Stans POV

"Kyle has gone through a whole lot of Traumatizing experiences, Almost dying twice, being kidnapped by Apple, and much more than I can't think of?" I asked myself, as much as I am furious with Kyle, he's my best friend, he probably had a reason. But that doesn't give him the right, does it..? God, I'm so fucking confused right now!"

Stan said, still in complete disbelief. "I already knew Kyle could be scary when he's angry, but I never expected him to do this."

I thought of the time Kyle attacked Cartman for picking on his Jersey heritage, the wild, furious look in his eyes as he pummeled the fat kid haunted me as I wondered what it would be like to have that predatory gaze fall upon me. Now I know...

But I have my own problems to deal with right now, and I can't get the imagery of Kyle pointing a gun at me out of my head. "Why would he do that?!" I yelped by accident, and I started crying slightly, "Oh dear god Kyle, wherever you are in your head, I hope you're fighting your demons!" I screeched.

End of Stan's POV

The South Park police are useless. They left the bodies to rot in the school. They have yet to find the shooter. One because they're fucking idiots and they are lazy.

Kyle's phone buzzed loudly and wouldn't stop for around a whopping 10 minutes or so.

"Gah- fucking hell!". Kyle jolted awake and bumped his head on Mr, AKs barrel tip. "OW FUC-oh it's just you Mr, AK it's ok, it's not your fault." Kyle sat up and began reading the contact constantly calling him and the time was 3:47 am, "oh shit, I was sleeping all day and missed...57 calls holy shit!". Kyle answered the phone. "hello..?". Kyle stuttered. "Kyle, oh my poor baby, are you ok?!, where are you? Were you left for dead in the school? Were you shot? Are you hurt?!". Sheila panicked on her side of the call, and Kyle gulped. "Mom, I'm ok. I'm at Kenny's house". Kyle lied and for some odd reason, Sheila believed it. " Oh thank god you're least safe, Daddy and I got in a fight so if you see him let me know bubbie, you can go back to sleep, love you.." Sheila then hung up, leaving Kyle alone with himself and his creation.

The boy got up and grabbed his gun, hugging it and giggling, with a sigh of relief that his own mother believed him about his lie. "How the hell did that work?!" Kyle said out loud because he knew he was alone and could talk freely

"Why don't we go to the cafeteria, MR,AK? I'm starving, and I know I am not leaving my beautiful creation unless I have to!". Kyle felt a random heat flash. Kyle fell to his knees and held his stomach. "What the fuck..." Kyle said becoming more woozy. Then the heat went away and the nausea subsided. " oh fuck... my insulin." Kyle whimpered thinking it was his diabetes as he got back up and walked to the cafeteria. It was dark as the power was shut off, the building has a night mode AI running the lights, but of course, they can be manually turned on. He eventually reached the cafeteria flipping the light switch, went to the kitchen, and looked around. "Damn, so empty, haha that's my bad". Kyle shouted then he opened the fridge, "bitch said there was no more pudding, but there is a motherload!".

Kyle was now thrilled but had a little trigger craving at the same time, which was semi-bothering him, but the food was a bigger priority at the moment. He sat down with handfuls of pudding cups now placed onto the table, "ssscch... ah." Kyle winced digging through his pocket for his vape. He hit it violently as his life depended on it. "Ahh ahh." Kyle breathed out in relief as he felt his head spin, now that some nicotine was in his system. Kyle then downed pudding until he couldn't anymore.

He heard a sound, a walking sound. Kyle stopped what he was doing and booked it towards the light switch, quickly cutting the lights. Right as the lights cut off a camping-grade flashlight trail flared back and forth across the cafeteria "Oh fuck, it's the cops, I just know it-" Kyle said to himself trying to think of a plan as quickly as possible. His heart pumped rapidly "Who's there? I-I am armed!". Kyle shouted in a manic tone, he felt his eyes burn as a brilliant red flared from his pupils, he crouched and fired a warning shot "Oh god it burns!" Kyle cried as his eyes burned and flared up with more red smoke his heart pumped like an army turret. and then he felt somebody run towards him but Kyle jumped out of the way.

he was aggressively grabbed and that aggravated him severely. He screamed and bit like a rabid animal at his attacker, but suddenly he was silenced, he was cut off with his mouth being covered, " Kyle Shhhhhh, Kyle Kyle!, it's daddy!." It was, in fact, his father. "Mmmhmmm!". Kyle tried speaking but was muffled Kyle still kicked around trying to free himself but he was lifted up by Gerald. His squirming made him drop Mr, AK to the floor.

Then the unexpected happened.

A LOUD! Ear piercing! Screaming Kyle screamed like he was in the most agony he has ever felt, his emotions fucking had enough of it, his eyes burned and flared so much it felt like it was burning his soul. It made Gerald drop Kyle out of panic thinking he hurt him. Gerald could see and smell the smoke but unfortunately could not see where it was coming from. Kyle crawled to Mr, AK and touched him gently. He looked at his gun which he considered his friend, a small crack displayed on the plastic stock, the crack was big enough to stick a fingernail in it. Kyle started bawling, "H-he's Hurt!" Kyle screamed.

And with every tear, the burning went away, and the smoke began to subside. "W-What the fuck?!" Gerald shouted but quickly noticed his crying child. "Kyle honey, honey, what's wrong? Daddies here Kyle!" Gerald said, hugging his boy from behind. The crying slowly subsided as the burning stopped completely, his heartbeat now calm and no longer rapid.

"Sweetie, did you kill the shooter? ".

Gerald asked in a sweet voice, Noticing the large AK-47 in his son was now gripping for dear life.

"Kyle please answer me, are you hurt, were you shot?" Kyle then giggled uncontrollably.

"Kyle, this isn't funny!" Gerald said becoming more concerned than any father has ever been.

"Oh...I'm the shooter, Dad!". Kyle said proudly laughing. "Aren't you proud of me? I thought I told you and Mom I was going to do it, didn't I?" Kyle added, eyes twitching from being overworked. Geralds' eyes widened. "Heh, yeah uh dad-daddy's ve-very proud of you, son." Gerald lied, Completely horrified realizing all these dead bodies were his son's doings. "We didn't listen..." Gerald mumbled, "let's go home and tell Mommy this achievement, yeah?".

As Kyle got up from the table.

"can mister AK come?!". Kyle said, holding up the AK47. Gerald could not figure out how Kyle got a hold of this weapon. But yet Kyle had an innocent smile on his face, and he sounded both manic and like a small child in a way. "Y-yeah, just uh, make sure he h-has good b-behavior!". Gerald said forcing a smile, not wanting his child to become aggravated again in fear for his own life.