Mosquito went as Kenny kept driving, going slowly as to not hit a tree as the surrounding woods got more dense. Can't risk another accident or death. A black cloud started to form in front of them, blocking out the moon and the light from the snowmobile in the direction they were going.
"What the fuck is that? Toolshed do you see this?" Mysterion called over his shoulder as he slowed down.
"Smoke? No, looks like." Stan let out a disgusted yell as a mosquito landed on his hand and started to try and bite him. He slapped it off.
"Fucking Mosquito. I'm gonna follow the swarm, watch yourself." Mysterion put his head down to block the disgusting view of the bugs as he kept going forward through the woods.
Stan shut his eyes again to follow the trail of where Mosquito ended up. Whatever was on the other side was calling to him, missing a puzzle piece in the equation. Alive and thriving just like a heartbeat, they drove closer through the thickets before Kenny stopped and killed the engine.
"Need help off the snowplow?" Kenny asked, holding his hand out.
"Nah, gotta do it myself." Stan held his hands to try and get off, gritting his teeth in pain. He took a sharp intake of breath. "Go ahead, Mysterion. I'll catch up."
"If you say so, Toolshed." Mysterion stepped into the clearing, following the buzzing trail of mosquitos down a steep ravine until he saw two figures standing near a tree. Quick as a flash Mysterion hopped up into a tree, using his acrobatic skills as silently as he could to approach without being seen.
Kyle was walking with Clyde, still trying to get his bearings as he carried Butters on his back. Stupid Clyde couldn't be bothered to help Kyle carry their childhood friend. He stopped when he spotted something climbing the tree.
Kenny blinked until a grin spread on his face. He jumped down right in front of the group, starting Kyle so he dropped Butters and making Clyde cry.
"You fucking asshole! You're going to give me a heart attack!" Kyle went up to punch Mysterion in the shoulder before he went to hug his friend.
"Good to see you again." Mysterion said, briefly breaking character to laugh.
"God I have so much to tell you, Middle Park is totally fucked up. I fucking saw…" Kyle sputtered as he handed Butters over to Mysterion.
"Let's get you back to the farmhouse, you can rest and tell us everything. Good to have you back, man." Kenny grinned as he picked Butters up to take him back to the snow mobile.
Stan managed to get himself off the seat and stood watch at the edge of the area Kenny had disappeared into. His tools in his hands were ready to defend himself even if the feelings he was getting from the sparks were friendly. Could never be too careful the way things were right now.
The snow gave way to a stillness in the night. Nothing but Stan's cold breath and the pounding of his heart. Something was out there.
In a moment something grabbed him from behind. In Stan's panic he started his drill up as sparks shot from his hands. Another power of Wendy's he inherited.
Kyle was knocked back once again from the blast. He groaned and held his side. "Damn, remind me not to try and hug you." He said from the ground.
"Kyle?" Stan reached out a hand to help his best friend up. "Never thought I'd see you again, don't sneak up on me, asshole." He punched Kyle in the shoulder and went in to give him a hug.
"I'm glad you're walking again, Stan. I'm sorry I was away for so long. Fuck I have so much to tell you." Kyle looked as Kenny and Clyde approached carrying Butters between him.
"Let's get back to the farmhouse and safety before we're caught." Kenny said, loading Butters into the back of the sled. "It's fucking cold and dangerous out here."
Kyle hugged Stan once more, happy for a reunion with his friends.
Back at the Tegrity Farms kitchen table, Kyle spread out all the medical supplies and other goodies he has managed to steal from the controlled zone. He was handing off a blood pressure cuff to Bebe who was trying to practice on Clyde.
"Hey hold still." Bebe scolded her boyfriend.
"You're squeezing it too tight, it hurts." Clyde cried as he shifted and squirmed in his seat.
Kyle sat at the table next to Stan, making sure Stan had enough antibiotics to help him with his healing process. He took out some paperwork he stole, tossing the thick folder along with the pills and bandages. He pulled little folded up slips of paper from his pockets, dropping them on the table like the snow falling outside. "I saw Craig."
"Craig? But he was one we buried? I think we did- it was all a blur that night." Stan groans as Bebe gave up on Clyde and pushed a cup of water at him to take his pills.
"No, I thought he might have been among those who drowned in the bottom, like Kenny…sorry dude." Kyle said as he stacked books up on the table.
"Not my first time, not my last." Kenny grumbled before he reached for a book. "Hmm, human sexuality. Any hot girls in here?" He opened the middle of the book and turned it to the side.
"No centerfold?" Clyde said as Bebe glared and poked him in his sore arm. "Ow, sorry."
Kyle's cheeks were red. "Just thought it could help." He turned it over in his head about discovering asexuality and coming out to his friends, but his mind went to something else. "I think Craig was working for whoever is imprisoning everyone. I just don't know why."
"Because he's an assole?" Stan offered, showing his tongue to the table that he did take all his medication. "He let everyone die….he let Wendy die."
Kenny tossed the sexuality book to the side as he reached for the little pieces of paper, unfolding and smoothing them out to get a look at them. His brow creased as he pulled more papers to look over some plans.
Bebe let go of Clyde and reached over to grab a sheet. "What is this? It looks like some kind of xray machine." She peered over the paper as Kyle unwrapped another one.
Butters appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he clutched a blanket around him, his hands bandaged. "What you fellas doin'? Got anything to drink?"
Bebe started to get up but Kyle stopped her. "I'll do it, you do enough around here. Do you want some tea, Butters? Or some warm milk."
"Warm milk is good, I can get back to sleep." Butters yawned as he took a seat at the table. "What ya lookin at?"
Kyle brings over the plans to show Butters. "Have you seen something like this when you were captured?"
Butters eyebrows knitted together in concentration. "They would be nicer to me once they took me for a checkup."
"What kind of checkup?" Kenny asked, still shuffling through the paperwork to sort it.
Butters was taken aback at the faces of his childhood friends staring at him with stony expressions. "They wanted to look at my superpowers. They put me in this big machine and then told me they'd make me sleep. So I went to sleep and then I woke up and my powers were different."
Kyle put the cup of milk in front of Butters and sat back down. "I saw they kept a bunch of our team's bodies in a morgue. I saw Jimmy, Tolkien, Wendy… sorry dude."
Stan looked down sadly before he frowned. "So they want to take our powers and kill us? What would that solve?"
"They say that they can take superpowers and distribute them to those without powers. But whatever that
the machine is doing, it's not working. I stumbled upon a hospital wing and it was horrible. Worse than here, sick and dying kids who wanted to try and get powers." Kyle said as his hands tightened on the papers he was looking over.
"Dougie." Butters said as he sipped from his glass, a milk mustache appearing on his face. "Did you see Dougie? He was so excited to have actual powers but he got hurt pretty bad. I don't want him to die too."
Stan pounded a fist on the table. "I say we go into that prison right now and free everyone. Then take those responsible and burn that place to the ground."
"I don't know Stan, it's a weird hierarchy in that prison. The inmates hate the guards and the guards don't care. It was hard to even do my job." Kyle said as he smoothed out more papers.
"Then let the prisoners riot! You can let them out and show them what's been happening behind closed doors. Stage a big protest." Stan continued. "We can't let those assholes get away with killing everyone, letting Craig sell us out. They took Wendy and they took my legs. I can't sit by and let such evil people get away with it."
Kyle took a deep breath before he finally relented. "I'm with you man. I can go back to my job and try to take it down from the inside, powers or none."
"Holy shit." Kenny said as he finally pulled out a file with his own name. "Listen to this. Subject Mysteiron aka Kenny McCormick. Powers are coming back from the dead. It's a coveted power and possibly the key to not having test subjects perishing after getting powers…. Fuck they want me."
"They want to kill you, so you can prevent others from dying…." Bebe said quietly as she put an arm around Clyde.
"Yeah I was able to go into the abyss and pull Clyde back….they don't know how my powers work. How could they? I can't pull back fully dead people." Kenny leaned back in his seat and caught Stan's eye. "Sorry, dude."
"I want revenge. I still say we start a riot. Agreed?" Stan said as he put his hand in the middle of the table.
"I'll do it to destroy that machine. Not let people keep suffering. Tear down the system and all that punk shit. Agreed." Kenny put his hand on top of Stan's.
"Agreed." Bebe said as she put her hand in. "I'm not a superhero, but I'll help as much as I can. Those people trapped deserve to live happy lives."
"I'm in if Bebe is in. I'll protect you." Clyde put his hand in. "Agreed."
Butters drank the last of his milk and wiped his mouth. "We have to save Dougie….and everyone else. Agreed."
All eyes were on Kyle, his head swam at the thought of going back. A full riot? Break the machine? Free all the prisoners? Help those who were beaten down by the system? Come out of the closet? He took a deep breath before he put a hand in the circle.
"Agreed."