"The Blacklist" [stan x kyle]

"Rules."

(Kyle's POV)

The library was eerily quiet, the only sound was the soft rustle of pages turning and the faint tapping of keyboards. I could feel the weight of unspoken secrets in the air, a tension that sent shivers down my spine. It wasn't just another school day; something felt off, and I needed answers.

As I searched for a place to think, I spotted Wendy at a table, her raven hair catching the dim light. She looked up and smiled, her expression warm and inviting.

"Hey, Kyle! Do you need anything?"

I took a deep breath, knowing this conversation could change everything. "Well, yeah... I need some advice. Have you heard of the game called 'The Blacklist' yet?"

Wendy set her book aside, her brow furrowing slightly. "Who hasn't? The information spread like wildfire. Let me guess, Stan told you?"

"Yeah, how did you know?" I asked, curious.

"It's not important how I got the info. I managed to get the rules from some older students who've already played. Their experiences could give us an edge."

She leaned closer, her voice low. "And I'm pretty sure we both don't want our secrets exposed, do we? I was thinking of forming an alliance, and I'm glad you showed up because you're one of the smartest people in our grade."

"An alliance...?"

I pondered it for a moment. Having a partner could definitely improve our chances of surviving the game. Wendy and I had been through enough together to trust each other now. She doesn't seem like the person to betray anyone, she was always loyal and honest, as far as I know I guess.

"I guess that could work. Now could you explain the rules of the game?" I said, a small spark of hope igniting in my chest.

Wendy smiled brightly. "Of course! So, after the day after tomorrow, the game will start. It lasts two to three weeks, and they give us a task to complete every day. If you don't do it or you do it last, you face a consequence."

"So... how do you win?" I asked.

"You don't win; you survive." Wendy replied, her tone serious.

"I doubt two people could survive this stupid game. I was thinking of inviting Cartman."

Wendy looked up at the ceiling, contemplating. "Cartman?" I said confusingly

"Cartman as in the racist, manipulative, guy who has his own gravitational pull?"

"Yes, I'm talking about the snack machine. But we could really use him. As much as I hate to admit it, that asshole is a good asset, we have to recruit him," unless you want all our secrets exposed," she countered. I had to admit she had a point.

"You're right. I guess it won't hurt to try," I said, scratching the back of my neck, feeling a mix of doubt and determination.

"Good, now go recruit him. No time to waste," she urged, and returned to her book.

I hesitantly walked over to Cartman, who was chatting with Stan and Kenny during lunch..

Trusting him was like putting a loaded gun in my mouth and hoping it won't go off.

I hesitate at the thought once more but I just swallow my worries us and walked over to him.

"Hey, Cartman, I need to ask you a favor.-

a big one."

I glanced at Kenny and Stan. "Can I talk to him alone?"

They exchanged looks and left.