I'm sorry Creek • Chapter 3

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It was cold the next day, a bit chilly with heavy winds. Tweek and Craig were walking down the street, holding hands. Tweek was twitching like always and Craig was calming Tweek down, even though he was scared too.
They both thankfully made it to school safely. Craig grabbed Kenny, Stan, Kyle, and Eric's arms and pulled them out of the classroom, meeting up with Token and Tweek.

Craig: You guys, about yesterday. Don't go near Butters. If he talks to you, STAY FRIENDLY. Don't be rude. If you don't want to end up like Clyde. Everything is-

Suddenly within the blink of an eye, Craigs head was cut off and the criminal got away.

Tweek: *screams* CRAIG!?! CRAIG! THIS ISN'T THE TIME FOR JOKING! *Falls on his knees trying to shake Craig's headless corpse (hoping it was fake) awake*

Kyle: We better go before this hallway becomes a bloodbath, and the bloods on our hands.

Stan: Metaphorically and physically.

Everyone returned back to their seats, horrified. Everyone looked down at their desks and didn't say a word. If you were quite enough you should hear Tweek weeping, and every once in a while, sobbing.

Kyle: He just... Died. Out of nowhere. Right in front of us...
Stan: Maybe it's best if you don't think about it.
Butters: O-oh! Hello! S-sorry I'm late..I was dropped off late, slept through my alarm.
Mr. Garrison: It's okay Butters, take your seat.

Kyle leaned into next to Butters desk.

Kyle: Yo, You're not sly Butters, we all know what you did.
Butters: W-what?! I'm sorry Ky, What are you talking about?

Kyle's face froze.

"You...you killed Clyde a-and Craig! That's why you're late..to wash off the blood stains! And when you came crying to us about Clyde...you scared of Craig, Tweek, and Token...only to look innocent. BUT I KNOW YOUR GAMES LEO! YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANY. ONE.

Suddenly a huge slam is heard on one of the desk. It was Tweek. There was a giant puddle of blood running down Tweek's desk.

Butters: Must've been too much pressure for him. *Starts laughing*

Kyle's eyes widen with fear.

Kyle: W-what...
Butters: It must have been too much pressure for him, PUSSY!

Kyle jumps out of his seat in fear and backed up behind Stan.

Butters: I'm just kidding, You should've seen your faces! *Laughs manically* ooooooh myyy goddd! *Laughs some more*

Mr. Garrison: Is...he...dead?
Butters: YEP! Committed suicide right infront of all of us!

Everyone stared at Butters in fear.
All Butters did in response was give a big "innocent" smile.

Butters: *mutters under his breath* Two more down.

Kyle: *whispering to Stan* This isn't going to be- *looks at Butters*

Butters: *mouthing* You'll be next Kyle Broflovski.

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