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Kyle turned the key in the lock carefully, it was late, his mother would be upset to see him get home so late, and it wasn't like he could explain why he was back past curfew... Stan was still silent, as they went inside suddenly Kyle noticed his mother sitting on the couch. "Bubby! There you are! Where the hell were you!? I was worried sick I was about to call the police!" She stood up, her face mixed with frustration and stress, "I'm sorry ma I-" Kyle began before getting cut off, "You've been going out so late recently! What the hell are you doing out there! I've been so concerned and..." Sheila slowly paused, she noticed how distraught Stan looked, and just how worn out Kyle looked. "Did something happen..?" Stan didn't answer, and Kyle squeezed his hand softly, "I'm sorry... I uh... some stuff happened and I just want Stan to stay the night, I'm sorry I didn't tell you ma..." Without warning Sheila pulled the both of them into a hug, Stan was tense, but somewhat relaxed in her arms, "It's alright boys, you don't have to say what it was... you both are good kids..." Stan's breath hitched and tears went down his cheeks, "Stanley it's alright, if you want to go get changed upstairs and get cleaned off go ahead sweetheart..." Sheila wiped some of the tears from his face, her touch tender and motherly. Stan nodded, slowly pulling away before going upstairs, when he went upstairs she turned to Kyle. "Bubby, want me to reheat dinner? I'm sure you haven't eaten today... you kids are still growing you can't be skipping meals..." Kyle nodded, "Yeah that would be nice..." he murmured, Sheila went to the kitchen, pulling out the tray of leftovers and using a serving spoon to scoop the stew into bowls, "You boys can eat it upstairs, I'm sure that you two aren't in the mood to speak to me right now... but if you need me at any point, please tell me. I'll help any way I can..." Sheila smiled softly, "Thank you ma..." Kyle began, "It really means a lot to me... thank you..." After Sheila reheated the stew Kyle brought the bowls up, he placed them on the dresser, and as he waited for Stan to come out he suddenly heard a muffled noise come from the bathroom, he recognized it as a cry of sorts, he quickly gripped the doorknob, "I'm coming in, Stan!" He shouted as he opened the door, when he did he noticed Stan was pressed into the corner, his eyes locked on the mirror, his body was shaking and his eyes were wet with tears, "Stan..? What's going on?" Stan didn't answer for a moment, his mouth moving but no sound, but finally he found his voice... "I keep seeing her... she's haunting me..." his voice was strained, Kyle knew instantly who he was talking about... Wendy... He carefully took Stan's hand pulling him into the bedroom. "There's no one here besides us Stan, I'll keep you safe..." Kyle murmured, the both of them laid down and Stan's hands fidgeted with his sleeves as he looked at the few glow stars stuck to the ceiling. They sat in silence for a while, neither of them knowing truly what to say... neither of them really wanted to be in this situation, and Kyle didn't know if he could say anything that would really help. They used to always spend so many nights like this, laying with each other, talking about plans for the future, talking about their families or classmates... yet it was so different now, they were the only two magical girls left in town... and the blood was on their own hands. They laid there in silence for a bit longer, before Stan spoke up, "I always wanted to be a singer..." Stan murmured, Kyle turned his head to face Stan, Stan's eyes were softer, with a strange sense of nostalgia in them, "What made you randomly bring that up?" Kyle asked, "I never meant to make my wish when I did... if I could get what I actually wanted... it would be to have my old band back... I know it was in elementary school but I mean, I just miss it..." Stan trailed off, "Am I a bad person since I never wanted to be a magical girl?" "What? No? I mean like especially after tonight I feel like it's-" "Even before tonight... I never wanted this... fuck man... I made my wish while I was drunk, I feel just... trapped..." Stan continued, "Stan we've gone through a lot... plus this is a hard job... of course it's understandable to not want it..." Kyle mumbled, "Kyle, why are you acting so calm!?" Stan let out a scoff, "Jesus Christ dude, we saw three deaths today! Wendy caused two of them! And then I..." "Stan don't blame yourself... that wasn't your fault... you did it to defend me... to defend us..." Kyle reached out to touch Stan's shoulder but Stan suddenly sat up pushing his hand away, "Kyle, stop! You keep saying all of this shit as if it'll make me feel better! It's not! I need you to not try making it seem like we're good people! Neither of us are!" Stan cried out, "I killed the first girl I ever loved today! I know she is my ex but I spent so many years in love with her! I keep thinking I see her, I keep hearing her voice anytime it's too quiet! It's driving me crazy!" Kyle stayed silent, listening as Stan continued, "I miss how we used to be! Before all of this shit! What the hell happened to us!? We used to pretend to be superheroes, protecting the town, or we'd dress up super weird and have arguments with classmates on who was dressed gayer! Look at us now! We don't have a future anymore! We won't grow old! We're stuck like this! We're going to be stuck in this endless loop until we either die or become witches!" "Stop! Look, I know that! You're repeating the same shit Wendy said! Do you want to go down the same path as her! Going batshit crazy and killing people!?" Kyle cried out in desperation, "I know that's what we'll eventually become! But god damn it listen to me!" Kyle grabbed Stan by his shoulders, gripping them tightly as he stared into his eyes, "We need to survive for each other! Just the two of us! Fuck whatever we originally planned! Fuck it if were not going to grow old! We need to keep on living! Kyle's hand let go of Stan's shoulder before grabbing his face, "And Stan, you know what I think? If we really are going to become witches, then let's tear apart this rotten world together!" Stan's expression softened and Kyle let go of his face, Stan instantly pulled Kyle into a hug, "You're right dude... we'll tear apart this rotten world together..." Stan finally said with a small hint of a smile, and with that, they laid back and began to finally sleep.
