All in Danger: A South Park Fanfic

chapter three: Then there was eight

Back at Token's the large group of friends were having a tiny party. Pizza, drinks and very loud music. They were all letting loose and having a great time. Kyle however, had gotten bored and wanted to have some alone time with Stan. 

“Stan!! Come here!” Kyle shouted over the music and loud chattering of their friends. Stan sprinted across the room to his waiting boyfriend. 

“What’s up babe? You need something? We were about to play beer pong!” Stan explained, he was curious as to what his boyfriend wanted. Kyle grabbed Stans hand and led him upstairs. 

Token had a million guest bedrooms, so it wasn’t hard for the two lovebirds to find one. They walked in, shut the door and locked it. Stan walked over to the bed and Kyle pushed him down, getting on top of him. They started to kiss passionately, the kiss held lust and hunger for each other. The rest of the friends were downstairs, knowing exactly what the couple were doing upstairs. Kenny decided to break up the fun and knocked on the locked bedroom door. Stan and Kyle jumped from the unexpected knock and both got up and opened the door. Kenny smirked and looked from Stan to Kyle.

    “Sorry to break up the fun but we’re all leaving.” Kenny said as he walked down the stairs. All ten friends said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Except Kyle slept over at Stans. The two cuddled all night, while having some intimate moments thrown into the mixture of hugs and kisses.  

The next morning Stan woke up next to a peacefully sleeping Kyle, he smiled at how adorable his redheaded boyfriend looked. He yawned, stretched and looked at his phone. 1 missed call and 1 voicemail, from Bebe. Stan was puzzled because Bebe never called, she only ever texted. Stan had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, Stan gently woke Kyle up from his deep slumber. 

    “Stan? What’s wrong?” Kyle asked, still half asleep while rubbing his eyes. Stan clipped the call button and put it on speaker and listened to the voicemail. 

    “STAN! CLYDE ISN’T ANSWERING MY CALLS!! AND SOMEONE IS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!!! AHHH!!!! NO STOP!” Bebe screamed. Stan and Kyle both turned white and immediately got up, dressed and ran out the door and headed to Bebe’s house, which was about a few neighboring streets away. There, they saw yellow police tape, and police cars. Kyle and Stan saw them carry a body on a stretcher and put into the back of the ambulance. As they did, one of the victims hands fell out of the black tarp keeping people from seeing the body. The boys recognized the purple manicure of the cold dead hand. Kyle put his head in Stans chest and bawled. Over the next few days all nine teenagers were interviewed. They all shortly returned to school, still mourning the loss of their dear friend. The day dragged on slowly, and nobody said a word to each other. Finally everyone got a message from the group chat asking to meet at Tokens around 7PM.

    “Clyde, you didn’t kill Bebe did you?” Kenny asked Clyde as the group gathered at the large dining room table at Tokens. 

    “OF COURSE NOT!!! I FUCKING LOVED HER!!” Clyde shouted. Tears threatened to spill from his already puffy and red eyes. 

    “Well the police always blame the boyfriend.” Butters spat. He normally wasn’t so cold towards his friends, but he was scared, they all were. 

    “Enough! Our friend is dead!! I should have stayed with her that night!!” Wendy cried into Token's chest. Silence fell over all of them. The only sound was that of Wendy’s loud sobs. Clyde was crying silently. His girlfriend was gone and she would never come back. The kind hearted and lovely Bebe’s life was cut short. They all decided to just go home, too tired and heartbroken to talk anymore. 

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The day of the funeral had arrived and the group of nine sat together. When they went back to school they were all given sympathetic looks from their teachers and peers. Lunch was quiet, everyone just poking at their food. Finally Tweek spoke up, there was a question eating away at him and he had to know.