2 months have passed now, Gerald sat before the computer he bought for his and Kyle's apartment. it was fairly nice for what it was. Gerald had originally preordered an Apple computer but then remembered what Apple did to Kyle, and canceled it, and got an intel. Kyle had a gaming-grade PC, Gerald thought if Kyle were distracted by nice things, Kyle would not go and repeat his crime. Gerald didn't even know if Kyle had killed since the shooting, but Gerald ceased locking up Mr, AK as it caused Kyle a lot of distress when he didn't have Mr, AK. as James said not to take away. Suddenly Gerald's phone went off, causing him to jump in surprise at how quiet it was in the apartment. Gerald picked up the phone and sighed at who was calling... it was Sheila. She would call so many times a day that it got on Gerald's nerves. Gerald wanted to answer but never had he ever dared to ever since he left town. He would also see texts from Sheila updating him on Ike's recovery... when Kyle was actively firing, Ike got caught in the crossfire, blasting the Canadian's arm clean off. But Kyle was so engrossed in his shooting rampage that he was unable to acknowledge that he shot his little brother. And as much as it pained Gerald he refused to tell Kyle about Ike it pained him more to ignore Sheila and not respond to her messages, as he saw it as a risk to Kyle. "she cannot know… by any means." Gerald let his phone go to voicemail. Kyle and the gang were all gone, it was just him… or so he thought. Gerald heard some rustling in the bathroom and coughing as well. "Kyle? Is that you in there?" Gerald shouted from the room he was in into the hallway. Gerald then heard vomiting… he knew who it was now. Gerald got up and walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it. "Kyle… drinking is not going to make you forget the shooting, please talk to me, son." Gerald said softly. "No noooo… I'm not d-drinking Dad" Kyle slurred his words annoyed, as he kept spitting into the toilet. "Annnn the fact you t-think I regret I-It…" Kyle could not finish his sentence before puking again. "Kyle. I used to be an alcoholic before I met your mother, I know the sound of drunk puking anywhere," Gerald said sternly. "Now open the door please, I'm not mad at you Kyle…" Gerald added with worry. "Fine…" Kyle replied in defeat. Once Gerald heard the click of the door unlocking he stepped inside… to be frozen in place. The bathroom had the strongest smell of gunpowder. Red fog quickly filled the hallway. Glowing red fluid splattered across the floor. "WHAT…. ARE YOU!?" Gerald screamed in horror. "You are not KYLE!"
"YOU WANT TO DISCUSS WHAT'S NOT ME? YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT AUTHENTICITY?" Kyle snapped with rage in his eyes. "HA! YOU DON'T KNOW THE REAL ME! I'VE BEEN CONSUMED BY MY OWN DARKNESS, AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL. LOOK INTO THE BARREL OF MR. AK, THAT'S WHERE YOU'LL FIND THE TRUE KYLE BROFLOVSKI, DAD!" Kyle's eyes were no longer recognizable as human eyes anymore. Kyle swung the stock of MR'AK upwards and rammed his own father with it. "OUHHA- FUCK!" Gerald screamed in shock falling to the floor.
"LOOK AT IT!" Kyle demand manicly. Gerald froze in place the barrel of less than 2 inches from his face. Gerald tried to not go into shock but it was so surreal. "KYLE STOP!" Gerald managed to cry out. This did not in any way feel real but Gerald knew it was and at this moment knew there was nothing he could do, but stay where he lay threatened. Gerald saw a faint red dot, it got brighter. Kyle looked at his father, but his vision was obstructed by the severe burning in his eyes, it wasn't worse it was… completely black and white not a single color in sight. However, a red symbol highlighting Gerald's forehead and important organs, it spun as it recalibrated every time Gerald moved. It was the only color he could see. Kyle let out an inaudible gasp, he didn't remember his vision being like this during the school shooting. Kyle was teasing the trigger as to why the barrel emitted a red glow from the inside. Contemplating if he's actually gonna shoot his own father or not.
For the first time ever, Kyle didn't want to pull the trigger. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Kyle screeched in defeat before falling to his knees feeling nothing but physical and emotional agony. What the fuck just happened? What was causing Kyle to feel this way, Was it guilt? He didn't know. However, he didn't dare start crying over that. "Kyle?" Gerald said, heavily breathing in the red sulfur-like smog that irritated his nose and lungs. "I'm sorry," Gerald added apologetically. Kyle looked at his father as if he didn't hear the English language. "YOU, YOU?! SORRY?!" Kyle retorted with rage building up again his eyes lighting up with red smoke. "I TOLD YOU WHAT I WAS GOING TO DO! YOU TOOK IT AS SOME SICK FUCKING JOKE!" Kyle screamed his throat now becoming more irritated from when he was throwing up causing his speech to be raspy. "WELL RIDDLE ME THIS GERALD! IS THIS A FUCKING JOKE TO YOU? YOU GONNA BEAT ME AGAIN?!" Kyle screamed, his vision black and white again. Finally, Kyle made up his mind and began raising MR'AK to Gerald's head again. "Kyle PLEASE! I LOVE YOU!" Gerald cried shaking. "TOO LATE GERALD!... Because…. I don't love you" Kyle then put his finger to the trigger so coldly and calmly. It was scarier than being at gunpoint. "goodbyeeeeeeeYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Kyle felt something or someone jump onto him. "We got him, we got him Sir." a voice said. "TOOK YOU FUCKS LONG ENOUGH!" Kyle snorted as he was being handcuffed. But then what happened next is far from police work. His head was bagged. "Bagged him, what now Sir?" that same voice said.

"Load him into the truck."

Back in South Park.
Butters was now released from the hospital, still recovering but doing well. As Butters got out of the car carefully placing his feet on the parking lot, standing in front of the south park community center. "Oh gosh… here we go.. Butters, you can do this." Butters said to himself and then opened the door and walked inside. There at the podium stood Kenny McCormick. Eric Cartman walked up to Butters "God dammit Butters you're late!" Eric snorted at him. "S-Sorry!" Butters panicked apologizing. "He's joking, you're here early," Tolkien said next to Eric. "You're gonna give him a heart attack Eric!" Tolkien added. "PFT AHAHA A HEART ATTACK?" Eric laughed at the slight connection to what Tolkien said and Butters's injury. "Anyways, what is this about anyway Eric?" Butters said ignoring Cartman's remark. "This is a memorial dumbass, why else would we have like half of South Park here?" Cartman responded. "Oh! Makes sense now, sorry Eric." Butters then found a set that was next to his friends. "Woah Tweek… what happened to you?" Butters asked seeing Tweek in a wheelchair. "That's really the first thing you say to him?" Craig snorted. Tolkien now rejoined his group now crying. "Tolkien, what's wrong?" Craig asked ignoring Butters.
"I really thought he'd be here…." Tolkien said softly and sniffling. "You mean Stan?" Tweek chimed in. "Y-yeah…the last text I got from him said he was going shopping an hour away from town."
Craig sat up straighter in surprise. "And you didn't say this during the meeting at Cartman's?" Craig said with surprise. "I didn't see any connections to the shooting and him disapearing," Tolkien said calmly. "It's just… I love him." he added. "Its ok dude we know. We love him too, not like that, but you know what we mean." Craig replied, gripping Tweek's hand firmly.
About 30 minutes passed and everyone had arrived."Eric, do we show them the possible evidence of Kyle being the shooter?" Kenny asked Cartman. "It'll rile up the town really bad, you know how they can be," Kenny added. "No," Cartman replied. "No? Dude, you hate Kyle and love pointing fingers at him." Kenny said, surprised but hearing Cartman out. "Let karma handle this one, Kyle's mom's a bitch but she doesn't deserve that, not while she's mourning," Cartman replied. Kenny stood surprised that those worse just came out of Cartman, FUCKING CARTMAN!
"Wow, I uh. Didn't think I'd ever hear that coming from you Eric." Kenny said, pulling his parka hood down. "Are you ready then?" Kenny asked. "Yeah, I'm ready," Cartman replied. They then began to walk to the podium. "Eric?" Kenny asked. "yeah?" Cartman replied. "I really like the person you are becoming like I'm proud to have you as a friend." Kenny complimented. "Pft whatever gaymo." Cartman snorted playfully.
The memorial service then began.