Killer

Who Could've Done This

We woke up, getting onto our feet.
We yawned, scratched and did some morning routines.
At least they all calmed down. But I still miss that jolly friend of ours.
Don't worry Butters, we'll do everything to find that person,
the one who did this to you.
We started searching again.
We found more item than we did earlier.
Like bloody pencil, torn piece of cloth, Broken glove and an old cleaver knife.
"Hey we should split up."
Stan said to us.
"I agree, we might find someone, ya know.."
Craig said supporting Stan's idea.
"Are you guys, nuts?! What if one of us gets killed or worse?!"
Kenny yelled out as he snapped out of his depression.
"You know what happened to Butters! And now we need to split up?! Are you ma—"

"K-Kenny, we ne-ed to, for him..."
Tweek interrupted.
"You're in this too, Tweek?!"
Kenny furiously asked him.
Tweek nodded looking down.
"Fine, then."
Kenny said, crossing his arms against his chest.
"Okay so the groups are:
Group 1: Craig, Clyde, Kyle and Cartman.
Group 2: Stan, Tweek, Kenny and Token."
Stan announced.
We parted ways, Me and my group went to the left hall and Stan and the others went to the right hall.

I hope they'll be alright.

●●●●Stan●●●●
We needed to do this. I'm also surprised that Craig agreed with me. He never, in all my life, agreed with Me.
Well I guess he saw my idea and understood it. No wonder he's the leader of their group, I thought he was just a jerk. But I guess I was... wrong.
"Oh God! What if we m-meet the killer on o-our way?! That's too much pressure, man!!"
I heard Tweek scream out and trie to pull his hair, when Kenny held his hand to stop him.
"Don't okay, just don't."
Kenny told Tweek as he calmed down. I looked over Token who seems to be surprised. Maybe Kenny was the first in my group to have calmed Tweek down. From what I know, Craig's gang were the only ones who always calm him down. Huh, nice work there  Kenny.
We walked along the halls, but we haven't found anyone or anything.
"Uh, Stan..."
Token tapped my shoulder, ask to say anything.
"What is it, Token?"
I looked at him, waiting for his need.
"I need to go to the bathroom for a whi—"

"DON'T YOU MIGHT MEET THE KILLER!!"
Tweek interruptly yelled in panic.
We both looked at him, startled.
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Token went to him and patted his head.
"Don't worry, Tweekster, I'll be back before you know it."
With those words of Token he calmed down, but he looked disappointed,  I guess he's still frightened.
Kenny went to him and patted his back, smiling. He comforted him, again.
Token looked to me and I nodded.
He went out, and went across the corner of the hall.
Tweek stared as he looked at Token disappear from his sight.
I also looked at Token and....
he was smiling.
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      ~Few Hours Later~
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We waited for Token to come back from the bathroom.
"Token i-is really taking a-a long time. He should b-be back by now."
Tweek stated, I can tell he's really worried. And he's right, Token is really taking a long time, I wonder how he's doing?
"We should go check on him.."
Kenny said standing up from his spot. I nodded and I got up as well.
We went to the direction of where the bathroom is.
We opened the door to the bathroom and couldn't believe our eyes...
Token... is dead.
His eyes were wide open and his legs were broken and the bones were sticking out. He also had 7 knives sticking out of his chest, 2 on his thigh and 3 on his left arm.
"Arrrgh!!!! OH GOD!!  KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!! I JUST KNEW IT!! BUT HE STILL DID IT!!! ARRGH!!"
Tweek cried out, regreting everything.
Kenny was again shocked at what happened. I called Kyle on my phone.
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"Hello?"
Kyle answered.
"Kyle... we need to meet up..."
I said disappointly.
"O-okay... where?"

"In front of the principal's office.... we need to tell you something as well..."
I said sadly.
"Okay..."
I hung up the phone, and told Tweek and Kenny to go.
But he couldn't move Tweek, it's like he's frozen..
He wouldn't move, not even a muscle.
I have to do it... just this once..... just to make him snap out of it....
Sorry, Tweek.....
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*slap!!!*
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Tweek fell down. I guess it was too hard. Tweek shook his head and put his hand over his swollen cheek. His eyes started to water.
"Sorry Tweek... I really am.
I had to snap you out of that zone you're in..."
He slowly nodded.
I didn't know I had bandaids. My mom must've put it in my pants when I was taking a shower.
I took out the bandaid and put it over Tweek's swollen red cheeks.
"T-thanks..."
Tweek said softly as I applied the bandaid.
After that we went on the move.
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    ~Few Minutes Later~
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We met up, just as I said. In front of the principal's office. Craig and the others came by in like 10 seconds after we did.
"So, did you find anything?"
Craig asked us. He also noticed that Tweek had red cheeks and there was a bandaid over it.
His eyes widened a little. He went towards Tweek and held his head.
"Huh?"
I heard Tweek whimper.
"Why is his cheeks red?"
Craig asked, still examining Tweek's cheek.
"Did you see the killer? Did he try to attack you guys?"
He kept asking, then, I finally spoke up.
" I slapped him.."
I finally said, looking down.
Craig gazed his eyes upon me angrily, for me to have slapped his best friend's cheek.
He went towards me, and gripped my collar.
"What?! You did that? Why?"
He glared at me angrily as he asked me with a furious tone.
"..."
I tried to speak.
"Well?!"
He said to me, still gripping on my shirt.
"I had to..."
His eyes widened to my answer.
"We saw Token....dead and—"
"Wait! Token is.. dead?! Ow can that be! What happened?!?!"
Clyde cut me off and freaked out.
"He was going to make a bathroom break, after he went.
It took him a lot of time so we became suspicious. We went to the bathroom and saw him on the ground, in a pool of blood..."
Kenny said to Clyde, looking down to the ground. Water filled his eyes as he knew what happened.
"Stan had to slap Tweek because, he was in the depression zone, so he had to snap out of it..."
Kenny then turned to Craig.
He let go of my collar and sat down falling.
"Token...."
He mumbled.
Tweek started crying and so did Clyde, who seemed to cry louder, for the lost of his best friend.
We comforted them both but Tweek. I think he'll always remember that horrible sight.
Tweek sat down and hugged his knees, his head stayed up, but looked..... broken. His eyes were like dead fish eyes. Completely dark. Craig went over him and comforted him, as Tweek's eyes were streaming with tears. We rested and tried to get some rest and forget the sight we saw and the friend we had lost, yet again.