Later that day, Kyle and Mattstacks were sharing Kyle's vape while James taught Stan to shoot. Kyle was on Mattstack's lap, That didn't bother Mattstacks because he likes the kid. "Nice shot kid!". James shouted, and both Mattstacks and Kyle clapped. "Yeah, you got that dumbass in the head!". Kyle cheered. then Kyle was twitching again. Mattstacks saw Kyle twitching. "I know Kyle, you'll get Mr. AK back". Mattstacks said quietly, rubbing Kyle's shoulders. Stan accepted the fact he has shot a gun, and he knew would benefit from it in the future. "soon you'll be killing more than me and my brother!". James praised Stan. "well you ready for the big night?". Kyle got up feeling uncomfortable from how Mattstacks was touching him. "what the fuck". Kyle mumbled face burning red. "Kyle I do-," Stan Don't be a pussy your gonna shoot somebody probably way more innocent than my father In the future". Kyle Interrupted Stan. Mattstacks saw Stan's insecurity and doubts that this is acceptable, "Kid, I don't blame you". Mattstacks thought to himself. "I'm ready, Kyle". Stan's mood suddenly changed. "good, Most likely after this until it cools down you won't be going home for a while Stan". James said Bending to Stan's level. "WHAT!". Stan shouted. "Stan trust me, all four of us will be looked for, I'm sure the police and maybe the FBI is looking for Kyle". Jame explained. "Yeah, I did shoot the place up pretty good". Kyle said, feeling proud of his twisted actions. "Stanley, It took me until I was 17 to commit my first murder but look at me now! One of the best Neo shooters in the USA!" Mattstacks said proudly. "Matt! Keep it down about Neo shooters! These are children!". James snapped.
Stan was scared shitless, he was about to be forced into murder in less than 4 hours. Kyle looked at Mattstacks and said. "Neo shooters?". Kyle smirked and added, "Whatever they are I wanna be one! Hehe hehe hehe...!"

Back In South Park.

Kenny walked down the halls of the Hospital with two ice cream cones, one slightly larger. Kenny saw a nice woman and asked her for some directions "Hello Ma'am, Can you tell me which room Eric Cartman is in?". Kenny asked the lady trying not to look at her inappropriately. "oh he's in room 28". She answered the short blonde boy in front of her. "Thank you, ma'am". Kenny said as he walked past her turning his head to look at her butt and then quickly going to Eric's room before he got an erection. Cartman was awake enjoying some "begged for" KFC. "Hey, Eric!". Kenny said, pulling his hood down. "Kenny". the fat one said, his mouth stuffed. "I am so glad you are ok, man."

"yeah yeah, I love you too." Cartman said jokingly. "I think I know who the shooter is!". Kenny said. "He kinda looked like Kyle" Kenny added," that stupid Jew shot me!?". Cartman scoffed. " Fuckin' asshole...". he added. "MAYBE CARTMAN, I'm not sure. Also, Stan couldn't come to visit". Kenny said. "prick". Cartman said playfully. "call him keeny".
Cartman asked. "I will in a moment, I got you an ice cream cone!". Kenny said. "Gimme gimme gimme!". Cartman begged. Kenny handed Cartman what he deserved. "Thanks, Kenny," Eric said. "No Problem."

4 hours later.

The sun was setting, it meant it was time, the witching hour, things are about to get serious.
Down the road, in a black army Jeep. James drove to Kyle's apartment. Stan and Kyle are in the back and Mattstacks in shotgun. Stan shook ever so slightly he didn't want to alarm his new friends but this is crazy!

They pulled into the parking lot.
Gerald was just watching TV, waiting for his clusterfuck of a son to return home from doing god knows what. "Kyles taking a while, I hope he didn't get himself arrested," Gerald said to himself.

BANG BANG BANG!
Gerald Jumped startled. He ran to the door and looked through the view hole. He sighed in relief that it wasn't the police, Just Kyle and Stan. And 2 others. "LET US IN DAD!" Kyle shouted. Gerald opened the door and let the 4 men in. Kyle looked his father in the eyes. "Is he about to ask what I think he's gonna ask?" Gerald thought to himself. "Dad?" Kyle asked ever so innocently. "What Kyle...?" Gerald replied. "Can I have my gun back?" Kyle asked with an annoyed yet pleading tone.

"Kyle…." Gerald sighed and bent to Kyle's level. "You know I can't do that," Gerald added. Then Gerald saw it… that bright red glow in Kyle's pupils. Kyle raised his fist and Gerald was seconds away from being hit. Kyle lunged at him but before Kyle could inflict impact James grabbed Kyle by the neck of his trench coat. Kyle was snarling at Gerald and Gerald stepped back. "Matt, deal with Kyle please." Still having a strong grip on Kyle. Mattstacks came up and took over grabbing Kyle the same way James had on him. James walked up to Gerald and offered a hand. "James Bonshwitz Sir." James introduced himself with a warm smile. "Gerald," Gerald responded and took the younger adult's hand and shook it.

"I need to talk to you Gerald, adult to adult," James said with a serious look. Gerald didn't want to hear some opinion on how to control his son, but the look given by James meant what James had to say was very important. Gerald rolled his eyes and led James to his room and locked the door. A loud "FUCK YOU DAD, I FUCKING HATE YOU!" was heard from Kyle. The anticipation to get his beloved AK-47 back was driving him insane. "Gerald, You probably have a lot of questions that are unanswerable, but I need you to trust me," James said calmly. "I need to see the firearm Kyle has bought from my brother," James added. "Why should I trust you," Gerald said sternly. "Gerald please, I need to know if it's… defective," James replied "What does this have to do with Kyle?" Gerald asked trying to stay cool. "Everything…" James said coldly. The change in James's demeanor meant he was serious

"Okay, I trust you." Gerald then turned to the closet and took a lock off the closet door revealing the safe. "I promised Kyle I would keep it safe," Gerald said entering the 10-number code on the safe. Once it opened Gerald grabbed the abnormally large AK47 and handed it to James. James sat on Gerald's bed and pulled a screwdriver a USB cord and his phone. "What the hell do you need those for," Gerald asked confused. James got the screwdriver and unscrewed the stock from the AK. "Sorry Kyle, this may hurt… A LOT. Most are put under before this." James said somberly. James pulled with full force the stock out of the firearm "WHAT FUCKING DRUGS ARE YO-" Before Gerald could finish his sentence. A LOUD ear-piercing scream came from Kyle in the living room "Yeah I know bud… it'll be over soon." the stock had wires and circuits connecting it to the main chamber. "Jesus Christ!" Gerald had never seen anything like this before. James then put the USB from his phone into the USB slot that was in the chamber. His phone shut off and turned back on. "Access authorized, Welcome to the Neo Shooter profiling network" James then ran a diagnostic on the AK. "Jesus Christ, this is not AK1913." James said feeling his heart sink. "What the hell is a Neo Shooter?" Gerald asked disturbed by what it could mean. "Something Kyle didn't willingly choose to be, he does not even know yet." James replied. " the codes are completely corrupted, no wonder he's so obsessed with this thing." James added. "For fucks sake James just tell me what the fuck my son is!" Gerald shouted angrily. "Gerald, he is still your boy, he just needs special care," James said calmly not phased by Gerald's shift in tone.

"Look, I'm sorry for snapping, this is a lot to take in," Gerald said taking deep breaths. "Ok I'll explain this to you, but you're not a Neo Shooter so giving you this information could get me killed, but you deserve to know," James said with a sigh.

"Okay so…"