POV Kenny
Tweek and Butters fell asleep on each other. Not suprising, we've been here nearly a day now. I feel so hungry, but theres no chance of food. I walk around the cold, damp room, mulling over how many ways I've died. Don't think I've ever starved before. Than again I've died so much I'm starting to lose track.

Humming quietly, I try find a way to entertain myself. I could play the knife game with a piece of metal... or maybe play the floor is lava. Or I could read a book, I guess... ugh I need something to do. This is boring as hell! litterally! I'd rather be strung up on a hook, like in that game Kyle loves to play. I never payed attention to it, I found my kryptonite in LBP Karting. Ugggggghhhh.

I decide to listen to the house, see if I can hear anything of the others. Theres a distinct pair of footsteps silently above me. Maybe it's Kyle and Cartman... No, they're too light. Doesn't sound like someone's about to fall through. But that means one of them didn't make it, I'm not suprised...

I try listen for the distinct thudding of the walking lardball's feet, but i can't hear him at all. Meaning he must be still on this floor. Or not walking at all...

Tweek twitches, waking Butters slightly, but he quickly drifts off again. They look adorable together. I think Butters is a better match to him than Craig, he always fights with Craig over silly things and Tweek is usually the one whos right, but Craig never admits that.

Tweek's too timid for Craig; I'm actually glad they broke up again. It seems wrong saying that about my freinds but honistly, I don't care.

Piecing green catches my attention. Theres two green glowing circles staring me down from ontop of the bookcase that fell, cutting us off from the rest.

As if on cue, Tweek and Butters wake, and follow my line of sight. The three of us in a standoff against this new set of eyes, watching carefully, trying to take in details, asses threat. I glance around - only these eyes watching. But this might not be the only one in the house. I continue to stare as these lime green glowpoints, making sure they aren't advancing in any way. A soft clicking resonates from its area, almost like chuckling, filling the air with echos.

Everyone is completely still.

A sudden jolt to the floor and grinding rips my attention away, hooking it on the now growing hole on the floor; a virtical slit down the room, pushing the floor away from under us. Butters jumps the gap as soon as it formed, leaping over to me.

Tweek freezes, staring at the hole.

"Tweek! Jump!" But its too late; Hes seperated from us. In his panic, he fails to climb onto the sofa behind him, and it slowly forces him still.

The room stops, leaving Tweek with a slither and me and Butters a thin chunk. As if mocking us, a thin one person strip extends from both sides to the center of the room, creating a walkway, which Tweek scampers over, before it opens away again.

Theres no way around this however. So i push them in and jump after.