A Game We Call Superheroes (The Rewrite)

Chapter 10

Key: (Y/n) - your name, (L/n) - Last name

From Just Superpowers to Super Trauma

"...What the hell?" Craig said, pulling a phone out of the snow.

He pulled his own out of his hoodie pocket and turned on the flashlight to shine it around the area. First, a phone lying suspiciously in the snow, and now he spots a pretty fresh bloodstain on the movie theatre wall?

It all screamed at him that something was wrong. With no footprints or any other evidence to follow, he turned his attention back to the phone in his other hand. Trying to turn it on only showed him a flashing red battery.

Great, it's dead, he thought.

He was still on patrol, covering for Kyle since he couldn't come out because of his parents, and he didn't have a charger to find more evidence of who it might belong to. He wouldn't even be out here tonight if his parents were douchebags.

He flipped it over to look at the case but doubted it would give him any clues either. He was wrong. There was only one person he'd ever seen with a Simon 'Ghost' Riley phone case.

"Fuck."

Craig had just found your phone. So where were you? Not here, that's for sure. He had a feeling the blood was yours, which only made him feel more concerned.

He immediately sent a group message to the Freedom Pals to call for an emergency meeting. Luckily, Cartman wasn't patrolling tonight and so graciously offered (read: forced) to use his basement as the meeting place. Following the text, he took a vial and a Q-tip to collect a sample of the blood from the wall - Call Girl and Professor Timmy would know how to deal with it. Once the vial was closed and secured in his pocket, he rushed toward Cartman's house.

Once he was there, he hurriedly pushed past Cartman and went down to the basement. He plugged in your phone just as fast. Meanwhile, Cartman whined the entire time and followed closely behind the Chullo-wearing male, much to his irritation.

It didn't take long for most of the other heroes to pile into the basement, groggy and grumbling curses. Why did Craig feel the need to wake them up in the middle of the night?

"Craig," Cartman complained. "What the hell-"

"Shut the fuck up and listen," he snapped, effectively cutting him off.

Everyone was a bit taken back that he snapped at Cartman like that, he usually wasn't one for it. Their attention lay solely on him as he retrieved the vial from his pocket. Confused faces looked back and forth between it and Craig, who stared at it bitterly.

"I found this-" Craig then pointed toward your phone "and a phone while I was on patrol. I think it's (Y/n)'s. Both of them."

"You... found a Q-tip in a vial?" Tweek questioned.

Craig rolled his eyes, "No. I took a sample of the blood I found, genius. I thought one of you might be able to analyze it or something, confirm it's her blood I found on the wall."

"On a wall?" Mysterion chimed in.

"Yeah, by the... movie... theatre...." In an instant, Clyde, Craig, Tweek, Token, and Jimmy shared a look.

Tweek twitched anxiously, "AGH! You don't think-!"

"Think what?" Kyle asked.

Token and Craig shared another look before Craig nodded. Token then explained that the guys hung back on his driveway after the six of you hung out that same night, but you were in a rush to get home so you left without them.