I glance at my friends. Stan, Kyle, Butters and Tweek. And our tag alongs, Wendy, Cartman and Bebe. I wish they weren't here.

They weren't invited.

I slowly trudge up the rotting steps and turn to them.

"We're here!" I exclaim, flinging my arms in the air. My buddies all 'OoO' in unison. Cartman however, grunts

" Oh you moved house. How wonderful Kinneh"

"No one invited you, fatass!" I snap, finnaly losing it with the walking lardball. Sometimes I just want to put him through what I've been through. Dying over and over with no one remembering or caring.

Would he laugh at me then?

I lead them into the rotting place, mulling over what I heard. This place can make forgotten things remembered. Traumatic things. Sorrowful things. Like death. The walls look damp, no, saturated in moss and water. Roof must be leaking. Copper stenches are assaulting my nasal passages.

"J-jeezus-Gah!- I-it smells like blood in here!"

"And alot at that!"

"How much, jew, is "Alot"? Several animals, huma-" crack. The red head brings his fist into the lardballs face.

"SHUT UP CARTMAN!"

About time someone did that. To be fair, the whole antichrist thing was kinda forced on Kyle, were as, Cartman choose to be Hitler Jr.. I bring my attention back to my surrounding. The area is so... water logged that theres little to no dust, but breathing is still difficult. The damp air leaves little room for oxygen, and I know I can last a while, but I'm not sure about Butters. I hope he brought his inhaler, like I told him. I better check.

"Butters, you remembered your inhaler, right?"

"Yes kenny, I wouldn't make that mistake again."

"If its too diffucult for you to breath, I carry you out, alright?"

"Awww, little Kinneh gay for Budders?" Before I can respond, stan slaps Cartman. Man, Stan and Kyle being violent to Cartman, Must be my lucky day.

After a while, we've explored the first floor. I quickly do a head count - Me, Stan, Kyle, Butters and Tweek, Wendy, Cartman and

"Wheres Bebe?"

They glance around like hunted animals.

"I'll go look for her!" Wendy runs off.

"Wendy, wait!" Stan After. By the time we round the corner, gone. 3 of us, gone. 5 left...

Oh god this was a terrable idea. Butters weezes into me, not bad enough to need his inhaler, but I still start carrying the other blonde anyways. Butters is my buddy, I couldn't leave him behind. Cartman sneers slighty, but remains silent, his red marked face reminding him how golden it is when he shuts his trap.

A bookself suddenly crashes between us, blocking Fatass and Kyle off from us, causing Tweek to force himself into my arm, twitching and shaking violently, like the coffee addict always does.

"FUCK!" I yell, comforting the quivering blondes.
"Kenny? Butters, Tweek? You three alright?"

"Trapped and dandy, Kyle. I could maybe scale the debris but I'm not risking these two so Trapped and dandy." Suprisingly there wasn't alot of dust, maybe the damp stopped any forming at all.

"Kyle, don't get seperated from Cartman for a second, ya hear? And don't you dare run off Cartman. We need at least one buddy incase something bad happens. Gotit?

"Fine fine, Kinneh, I'll stay with Kyhl."

"You better" I hiss, cementing my point. I lead both shaking blondes to the center of the room, taking of my coat so the could sit on something dray, leaving myself with only my vest.

A shriek rings out, shortly followed by Wendys shrill voice screaming out "Bebe!".

Fuck.