Kyle awoke to the sound of a siren blaring and pounding at his door. He rolled out of bed and slipped on the dull gray jumpsuit, buttoning it up as he made his way out the door for his first shift as a prison guard. No breakfast rations, Kyle's stomach rumbled as found himself in another long and impossibly complicated line to check in for work. He held his breath as he showed his fake ID and work documents before "Alex" was allowed to enter the prison. The door slammed behind him with a sharp metallic clang. Kyle gulped as he looked around the prison, feeling intimidated. Like he was a prisoner himself- In a way he was. Best not to get caught.
"And here is general pop." The head guard, Adam gestured to the cell block. Kyle blinked, a little overwhelmed at the rows of inmates leering at him from behind the bars. Their ages ranged from teenagers around his age, to very young-looking kids.
"What did they do to get locked up?" Kyle asked, feeling terrible at how young everyone looked.
"Oh, usual things, fighting, resisting arrest, theft, caught spreading superhero propaganda. Usual terrible stuff." Adam said as they continued down a cold corridor.
One kid behind the bars leaned his face in. He gave a little grin at Kyle. Kyle felt bad that this kid looked like he belonged in middle school. "Hey dude." Kyle waved before the kid's grin darkened and he hocked a wad of spit out in Kyle's direction.
"Halt prisoner!" The lead guard said, banging a stick against the bars. "You pull that again you're looking at solitary, Morris."
The boy moved back into his cell, darkness swallowing him as the guard hurried along. As The Human Kite, Kyle was used to being loved and admired as a superhero. He looked down at his prison guard uniform and hated what he had been forced into. He half wanted to pummel that kid, half wanted to help, or even just explain everything. But his friends needed medical supplies and Kyle would play along as the good little prison guard if it meant sufficient supplies for his loved ones.
"Here is the mess hall, you have to be careful with fights breaking out, that's the yard for exercise, same with breaking up fights. The library and laundry are over there. Gotta look out for inmates fucking in there." Adam passes a huge locked door.
"What's that?" Kyle asked, hoping he wouldn't have to break up some fight or orgy.
"You don't need to worry about that. It's admin and medical. You're not authorized there until you're deemed trustworthy. Now breakfast is at 8:30, lunch is at noon, dinner is at 6:30."
Kyle internally cursed, it would be a pain in the ass to gain clearance to be able to access medical supplies. His eyes scanned around the prison for any side doors or entrances he could slip through unnoticed. This had been a lot easier when he had the power to fly. "What do I have to do to gain access?"
"You keep your mouth shut and do as you're told until they pick you. I should be up for promotion any day now." Adam says gruffly as they step out into the yard.
"What happens when you get promoted?" Kyle asks as another inmate yells 'fucking pig' as Adam bangs on the cell's bars.
"I can move out of the barracks and get my own apartment. Get a TV or even a computer. Might get to use the internet once in a while, have a place to myself. It'll be sweet." The other boy grins.
Fuck. Even the guards were prisoners themselves. Kyle couldn't imagine the roommates he had been assigned to acting as cruel as Adam on the job. Why was everyone playing along and doing their jobs for promises of better stuff in the future? Were they just following orders or scared? Kyle stops walking and asks out of earshot of the prisoners. "Before all this, do you remember? What were you like as a kid?"
Adam freezes in place and frowns. "Why would you ask a stupid question like that, Alex?"
"I mean, we're going to be coworkers. Would be nice to get to know you." Kyle said, hopeful his smile would recover him from the probing question.
"Soccer and anime. That was my life as a kid. Wouldn't mind getting on the internet for an hour to even download and watch a few episodes of My Hero Academia."
"Oh yeah, isn't that a show about superheroes?" Kyle smiled trying to get some sense of who Adam was.
Adam's soft expression turned into a glare at Kyle. "Don't mention those words here. Don't know who's listening. I want to watch to know how to take those punks down. Fucking entitled bastards just handed superpowers and do what they want. I want to destroy everyone who ever had superpowers."
"Right." Kyle said sadly as he continued to follow Adam on the tour of their new prison.
Bebe screamed in terror and then happiness as she went to hug Clyde. "Oh my god, what the hell? You're okay?" She hugs him tight as she bursts into tears.
Clyde yawned as he accepted Bebe's hug. "What happened? My head hurts."
"I don't know, one minute you were in a coma, not going to make it and now." Bebe wipes her tears away and hugs Clyde again, landing a kiss on his cheek. "What happened to make you wake up?"
"It was Kenny, he did something. Pushed me back in the right direction." Clyde said as he put a hand on his stomach.
Bebe pushed away from Clyde and ran back into Shelly's room to find Kenny's body nowhere to be found. "He used his powers to bring you back. What the hell." Bebe sunk to her knees.
"Maybe Kenny can give me back my legs." Stan said from his bed. "Or maybe bring back Wendy."
Clyde's eyes widened as he finally took in the extent of Stan's injuries. "Holy shit, Toolshed, what happened?"
Stan blinked back a tear as he looked at the ceiling. "Someone blew up our apartments, the whole building collapsed. You were one of the few alive- just severely injured. I went to try and get Wendy, but she was gone, everyone else was gone. The floor bottomed out and I was trapped. Kite thought it was a good idea to cut off my legs rather than then let me die with Wendy. Now I'm trapped in hell."
Bebe comes back in her hazed state to hug Clyde again. "I'm so happy you're okay, you can help me take care of Stan, until Kyle comes back."
Clyde sits numbly in the chair next to Stan's bed. "Everyone is gone. Everyone." His stomach grumbles again.
"It's a lot to take in, I know. You can stay with Stan, and I'll warm you up some soup." Bebe kisses him on the forehead and leaves the room.
Several moments of silence pass with Clyde and Stan in the room. Finally, Stan's head rolls over to him. "When Kenny brought you back, did you see anyone else?"
"Yeah, a bunch of tall gorgeous women wanting to welcome him into heaven." Clyde said, wiping away a tear and he looked down at his body.
"Kenny, that bastard." Stan huffs. "I mean, you didn't see anyone else who passed on?"
Clyde shakes his head. "I'm sorry I didn't."
"Fuck." Stan pushes himself up painfully, moving his ruined legs until he is sitting up. "That means…she's gone. But if she's gone, why is this happening?" Stan holds out a hand and concentrates.
Bebe is downstairs heating up the vegetable soup on the stove. The ladle in the pot as well as the spoons set out start to rise and go upstairs into Stan's hand. "My mom is gone but being back here I can command her cooking tools. My dad is gone, but I can command his power tools. Now this…"
Clyde watches in shock as Stan shuts his eyes and pushes his power forward. The walls shake slightly before a cell phone lights up, the computer turns on and the TV shows static. "What does it mean?"
"I have power over my mom and dad's tools, and now Wendy's." Stan sniffs as he opens up the phone and looks through it, pulling up photos of the two of them. "She's truly gone but left me in charge to restore communication."
"That's a good thing?" Clyde asked, getting up to shut off the TV.
"Just means I'm on my own, lost my legs, lost my heart. I don't know how I can do it." Stan puts his hands to his face, moaning in pain.
Bebe walks up now with a tray of three bowls of soup. "Stop it now Stan, no more feeling sorry for yourself." She hands a bowl to Clyde and puts the other on Stan's bedside. "Wendy knew she was a goner and gave you her powers to benefit society. Consider yourself lucky."
"This is lucky?" Stan gestures to his legs.
Bebe is taking a bite of her soup but glares at him. "Yes, because you're alive, you still have your powers, it sucks but you can recover from it."
"Do you think…" Clyde says between bites of soup. "If Stan inherited Wendy's powers that I got some new powers as well?"
Bebe nearly drops her spoon. "I don't know. Do you feel any different?"
Clyde sets his bowl of soup aside. "How would I know?"
"Mine appeared when I was knocked out from those drugs." Stan gestured to the black bag.
"You're both lucky, you have your powers to save people. I'm just an ordinary girl taking care of you." Bebe sighs as she sips more of the soup.
"That's not true at all. All three of us would be dead if you weren't here taking care of us, making sure there's food and giving us medicine. You're more heroic than either of us." Clyde puts a hand on Bebe's, smiling at her.
Bebe can't help herself, falling into Clyde's warm brown eyes and how cute that smile was. "Thank you."
Stan rolled his eyes and threw his blanket over his head, turning his back to Clyde and Bebe to look over photos of him and Wendy.
"Yard time." The guard called gruffly through Tweek's cell as he sat up. He almost wanted to ignore the call and put his arm over his head to block out the light and noise. If I just pretend, I'm asleep maybe he'll go away. Tweek thought to himself before the door was unlocked and the guard jostled Tweek up and on his feet.
"Don't touch me!" Tweek exclaimed as the guard threw a thick jacket at him.
"Need your exercise, boss' orders." The guard retorted back.
Tweek grumbled and held his hands to his pounding head as he was shuffled out to the yard. He blinked in the early morning sunshine as he was left on the cold yard under the piles of snow. It was drab and dreary to match Tweek's constant anxiety, his only reminder of the life he had before. Always anxious and constantly feeling like a fuck up. He hadn't had coffee all day and his body felt worn out and achy even if the anxiety remained.
He spied Butters and Dougie in the corner, sitting at a rusted metal picnic table. Dougie had a grin on his face as he moved his hands around, glowing hot Legos flying from his fingertips providing much needed warmth this cold morning. Tweek made his way over to his newfound allies, shivering with his arms clasped around him as he approached the Legos.
"That's awfully neat, General Disarray." Butters was saying. "You always wanted superpowers and they gave 'em to you."
"Watch this." Dougie grinned as he pushed his power further to make the hot pile of Legos grow bigger, towering over them, making Tweek hyper aware how small it made him feel.
A red-hot Lego fell from the top of the tower, Tweek yelped and jumped back. "Watch it, don't set me on fire!" He said even with his hands warmed by the glowing Legos, he gripped his hair to check it wasn't singed and felt himself pull a little bit out.
"Sorry, I'm just enjoying this. Totally worth it." Dougie aimed his hands at Butters as a swarm of Legos lifted him up until a throne appeared below him. "How's that?"
"Warm and toasty on my bottom." Butters grinned as he settled on the throne and bounced up and down.
Dougie gave a wicked smile. "Wonder if I can make thrones for all of us?"
Tweek looked between the two, Butters dancing on his throne and Dougie rubbing his hands together with a wicked smile as more red-hot Legos poured from his hands.
"I don't want it, it's warm but the guards aren't gonna like it." Tweek put his shaking hands next to the throne to warm himself. His eyes met Butters' as Dougie got to work building another.
"And just what do you think you're doing?" A guard came up, baton in hand.
"N-nothing! Just getting warm." Tweek stammered as he stepped back from the warm Lego pile.
"Just making some thrones, no harm done." Dougie says.
The guard eyed the structure Dougie was making and narrowed his eyes. "Backup! Prisoner trying to escape! Backup!" He uses his baton to start to break Dougie's creations.
Tweek cowers in fear as a group of guards swarm them. One guard knocks Butters off the throne, Butters crying out as he hits the ground. The guards surround Dougie as he holds his hands out to make a wall lava Legos as a futile attempt to save himself. He steps on a platform making it grow taller as fast as he can. "I'll go over the fence, don't try me." Dougie yells out.
"Fucking do something!" The guard yells at Tweek as he holds up his arm over his face to shield the barrage of Legos now raining down on them.
"What do you want me to do?" Tweek asks as he tries to find somewhere in the bare yard to hide.
"We let you keep your powers to help the controlled zone." The guard told him.
"What?" Tweek's eyes bugged out as he watched Dougie climb higher and higher atop his pile of Legos.
"So control him." The guard pushed Tweek forward roughly.
"Gah! Okay, uh Dougie, get down, please?" Tweek shivered in the snowy morning as he looked up at Dougie, making his way higher up the walls.
"Come on with me. We can leave." Dougie says holding a hand out to Tweek as more Legos poured from his hand.
One Lego landed on Tweek's sleeve, leaving a burn mark on his shoulder. Tweek shouted and brushed it off. "Stop it!" He felt a surge of snow and lighting fly from his fingertips, the most energy expelled in a few days as the ground shook. The Lego tower that had sprung up under Dougie quickly disintegrated. Tweek's electricity surged forward knocking Dougie off his perch landing with a sick thud as he landed in the snow.
"Oh Jeeze, I killed him!" Tweek screamed, the hammering of his heart paralyzing him with fear as the guards went to grab Tweek. "No! No! Let me go, check on him." Tweek tried to push the guards off him, calling forth more of his power but nothing was working now. Tweek hung his head in defeat as the guards hoisted him up, his hands handcuffed behind his back. No one was helping Dougie who lay motionless on the ground. The last thing Tweek saw was Butters' worried face as he was led back into the prison.
Tweek gritted his teeth, he was sure they were going to send him straight to the electric chair for killing another prisoner. Instead, he was pulled up into an elevator in the prison, shaking with anger and fear at what his punishment would be.
The elevator dinged, making Tweek jump. He could see he was on the top floor of the prison, the sign reading 'Executive Suite' "W-what are you going to do to me?" Tweek asked.
The guard looks at Tweek and shrugs. "This is where the boss hangs out."
Fuck. Tweek knew he was in serious trouble. He was led to a room, his stomach sinking as the solid steel door was unlocked by the guard and he was let in. He shut his eyes, for sure this room was reserved for the harshest punishments.
Tweek was moved to sit on a bed, surprised at how soft it was. The blanket on top was plush and not rough canvas, it was actually warm in this room. Tweek took a look around at how the cell was furnished more like a small luxury apartment, something he had gotten used to in his past life with Craig. He immediately curled on the bed and threw the blanket over him, trying to warm the chill in his bones. He kept shaking, always shaking as he looked around the room. A nice radiator in the corner keeping the place warm, a shelf filled with games and books in the corner and a window overlooking the drab city that had become the controlled zone.
"Can I get you anything?" The guard asked.
"Coffee." Tweek said shortly as he stared out the window at the gray landscape. He hated this place and wondered if he just jumped out the window, he could end it and go with Craig. He was already trapped in hell.
The door opened up and a tray was placed in the room. Tweek turned around to a full pot of coffee and a tin mug. He rushed over, the soft blanket over his shoulders to fill up the cup with a shaking hand. He brought the coffee to his mouth, inhaled it and took a drink, not caring if his tongue would burn. He half drained the cup before he realized it.
The taste of the coffee came straight from his and Craig's own Tweek Bros. blend. Where the fuck had they gotten ahold of it? "Mother fucks." Tweek looked around the room in case he was being watched before he poured himself another cup.
Kyle walked down the cell block, the inmates trying to get his attention by yelling and trying to grab at him. He bristled a bit but didn't falter, he grew up with his friends ripping on each other and normally he didn't let insults get to him. Even if Cartman actually meant it when he would insult Kyle. He would have to keep his cool, his face half covered with a medical mask. Better to keep his identity hidden as well as healthy while he was stuck out here. His friend's lives depended on it.
"Hey pig. Fucking snitch. What you gonna do?" A kid yelled out from his cell. Kyle chose to just walk away, not before rolling his eyes and sighing, hopefully out of earshot of his current tormentor. He would put in his dues with general population until he figured out where to steal supplies.
He continued his walk down the corridor, looking for any sign of an infirmary or even a first aid kit he could snag for himself. Just bare walls between rows and rows of inmates. Kyle felt sad seeing these kids behind bars.
A scrawny kid with wide blue eyes that reminded him of Stan peeked from behind the bars. "Hey, can you help me?"
Kyle stopped as he looked at the boy. "What's up, kid?"
The boy looked behind him, his hands shaking slightly. "My foot hurts, can I go to the infirmary?"
Kyle raised an eyebrow but tried to not let his expression give him away. "Sure I can take you. How did you hurt it?" He bent down to look at the boy's feet as he went to grab his keys to unlock the door.
"I dunno, it just hurts." The boy said nervously, still looking back.
Without realizing a hand went forward to swipe at the keys in Kyle's hands, but Kyle yanked himself back before they could get the keys away from him. They grabbed the medical mask and Kyle felt exposed as the thin fabric was ripped away. "What the fuck?" He yelled, scrambling to try and put it back on even if the ear loop was now broken.
The boy's cellmate stepped forward, tall and menacing. "You fucked it up, little asshole!" He shoved the kid. He looked down at Kyle and started to laugh. "This dumbass got the best of you, Tyler?"
"I-I'm sorry." The boy said, sniffing back tears. His eyes focused on Kyle, hate in his eyes. "Nice nose, Jew boy."
The larger of the boys broke into a grin and started to laugh. "Ha, we'll remember your face and that ridiculous nose. Your days are numbered here, fucking cop."
Kyle gritted his teeth as he tied a knot in the ear loop and slipped the mask back on. He smacked the bars of the cell as the boys imprisoned kept laughing and yelling insults at him.
"Quiet down!" Came a roar from the guard's station and Kyle quickly scrambled for safety to the room that sat in the middle of the cell block. Two guards sat playing cards, they both looked up as Kyle entered. "What the hell happened?" the first guard asked, bored look on his face.
"That kid said he was hurt, was gonna take him to see the nurse, but it was a trick. They tried to take my keys." Kyle said, taking a seat at the table and taking a deep breath to calm himself down.
The guards started to laugh. "Dude don't let those peons make you feel sorry for them. It's always a trick. We don't have a nurse's office for them."
"So, what do you do if a prisoner is hurt?" Kyle asks, staring at the stack of cards the guards were shuffling.
Both guards looked at him and shrugged.
"So what's the point of having an infirmary? I've heard people talking about it." Kyle sulked in his chair, quickly growing frustrated with no one knowing what to do but not wanting to blow his cover.
"Don't worry about it, newbie. Those are for people in the know. Special prisoners." the guard said as he looked at his cards. "Got any twos?"
"Go fish." The other guard said as he shuffled the cards in front of him. "You get used to it; the job is pretty easy. Your first mistake was feeling sorry for these prisoners. They try that shit on all the newbies, don't let them get to you."
Kyle sat down and blinked. His anger rising, but he didn't need to start fights on his first day of work. "So we do nothing all day?"
"We still have stuff to do. We have to round the prisoners up for lunch or yard time. But that's it. There's a library but that's only under strict supervision, and most prisoners never get that privilege. Anything else has to be approved by the boss."
"Who's the boss?" Kyle leaned forward, curious to unravel who was behind this mysterious place.
Both guards shrugged again. "No idea. No one even knows his name. Some rich dude."
Kyle blinked. "Where is the library located?"
The guard rolled his eyes. "Off in the east of the prison. Are we done now? I want to kick his ass." He slammed down a card making the other guard groan and pick up more cards. "Go fish."
"No thanks you've been…helpful or something." Kyle got up quickly keeping his baton in front of him. He could hear some prisoners shouting slurs at him, but he looked around for the east wing. He knew Cartman was dead, but the way this prison was run seemed like his old nemesis' doing.
No, he wasn't going to fall into that trap again. The Coon's dead rotten body had made the apartment building collapse. No way Cartman was still alive, but even now his memory was taunting Kyle as he settled into this temporary life.
Kyle walked down the corridor, making sure to stay away from the cell of the kids who tried to trick him. He eventually found a door to a long hall and saw a door marked library in old peeling letters. He opened the door, being met with a bunch of dirt and dust going up in a cloud and wrecking hell on his sinuses. He sneezed a few times and rubbed his eyes before adjusting his mask. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he found stacks of books piled up, crammed into the tiny room. It seems no one had touched anything in the room in years. Kyle clicked on his flashlight and grabbed a book, a textbook on math, an anthology on classic literature, another textbook for college biology. A smile appeared on Kyle's face, it was the first time since he lost his home and superpowers that he felt hopeful.
Bebe opened up the pantry in the Tegrity Farm's kitchen and looked around. It was big enough to fit a few people and the shelves weren't quite as bare as her own home had been. Her fingers felt along the shelves to grab a tin. "Holy shit, cocoa powder."
"What's that, Bebe?" Clyde asked as he settled Stan on the couch. Stan had his eyes firmly shut and didn't seem to be in pain as he slept on. Clyde made sure Stan was tied up securely and wouldn't roll off before he joined Bebe in the kitchen.
"Flour, sugar, we can boil some snow for water. Vinegar, I think we can make some chocolate cake." Bebe said excitedly.
"How are we gonna make it? Don't we need milk and eggs for cake?" Clyde asked as he joined Bebe in the pantry.
"Don't you worry. Gonna use vinegar in place of the eggs." Bebe said with a gleam in her eye as she started to gather the ingredients.
Clyde wrinkled his nose. "Vinegar? Will it be good?"
"It will be very good; this is a depression era recipe. Sometimes I would make it when one of the kids I took care of had a birthday, until we ran out of cocoa. But it'll be very good." Bebe puts the bag of flour and sugar in Clyde's hands as she goes to find a bowl.
Clyde catches her hand, looking into her eyes. "You're the one who's good…I never thanked you for saving my life."
Bebe blushed as she interlaced her fingers with his. "I'm just trying to feed everyone and make sure no one else dies. Kenny saved your life if anything."
Clyde moved even closer to her. "Then I have him to thank for a second chance with you, if you'll have me."
Bebe turned over in her mind, having a kid that has the powers of a mosquito and possibly not able to die. She looked over Clyde, his warm brown eyes and wavy hair. How he had a soft side to him, and he always treated her like a goddess. She leaned in for a kiss. "Of course." She said through half parted lips.
Stan opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. This was a new room, he could hear the sounds of giggling and kissing from the kitchen. A pain went through his heart thinking of all the romantic times he had with Wendy before the tragedy. The last thing he wanted was his caretakers to be flirting as they dragged his pathetic and broken body around.
He was in agony, any little movement sent shockwaves of pain from his legs through the rest of his body. Stan found himself tied down and stifled a cry as he struggled against the restraints. It hurt to move but they had to hold him hostage to be sure he didn't hurt himself. Stan looked around for any way to try and get more comfortable before he collapsed into it being a futile effort.
It felt like his pure grief over losing Wendy.
manifested itself into him inheriting her powers.
"I'd rather have her." Stan muttered to himself as his eyes searched around the living room for ways to mess with the electronics. He could hear Clyde and Bebe giggling in the next room and wanted to block out the sound. He lifted a tired hand and tried to tune into what powers Wendy was so talented with, the tv on the wall remained blank even if he got the PlayStation to turn on.
Bebe has sat on the kitchen counter for a better angle to make out with Clyde and his hands were up her shirt when the silverware drawer started to shake as the forks and knives sprang forward to pierce the wall of the kitchen. "Goddamnit, he doesn't even give us a minute without having to be babysat." Bebe grumbled as she rehooked her bra.
Clyde looked over his shoulder at Stan. "Never gonna get laid at this rate. He's tied up and should be fine. He can't get far."
Stan pulled Wendy's mask from his pocket and felt the silky fabric between his fingers. If he were any more of a pathetic state, clinging to her memory. He was gifted Call Girl's powers and wasn't doing shit with them. "I'm sorry, Wendy," he said softly.
He saw a figure standing over him, arms crossed. "Hey, Bebe. Can you help me put on Wendy's mask? Could use the time with her…say goodbye."
Bebe rolled her eyes as she grabbed the mask and placed it over his face. "Do what you must, just please give me some time with Clyde. I hardly got time with Wendy when you were with her near the end…I'd like you to return the favor and not hurt yourself."
"Fine, I can do that. Won't move from my position. Thanks." Stan blinked back tears as he looked up.
Bebe shook her head as she took Clyde upstairs and slammed the door to his room. Stan could hear the sounds of kissing from upstairs and knew it would lead to more. His hands tied down he couldn't even cover his ears.
He looked through the mask on his face and could smell Wendy's shampoo on it. "I miss you so much. Why did you have to die? What's the point of giving me your powers if I don't even have the will to live? I can't even walk and won't be of any use?"
The room remained still and silent, other than some rhythmic thumping coming from upstairs. Stan rolled his eyes. "This is bullshit." He muttered.
The tv suddenly turned on, Stan thankful for it blocking out the sounds from upstairs. He turned his head to let the mask slip off. Staring into the screen, Stan could see the menu for the PlayStation. He was still strapped to the couch but could see the PlayStation moving around until it selected a player profile, Wendy's. Stan hadn't played this PlayStation in years, it showed most of his games from childhood or what his dad would play.
The tv screen glowed purple from how Wendy decorated her gaming profile. It was like a time capsule from before the world went to shit, when Stan was a lonely kid during covid and would want to include his girlfriend in playing games. Last game played next to Wendy's name.
Wendy Testaburger: Fight!
Did it matter? Was it a sign? Stan lifted his head more, gritting his teeth as he moved around. Was it something she was showing him or some stupid coincidence? Fight. Since he lost Wendy and his legs Stan had been wallowing in pain and given up. No amount of coaching, kind from Bebe and mean from Kyle would get him out of his hole.
But what would Wendy tell him? She'd hate to see him like this, feeling sorry for himself in a pathetic broken state. The drawer on the side table next to Stan jiggled as he sensed some new tool in there. He focused his concentration as the drawer flew open and he felt something go into his hand. Comfortable and secure. Seemed to be a pair of scissors which he made quick work of cutting away at the duct tape from one hand and then across his chest to free himself. He sat up slowly, arms shaking and pulled back the quilt Bebe had so graciously draped over his ruined legs.
Stan sat up and looked over his injuries. His legs were gone, and he felt sick at the thought of never walking again. His world was shattered and torn away from violence that no one was really sure where it was coming from. Now Kyle was trying to do what he could, Bebe as well. Even Kenny seemed to have helped in some way. How selfish of Stan to wallow in pity.
He looked down at the scissors that had freed him. Small shears with a name in curly purple script. 'Wendy' she was communicating with the tools he had power over even after she was gone.
"Wendy, thank you. I love you. I'll see you one day but not too soon. Hopefully." Stan tucked the mask and scissors on his tool belt, both items more valuable to him than ever before. He would get better a little at a time. Rebuild his body, restore communication, then be at Kyle's side to avenge the deaths of Wendy and all his friends. He owed it to her memory.
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