Officer Howard steps outside the lodge, the cold night air biting at his face as he takes a few cautious steps away from the door. He reaches for his radio, turning the dial and pressing the button to call for backup. Static crackles through the speaker, and he frowns, trying again.

Officer Howard: "This is Officer Howard, requesting immediate backup. We have a potentially dangerous situation at the old camping grounds near South Park. Multiple casualties and several kids unaccounted for. Repeat, requesting backup."

Only silence and static respond. He furrows his brow, glancing around the dark surroundings as he adjusts the frequency, trying once more, he starts speaking more urgently.

Officer Howard: "Dispatch, do you copy? This is Officer Howard, South Park. I need assistance out here. Over."

The radio remains silent, the static fizzling ominously before cutting out entirely. Officer Howard shakes his head, hitting the side of the radio in frustration.

Officer Howard: "Dammit… of all the times…"

He pulls out his phone, checking for a signal, but the screen flashes with the dreaded "No Service" message. A chill runs down his spine, and not just from the cold. Something wasn't right. Communication shouldn't be down out here, not this severely.

Officer Howard: Alright, looks like it's just you on this one, Howard." he mutters to himself.

He glances back at the lodge, the dim light from inside casting long shadows across the ground. His gut twists with unease. He had left Wendy and Red inside, and something about Red's calm demeaner hadn't sat right with him. But right now, his priority was finding those kids. Taking a deep breath, he steps away from the lodge, his flashlight illuminating the narrow path that stretches into the darkness. As he walks, he reaches for his sidearm, ensuring it's secure in its holster. A rustling noise echoes from somewhere nearby, and he freezes, shining his flashlight in the direction of the sound. The beam of light catches on branches swaying in the breeze, but there's nothing there—just shadows playing tricks on his mind.

Officer Howard: "Get a grip, Howard. It's just the wind…"

But as he turns to continue down the path, another sound catches his attention—a faint, almost imperceptible whisper, coming from the woods. He stops, listening intently, his hand instinctively moving to his radio again, even though he knows it's useless. He scans the darkness, his flashlight beam slicing through the thick, oppressive shadows. The whispering fades, replaced by an eerie silence, and for a moment, he wonders if he imagined it.

Officer Howard: "Who's out there? Show yourself!"

All there was, was Silence. Then, a soft crunch of leaves from somewhere deeper in the woods. He swivels, his flashlight sweeping across the ground, catching the glint of something metallic on the path ahead. His heart skips a beat as he approaches cautiously, kneeling down to inspect it. It's a familiar object—a broken radio, its shattered pieces scattered across the dirt. He picks up one of the fragments, his brow furrowing as he examines it. This was no accident. Someone had deliberately disabled the only reliable line of communication he had. He straightens, a sinking feeling settling in his gut. Whoever was behind this was watching… waiting. Suddenly, a loud crash echoes from the direction of the lodge, followed by Wendy's faint scream from inside. Officer Howard's head snaps up, his instincts kicking in.

Officer Howard: "Hang on, Wendy…"

(Suddenly he turns round when hearing a twig snap behind him, then seeing a baseball bat come flying towards him, knocking him out cold)

Meanwhile back in the cave the faint echoes of their footsteps reverberate off the damp walls as Emily and Butters stand, frozen, facing the killer. Emily's last words hang in the air, thick with disbelief.

Emily: "It's you… it can't be…"

Bebe simply stands there, her face a mixture of cold satisfaction and an eerie calm, the mask now hanging loosely in her hand. Her eyes flicker with a sinister intensity, and she almost seems to revel in the shock painted across Emily and Butters' faces.

Butters: "B-Bebe… why… why would you do this?"

Bebe tilts her head, a mocking smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Why?" she repeats, as if the question itself amuses her. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze never wavering.

Bebe: "Why? Because some things can't just be forgiven. Some things demand justice. You and your friends—you took someone from from her."

Emily's brow furrows, struggling to make sense of Bebe's words.

Emily: "Who? Who are you talking about?"

(Bebe's eyes flash with anger)

Bebe: "RED! You killed Kenny. And now Red wants you all dead… so lets just say, I'm giving her a helping hand, its justice.

Butters: "But… Kenny was… he was the one hurting us! He was the one who—"

(Bebe cuts him off)

Bebe: "I don't care. He meant everything to her. She loved him, and you just let him die. You didn't even try to understand. You didn't care how much he meant to her."

Emily takes a step back, her eyes wide with fear but filled with determination.

Emily: "This isn't justice, Bebe. This is just… revenge."

(Bebe's lips curl into a cold smile)

Bebe: "Revenge, justice—call it whatever you want. But in the end, you'll feel the same pain that she felt. The same pain I felt."

Butters: "Please, Bebe… this isn't right. Killing us won't bring Kenny back."

Bebe's expression falters, just for a second, before she straightens, cold resolve returning to her gaze

Bebe: "It doesn't need to bring him back. It just needs to make things even."

Emily: "If you do this, there's no going back. Do you really want to live with that?"

(Bebe steps closer, her eyes narrowing)

Bebe: "I don't expect you to understand. You've never lost someone you'd kill for."

(Emily swallows hard, trying to steady her voice)

Emily: "You don't have to do this. We can work through this, we can—"

(Bebe lets out a cold, humourless laugh)

Bebe: "It's too late for that. I made a promise, and I'm going to keep it."

Before Emily or Butters can react, Bebe raises her mask back over her face, her fingers curling around the edges as she resumes her faceless, menacing form. Emily takes a step back, glancing at Butters, who stands paralyzed with fear.

Emily: "Butters, we need to run. Now."

Butters blinks, snapping out of his shock, and nods hastily. They turn and sprint down the tunnel, their footsteps echoing wildly as they flee. Behind them, Bebe's footsteps are measured and steady, echoing through the narrow walls like a relentless heartbeat.

(Bebe calling after them, her voice distorted and chilling)

Bebe: "You can't run forever."

Emily's breath comes in ragged gasps as she pulls Butters along, adrenaline surging through her veins. They turn down another path, barely able to see where they're going, the darkness of the cave swallowing them whole.

Butters: "Emily… what… what do we do? She's going to catch us!"

Emily: "We need to find the others. We're stronger together. Just… keep running!"

Their footsteps pound against the ground, heartbeats racing as they weave through the twisting tunnels. The distant echoes of Bebe's voice grow fainter, but the chill of her words lingers in the air, her final message ringing in Emily's ears, "You can't run forever." As they round another corner, Emily spots a faint glimmer of light up ahead—hope in the darkness. She grabs Butters' hand, pulling him forward with renewed urgency.

Emily: "Almost there… we just have to make it…"

But as they near the light, a shadow moves across the wall, and Emily's heart sinks. Someone—or something—is already waiting for them.

Tweek and Kyle wait anxiously near the mouth of the tunnel, faint moonlight casting eerie shadows across the rocky walls. Tweek's hand trembles around his flashlight, and his eyes flick nervously back and forth. Just then, the sound of footsteps echoes from deep within the tunnel. Tweek jumps, gripping Kyle's arm as two figures emerge into the dim light—Emily and Butters, out of breath, their faces pale with terror.

Emily: "Kyle! Tweek! We need to get out of here. Now."

Butters: "She's… she's coming for us…"

(Kyle steps forward, alarmed by the panic in their eyes)

Kyle: "Wait, slow down! What happened? Who's after you?"

(Emily exchanges a look with Butters before turning to Kyle, her voice dropping to a fearful whisper)

"It's Bebe She's one of the killers. And she's working with Red."

(Tweek's face blanches, his hand covering his mouth)

Tweek: "R-Red? No… it can't be. She's been with us the whole time!"

Emily: "She's been with us, but she's been planning this from the start. Bebe confessed everything… she said that her and Red were doing this to get back at us for Kenny. For killing him."

Kyle: "Wait… they're doing all this for Kenny? But Kenny was—he was one of the killers last time. Why would they…?"

Butters: "Red loved him, Kyle. She… she wants revenge. They both do."

(Tweek stumbles back, clutching his flashlight as he tries to wrap his head around the revelation)

Tweek: "This is crazy. We're… we're all going to die, aren't we?"

(Kyle grabs Tweek by the shoulders, grounding him)

Kyle: "No, Tweek. We're not going to die. We just need to stick together and keep moving."

Emily: "We don't have time to sit here and talk. Red is with Wendy back at the lodge, Wendy doesn't know about her being behind this, we need to warn her...NOW!

The group begins to move cautiously toward the tunnel exit, adrenaline pumping through their veins as they scan their surroundings, every shadow and sound magnified in the tense silence. Suddenly, the sound of slow, measured footsteps echoes from deep within the tunnel behind them. The steady rhythm sends chills down their spines, and they freeze, barely daring to breathe.

Emily: "She's here…"

Without hesitation, Kyle nods toward the exit, motioning for everyone to run. The group bolts, breaking into a sprint as they dash out of the tunnel and into the open air, their footsteps echoing against the rocky ground as they race toward the lodge.

The group bursts out of the cave's mouth, gasping for air as they scramble over the rocky terrain. The night air feels almost suffocating after the tension of the dark tunnels, and they pause for a moment, catching their breath. As they do, a pair of flashlights shines directly at them from a few feet away.

Stan: "Kyle? Tweek? Emily? Butters? What happened? You guys look like you've seen a ghost."

Lucas: "What's going on? Why are you all out here?"

(Emily, still panting, steps forward)

Emily: "We ran into the killer… or, well… killers."

Stan's expression shifts, a mix of alarm and confusion.

Stan: "Wait… killers? There's more than one?"

Emily: "Yes. Bebe and Red—they're working together. Bebe told us… they're doing all this because of Kenny. They're out for revenge."

Lucas's face goes pale as he processes the news.

Lucas: "So they've been picking us off… because of something that happened last year?"

Butters: "They want to make us pay. Bebe even said it. They're not going to stop until… until we're all gone."

(Stan clenches his fists, his jaw tightening)

Stan: "We can't let them get away with this. We need to get back to the lodge and warn the others. We'll barricade ourselves in if we have to."

Butters: "What if Wendy's already—"

(Kyle cuts him off, his tone firm)

Kyle: "No. Wendy's tough. She's waiting for us. We get there, regroup, and figure out a way to take them down."

They nod in agreement, sharing a moment of silent determination before turning back toward the path leading to the lodge. But as they start walking, a faint sound—a soft, metallic click—echoes in the air, freezing them in their tracks.

Lucas: "Did… did you guys hear that?"

The group falls silent, straining to listen. The night air hangs thick with tension, and the silence feels almost too still. Then, from somewhere deeper in the trees, a low, mocking voice breaks through.

Voice: "Running won't save you… none of you can escape what's coming."

Stan's face pales, his eyes scanning the darkness as he tries to pinpoint the source of the voice. The flashlight beams sway as each of them turns, looking in every direction, but the night conceals whoever is lurking just out of sight.

Tweel: "Kyle… what do we do?"

Before Kyle can answer, another voice—this time, unmistakably Red's—calls out, dripping with chilling calmness.

Red: "You thought you could just forget about him… forget about what you did? It's time you understand what it's like to lose everything."

(Kyle clenches his fists, his eyes blazing with determination)

Kyle: "Show yourselves! Stop hiding and face us!"

A dark laugh echoes from the shadows, unsettlingly close. The flashlights illuminate nothing but trees and rocks, but the voices surround them, creeping into every corner of their minds.

Bebe: "We'll see you soon… don't get too comfortable at the lodge. It's only a matter of time."

The voices fade into the night, leaving an oppressive silence in their wake. Tweek shivers, clutching his flashlight as he glances at Kyle, desperation and fear etched into his face.

Emily: "They're playing with us. They know exactly what they're doing."

(Stan takes a deep breath, his face hardening as he steps forward)

Stan: "Then we give them a fight they didn't see coming. Let's get to the lodge and warn Wendy, We're not letting them win."

The group begins to move, steeling themselves as they head toward the lodge, their footsteps growing quicker with each passing second. But as they walk, each of them feels the weight of the threat hanging over them, knowing that Red and Bebe are out there—watching, waiting. As they reach the edge of the tree line, the lodge comes into view, its windows dark, with no sign of life. Kyle's heart races, and he exchanges a nervous glance with Tweek.

Kyle: "Please let Wendy be okay…"

The group hesitating just beyond the lodge, aware that they're walking into the unknown. The lodge looms in front of them like a dark, silent reminder of the danger closing in and the unknown of Wendy's condition leaves the group in panic.