A/N: AHHHHHHH!!!! So many emotions right now! The book is almost at the end! And my uncle is going to help me try and publish a secret project I'm working on.

AAAAAAAHHHHHH

Also warning: Suicide mention and mentions of child abuse (yep you guessed it. Pete)

"I knew it!" We all look at Pete at our 'secret' hideout aka the shed. "That game, this cult stuff, and everything! No wonder it sounded so familiar!"

"And that is?" I asked, and he handed me his phone. He showed me clips from the show Riverdale. Season two a masked murderer claiming to do everything for someone, season three a cult and a board game that was like Dungeons and Dragons.... "OH SHIT!" I looked at Pete. "Are you saying that Butters and this whole cult thing has to do with copying that damn TV show?!"

"Probably, but this board game." He points at the Cauldrons and Swords box. "It was out way before that show." I sat against the wall of the shed, and was in deep thought. Someone, someone who was close to Butters, is copying the show...

"Pete... Pete let's just talk about this later...." He nodded and right when he did the others showed up. "Hey guys." I called them all, we needed to talk about A. A and their stupid plan. For all we know he or she might harm us. "Where's Stan?"

"He's-"

"I'm right here." Stan walked in, and he was soaking wet. "Sorry my truck is messed up so I had to take my bike. I fell in a puddle."

"Good thing we have a heater." I gave Stan a cover, and he accepted it happily. I looked at everyone. They knew why they are here, and they are not going to like it. "We need to tell each other what pictures we gotten from A."

"Uh come again?" Craig asked as he crossed his arms. "Tell each other the pictures?"

"Yes Craig. We are all on the same boat, so we need to trust each other." I tell them, and they all nod in agreement. Well except for Stan. I took a deep breath. "I will go first." I took my phone out, pulled the picture up, and made everyone sit in a circle. After everyone was seated I placed my phone in the middle. "It happened on New Year's Day... Right at midnight. I was scared of showing because I still haven't had all of my feelings worked out... I still don't." I looked at Cartman after what I said. His eyes were own my own.

Kenny lets out a sigh showing his two photos. The original one and the funeral one. The first one was a picture razors covered with blood, and the second was a car crash. It looked like Kenny's car. "This... Th-this past summer while all of you were busy with camp I... I." He took a deep breath. "I tried to kill myself multiple times. The second picture shows the result of a car crash... I drove my car into a tree... Craig saved me that day."

"Oh Kenny." Craig and I gave him a tight hug. After a few minutes Kenny was done crying, and Craig showed us his pictures. One was a hospital room and the other was a tattoo of a feather that was on fire. "This past summer while I was helping Kenny I was also put into the hospital. I was held at gun point when left town for a day. They stole everything I had. The second one... I joined a gang."

It took me a little bit to understand what he was saying, but nodded. I looked at Pete who seemed reluctant. He took his phone out. "B-both pictures go together..." I looked at the pictures to see a lady and and old looking tree. "I'm the reason my mom died... Back in seventh grade a few months before Wendy's birthday my mom and I went on a trip. I was for once so happy, but it didn't last... I distracted her, and she ran off the road. The tree is where I spread some of her ashes and the picture is her... After words my dad started drinking more, and." He sighed, and just rolled his shirt up. On his chest was a huge bruise, and it was fresh.

"I'm going to kill him." Stan stood up, but Pete quickly grabbed his hand. "Let go of me, Pete!"

"No Stan!" Pete pulled on his arm and Stan came crumbling down. Thunder could be heard outside the shed, and rain soon followed. "Look like we're staying in here for a bit."

"Cartman your turn." Stan huffed.

"A-actually... Can... Can I go last?" Cartman scratched his neck nervously. "Stan I know you got a text from A at Butters' funeral."

Stan bit his lip before nodding. He took his phone out and gave it to me. There was a picture of Michael, the goth/Pete's abusive ex, and an x was over his face. I kept looking and saw two more. I slowly looked at Stan.

He fucking didn't... Did he? I looked at the most recent picture. "Stan... How could you?"

"What?" Pete took the phone before I could do anything. I saw the tears swell up. "S-stan..."

"Look Pete I-" A loud slap was heard. "Fuck Pete! What the hell?!"

"YOU FUCKED MICHAEL?!" Everybody went silent. It seemed like it wasn't even raining anymore, but it was. He handed the phone back to me.

I looked at all three pictures. The one with a red x over Michael's face, the second was the two kissing, and the last one was the two in bed. A must have taken it from the window. "Wait..." I pointed at the kissing picture. "Stan wasn't this the day when I started getting the letters from Cartman?"

Stan was sweating a lot and Pete looked at me before looking back at Stan. He looked like he was about to kill him. "Stan. Be honest with me." Uh oh... He seems to calm. "Did you cheat on Wendy with Michael?" Stan sighed before nodding. "Stan that also means he cheated on me with you."

Pete got up and grabbed his backpack before leaving the shed and walking into the rain... Well ran into the rain. Stan got up and followed. Craig rushed out as well.

I can't believe this happened. Stan cheated on Wendy with Michael... Pete's abusive ex Michael... Shit... Kenny and I looked at each other before looking at Cartman. "Umm your pictures can't be worse... Right?"

Cartman looked at Kenny nervously, and then looked at me. He gulped before showing his phone. A picture of strip club business card was the first picture. The second was a picture of a sleeping baby. I looked at him confused. "Cartman what is this?"

"I work at that club. I bus tables... The baby... She's my daughter...." He trailed off. "It was a one night stand... I just wanted to see what it was like to be with a girl, and she got pregnant. Nine months later Felicity showed up. She lives with her mom and I've been trying to get money to pay child support. Her mom says I don't have to, but I feel like because I can't be there for Felicity the least I can do is help pay for baby supplies." He took a deep breath before looking back at me.

"Wow.... Who would want to sleep with you?" I lightly punched Kenny. "Ow! What the hell?"

"Dude he is clearly upset that some randow was able to get a picture of his daughter." I told him. I showed them the picture I got at the funeral. "Here."

The two look at it before the color on their faces drain. "Kyle... Is that a picture of you disposing of a dead body?"

Stan's POV

I fucking messed up! I followed Pete and called for him, but he just kept running away from me. "Pete! Wait let me explain!"

He stops and turns around. His tears mixed in with the rain. "Explain? Explain?! You cheated on Wendy with my boyfriend at the time! And then what did you do? You fucked him! You fucking fucked him! Do you realize how much that hurts?! I trusted you Stan! I trusted you enough to tell you about what he did to me!" He started walking away again. "I'm staying at Henrietta's so don't bother waiting for me later on!"

I wante dto go after him, but something held me back. Something named Craig, and boy was he mad. "Stan Marsh... You are officially a fucking idiot." I tried to get away from him, and he didn't let go of my shoulder. "He is in love with you, and you fucking went and hurt him. He doesn't want to admit he does because all the people he loved had either left him or hurts him! And you basically did both you fucking idiot!" He gripped my shirt tightly. "You hurt the most broken person I have ever met!"

And that's when the first puncj was thrown. He punched me right in the nose, and I felt blood rush down my face. He lets go of me and I punched back. After a few more hits I was on the ground and he was standing over me. "Don't you ever I near him again!" He delivered a kick to my stomach before walking away.

I was having trouble breathing and looked down at my stomach. I am fucking pathetic, aren't I? Why yes myself, we are. I watched as my blood mixed in with the rain. I'm so pathetic. I smiled sadly. I'm so fucking stupid. "Stan? Oh my God Stan!" I felt someone try to pick me up. "Stan stay with me please! Please I can't loose you! Stay with me! I-I'll call an ambulance!"

"N-no." I whispered as I heard them cry. Anywhere, but the hospital.

"I need to help you Stan!" They cried.

"You can patch me up Michael." I whispered before everything went black.