"Where the hell is- oh kyle!" *Clyde waves at me exited, the others were standing with him and Tweek had a small purple bag and a book in his hand, he kept dropping the book because he was twitching so much* "hey sorry I was late but I'm ready now..Stan's mum rang me and gave me some stuff" I'm probably all red. "Your so- your all wet and red were your crying?" At least butters cares "yeah I'm alright come on let's go I wanna do this." My body language probably says I don't but I do, a chance too see him again is all I want. *i begin to run into the forest , for the first time in a while I was genuinely smiling. This might work I hope your ready Stan.* "come on!" Everyone's so slow. "Slow down kyle We're not that fast!" *tolkien yelled out as he turned and smiled to the others.* I hope Tweek has a mat or something in that bag for the ouija board.. *i skid across the snowy grass as I wipe the wet snow off Stan's tombstone and push off the other leaves, propping up his flowers and photo * there nice and tidy now. These guys better hurry up, I guess Jimmy is acceptable but everyone else is taking way too long. *the crunch of twigs and snow approaches me fast as everyone squeezes through the trees and take a seat slowly around me, tweek places the book, ouija board and small purple bag on the floor as he quickly tugs on his hair.* "ok so is there like..instructions?" Craig seems to be nervous. "In the box I think..you ok craig?" It's fine tweek and craig will sort eachother out they are good at that. "AGH! I have a..mmmAT. We can put it on the ARGHH flOOR- so the candles and stuff stay still" tweek was always screaming but we know he can't control it, I think some kids at school need to get that through their thick skulls. *Tweek took a purple and black Lacey mat out the purple bag along with a lighter, candles and some sage. He sets it up nicely and gently takes the ouija board out the box and places it on the center on the mat as he lights the candles and sage* "good thing it's not windy" butters seems to be really into this stuff. "THIS- isn't mine it's M-...B-..Butters..s stuff I'm a Buddhist!" Hm didnt think butters liked this stuff...good for him "well butters if this is yours how do we do it?" God I can't belive I'm doing this..I'm really exited but god am I nervous. "Well we have everything lit..here everyone put 2 fingers on this" ok...wait. "But how?" It's a bit confusing, how do I know these guys won't move it. "I don't kn-!?" Clyde stopped. "WAAAAIITTT!" FLOPP. "JUST WAIT KYLE HOLD ON" Kenny? How did he know I was here....and he tripped on a rock and now he's crying. "JUST HOLD ON- *SNIFF* I GOTTA TELL YOU SOMETHING" I swear he tripped on a tiny rock he's sobbing like he broke his leg I swear. "What do you need Kenny." Not like him to act like this * I watch as Kenny struggles to pull himself up, he runs to grab my arm and tugs me too a corner.* "Kyle, ok thank god I found you." Why is he acting so weird.. "yeah what's wrong dude?" This is freaky. * Kenny is still panting as he looks into my eyes and locks me in tightly, a strong cold wind almost blows my- Stan's hat off as he slowly fixes his posture he sighs.* "Stan says hi." *the 3 words I thought I'd never hear again, I feel a shiver throw down my spine.* no way, it can't be true he can't have died all those times..surely Stan's- the note- *his eyes still red and watery he quietly blubbers* "don't let anyone but you touch the eyeglass. And no matter what don't expect what you remember." What the hell?! Is he crazy? *i Stand taken aback as i Look at him,* there's no way he could have seen the Note. *a strong wind flourishes on my cheeks as he shoves my out the way, a loud snap is heard from above as he smiles and lays onto his stoumach.* SNNNAAAPPP *the branch was so thick it could have been its own tree "d-..don't tell the others what I said, I'm gonna be fine. See you soon." He just smiled. He knew what was going to happen *the branch falls and lands clean in the middle of Kenny as his smile fades from his face and his skin tone fades to white in a matter of seconds.* what did I just witness..I can't help him. Best I can do is listen. "Kyle?!" They are calling me. "Comming!" Ok just act chill, "you ready now dude?" Ok calm yourself kyle. "Yeah let's do this, butters what if I just held the piece ..?" Hopefully that WASNT too suspicious.. "sure! But its a good idea that I hold it too, also..." *butters pulles out a small white chalk and started walking behind the stone, he began to draw a large circle with a star, he dusted off his hands on his dark green cargo pants, covered in stickers and paint.* ok let's do this. "It's gonna be ok kyle. You just gotta stay calm " yeah. Ok I got this... "ok.." *i slowly begin to reach for the eyepiece as I feel shivers down my spine, I slowly place 2 fingers on it as I felt a cold sensation in my head, like someone had showered my brain in ice. A large gush of wind hit me in the face as I watched the candles blow out immediately, the floor jittered slightly, as I moved my hand off the eyepiece...it moved on its own.* "ok I have never seen that before." *everyone sat around shocked as the peice slowly moved to 'hello'* "I really hope it's him...I- is this Stan marsh...?" Please please... *the peice didn't move for a moment..it inched towards the letter k as I sat in disbelief...it began to spell, 'k,y,l,e,?' I felt tears swell up in my eyes, I felt everyone's shock around me.* oh my god. "Yeah dude It's me, im pretty sure you can see but I'm with the others, I just wanted to talk to you again dude. There's so much I wanna say to you I'm so sorry.." don't cry come on Kyle. *it spelt fast. 'I,t,s,o,k,d,u,d,e,d,o,n,t,b,e,s,o,r,r,y,.,I,m,i,s,s,e,d,y,o,u,e,v,e,n,t,h,o,u,g,h,I,n,e,v,e,r,l,e,f,t,y,o,u,r,s,i,d,e,'* god i missed him. Too. *butters slowly whispered something in my ear, I agreed*
Let's do this.
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//The blues\\-(a South Park Au)
ParanormalIn the panic of stan committing suicide Kyle finds himself with butters and an ouija board, but can he really trust anyone? Tw: HEAVY SUICIDE MENTIONS, SH AND OTHER MENTAL ISSUES, ABUSE