Everyone Goes to Hell in the End (Script)

The Color Red

Craig stood in front of the summoning circle. He stepped on it to activate it. There was the fire he had known. He could see the creature shoot upward from inside the blaze. He was looking up at the hellish creature. "You must Open your heart to salvation." he stated firmly. The creature flew down. Still suspended in the air, he got close to Craig's face and held it in his hands. "No. Open your heart... to ME." the creature said. Craig's eyes popped open. He realized he was in his bed. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! He covered his mouth with his hand. No. He had to stop. These thoughts. These dreams. It is common knowledge to know the fate of those who think this way. He found himself in the same spot he was in not too long ago. Deja vu. He stepped on the circle and it glowed red, like it had done several times before. The fire blazed upward and so did the creature. The creature landed. "Oh. Hello again." Tweek said. "There's something I need to know. Let's go downstairs." Craig stated. Tweek plopped down on his designated couch. Craig plopped down on a couch as well, slumping forward. "So, what do you need to know? It hasn't been that long since we last spoke." Tweek asked. "The stories you've told me... those who fell were somehow influenced by Hell." Craig stated, still looking down at his hands. "Well, I wouldn't say influenced, but more informed. But anyway, continue." Tweek corrected. "Angels have only ever fallen because Hell intervened, right? Like, angels have NEVER fallen without that Hellish influence, right? Putting thoughts and ideas into their heads?" Craig asked desperately. Tweek could sense the pastor's distress. "Why do you ask? I think you need to take a moment to-" Tweek asked concerningly. "Please. Just tell me." Craig pleaded, gripping Tweek's hand. "There... have been angels that fell without direct Hellish intervention. And it was a lot of angels at once. That fell." Tweek sighed. Craig let go of Tweek's hand. "Tell me the story, please. I just want to know more." Craig said. Tweek sighed. "Alright. I'll tell you of the tale they named The Color Red."

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How to start this story without making this whole situation confusing? I suppose we can start with four angels: Stan, Wendy, Kyle and Bebe. Now, these four angels were single. Two would be considered single losers, seeing as they had never dated anyone. Now, seeing as everyone here is single, you could say they felt... lonely. So with permission, these two pairs of angels decided to move in together, mostly to keep eachother company. They were best friends. And they were roommates. These two pairs of best friends/roommates that were simply living their single angel lives in Heaven, without much of a care in the world. Why would they have a care in the world? Aside from their Heavenly duties, what else could they possibly complain about? They had friends. They had commodities. Well obviously, two of them had managed to exist this entire time without dating a single person. Which quite honestly, they were both aware was very sad. And not in a depressive way, but in a pathetic way. They each had their own excuses for it too. Wendy said it was because no one met her standards. Stan said no one would possibly want to date him. No one could possibly understand why it is that when these two were sitting in the same bar far across from each other that they were thinking about this same, sad fact. Surrounded by friends, glasses of wine sat on the table. Interestingly enough, Stan made the grave mistake of actually saying what was on his mind. Though it was only meant for his best friend to hear. "Hey Kyle?" "Don't you think it's weird how I've existed for so long, but I've never had a girlfriend?" he asked.

Kyle looked over at Stan, with a face of confusion. "Huh? Oh. Well, I wouldn't say it's weird, but I guess it's... interesting." Kyle commented. "I mean, I've existed just as long as you, but you have dated lots of girls and I haven't. It feels like I'm falling behind." Stan sighed. Kyle looked concerned over his friend's glumness. "Well, you don't HAVE to have a girlfriend. You're not falling behind, dude. But if you want to date someone, think about who is available." Kyle said, looking around the room. He noticed a familiar angel. A cute angel who had also happened to hang out with her friends on the other side of the bar. "What about Wendy? You used to have a crush on her, right? She's nice, pretty and really smart too." Kyle said, motioning Stan over to Wendy. Stan looks over to an angel he had known for a while, then turned back to Kyle and stated "I guess so". Unfortunately, they forgot that Cartman was sitting right next to them. Cartman, who is way too much of an asshole to be an angel, unfortunately overheard Stan's pondering, and takes his chance to embarrass him very publicly. "Well Stan, today's your lucky day, because I'm about to set up a date with you and Wendy." Stan begins to slighttly panic "Wait, Cartman, no-". But it's too late. Cartman has decided to play his stupid games and play the self-assigned role of Cupid. "HEY WENDY", Cartman obnoxiously yelled, catching her attention. She turned around and had a cringed look on her face as soon as she laid eyes on Cartman. "Stan is totally into you and totally wants to go out with you!" Stan decides to look away and try to hide himself, spectacularly failing at avoiding the embarrassment. Wendy looked over at Bebe for a sign of some sort. Bebe could be seen mumbling something, but gave her a reassuring look. "Oh, um, alright", Wendy replied hesitantly. She didn't even know Stanley that well, so this was certainly... a surprise. But it was a chance for her to change her relationship status, so why not? "How does next week sound?!" Cartman blabbered. "I guess that's okay?" Wendy replied. "See Stan?" Cartman said, still being very public, "I was able to get you a date so that you won't be a total single loser!" Stan was just staring at Cartman, completely embarrassed. "Shut your fat mouth." Kyle said, staring down Cartman. "Well Stanny boy, now that I've got you a date, it's best that you and Wendy make sure you know how to make out, because otherwise, this date will be the most embarrassing thing to happen to both of you." he said in a derogatory manner, completely ignoring Kyle's annoyance. Cartman made his way out of the bar, leaving the groups of angels behind. Stan and Wendy processed what Cartman had just laid down. Two inexperienced beings, without previous partners, who don't know how to flirt, hold hands, and... KISS. They were fucked.