Butters sat in his room, scrolling through social media. It was the same posts. People still giving pity over Tweek's death. He couldn't help but feel a bit of sorrow over the young teen. He didn't deserve it.

What made him feel more shitty is the fact that he agreed with what Cartman said. He wasn't happy about his death. He only agreed so he could keep Cartman as a friend.

The blonde continued to scroll until a certain post caught his attention. It was a picture of Cartman. The caption for the photo is what made Butters upset.

It said "Tonight was another tragic night. Earlier this evening Eric Theodore Cartman committed suicide. He jumped off a bridge. Nobody knows why he did it, but all we know is that he will be missed. R.I.P. Eric Cartman. He's in a better place."

Tears brimmed at his eyes as he screamed. His only "friend" was dead. He couldn't take it anymore. People were dying. The blonde boy had begun to think South Park was cursed.

Butters' parents barged into the room. "Butters why are you screaming like that?!" His father shouted. Right now Butters was a crying mess. "People are dying dad!"

Stephen sighed. "Butters people die all the time." Butters shook his head frantically. "No! People here! This place is cursed!" He began. "First Tweek now Eric! We have to get out of this fucked up town!"

Normally his parents would've yelled at him for swearing, possibly grounding him but they were more concerned about their son's sanity.

"Look.. We'll try to get out of here as soon as possible. Start packing."

Butters slowly got up and started to pack things in bags. He didn't have boxes at the moment. Bags are good enough for now.

The night wasn't any better for Craig either. His parents were mad at him, Stan wouldn't leave him alone, and the paranormal visions wouldn't stop.

Craig sat in his room, staring at the ceiling. For once the room looked normal. Nothing creepy. He was able to remain somewhat calm. He hasn't felt that way in what felt like ages.

He rolled over on his side and widely opened his eyes. He thought he wasn't gonna see another vision again.

A noose hung from the ceiling. It slowly swung back and fourth. Craig felt his body trembling. A ghostly figure dressed in red and grey appeared, neck tightly constricted by the noose.

Distorted choking sounds filled his bedroom. As much as Craig wanted to run away, his body wouldn't let him.

A knock on the door was enough to make the spirit and the noose disappear. By now Craig's heart was beating a mile a minute, his eyes were tightly shut, slight whimpering escaped his throat. "May I come in?" A female voice asked. Craig hesitated and said "Come in..."

The door opened, revealing his mom. She had a bowl of soup in her hand. Steam still surrounded the bowl. "Hey darling you feeling alright?" She asked. Craig sat up and shrugged. "I guess so.."

She walked over and set the bowl down on his nightstand. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just a little concerned."

Craig looked down. "There's nothing to be concerned about.." He mumbled. "I just wish Tweek was still around."

Laura pulled her son into a hug. "I know. Starting tomorrow you're seeing a therapist." She said. Craig sighed. "Mom. Therapy won't help me."

"Just give it a try. Sometimes you just need to talk about your problems."

The raven haired boy sighed. "Fine.. I'll go." He mumbled. He only agreed to go do his mom wouldn't constantly bug him about it.

"Alright. Also I want you to eat all of that soup. You didn't eat breakfast and I doubt you ate lunch please. I don't want you to get sick." She said.

Craig simply nodded his head. "Okay.." Laura kissed him on the head. "Alright let me know if you need anything else."

And with that, she got up and left the room. Craig picked up the semi- warm bowl and started to eat. He was surprised when nothing eerie appeared in his soup.

Craig set the empty bowl down and laid back down. "I miss you so much Tweek.. I really do.." He whispers as he silently cried to himself. "you didn't deserve the pain you felt..."

Meanwhile, Stan quickly dialed Kyle's phone number. He had important news to discuss. "Come on pick up." He whisper yelled into the phone.

"Hello..?" Kyle answered. "Kyle! I found something out! It's so fucked up!"

The ginger sighed. "This better be important."

"Earlier today Cartman killed himself." Stan said. Kyle's eyes went wide. "What? No way! You're lying!" He said, shock detected in his voice.

Kyle found it hard to believe. 'He couldn't have' he thought. Look, tomorrow come to my house same time I'll explain something about it then. I gotta go. Bye." Stan said as e hung up.

Surprised was the only emotion Kyle felt. "No way in hell did that fat ass kill himself." He muttered to himself. The ginger had questions. And of course he wanted answers. Did he actually commit suicide? If so why?