"The Blacklist" [stan x kyle]

"Fear."

(Kenny POV)

The hallways of South Park High were abnormally quiet, quieter than any day, in fact. A palpable tension hung in the air, a thick fog of anxiety that made the fluorescent lights flicker uncomfortably. The whole grade was a nervous wreck, whispering secrets and casting furtive glances at one another, while the other grades seemed blissfully unaware, eagerly waiting for the game to start. Lockers slammed shut more loudly than usual, echoing through the empty corridors, punctuated by the occasional nervous laughter that quickly died out. Students huddled in small groups, eyes darting around as they exchanged theories about "The Blacklist," each rumor more outlandish than the last.

Kenny glanced around the crowd, taking in the worried expressions of his classmates. He spotted Stan amid the chaos.

"Hey, Stan!" Kenny called, weaving his way through the crowd of students.

"Hey, Kenny. Have you gotten the rules yet? The game basically starts tomorrow," Stan replied anxiously, fiddling with the edge of his sweater—a habit he couldn't shake.

"Don't worry about that, you should start thinking about what you can do! Say, why don't we team up? We could get the work done easier and help keep our secrets hidden," Kenny suggested, his tone light but laced with an undertone of seriousness.

"Sure, dude. I was actually about to ask you that. We trust each other enough anyway, right?" Stan replied, his anxiety slightly diminishing thanks to Kenny's reassurance.

"Of course, dude! You can trust me." Kenny added, the weight of those words settling heavily in the air. That sentence planted a small seed of doubt in Stan's mind, the paranoia creeping in. He couldn't shake the feeling that maybe Kenny knew more than what he was letting on.

The spy could be any of us, how could you know if you can trust someone or not?

"You seem pretty anxious, dude. You shouldn't let this get to you. The whole thing is just some dumb seniors trying to embarrass and piss everyone off," Kenny reassured Stan while placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Your right, I'm thinking about it too much,

wanna swing by my place later and try that new game?" Stan asked.

"Sure, I've been wanting to try it for a while now, the whole Blacklist thing distracted us from more important things."
I replied, accepting his invitation.

Stan then walked off to his classes, I guess I should do the same.

As kenny walked to his class, he thinked of the plan he came up with last night.

"That could work, although it's lacks morality— Wait, why should I be worrying about morality? Everyone in south park is fucked up in the head, who am I kidding?"

Kenny thinked to himself looking down at the ground in doubt. as his figure faded off into the swarm of anxious students.

Somewhere else in South Park high, another person is having some struggles with their "Plan".

**Later at lunch**

(Cartman's POV)

"It was finally lunch, the buzzing of the heaters, the chatter of the students, laughter and of course food! It was a place where people would forget about The Blacklist momentarily.

The attention that the Black list was getting was annoying, not that I'm not scared of my secrets being revealed, but people are talking about it 24/7! And it was getting really annoying." Cartman thought to himself.

He then passes by Bebe and Red having a conversation

"Yeah the whole Blacklist ordeal is really scary!" Bebe told Red