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Craig is pulled before the four blonde demons up a few feet in the air. Thomas had stopped puking blood, Tweek was shaking like crazy, Pip was rocking on his feet forward and back with his fucking grin spread across his stupid face, and Gregory just simply smirked.

"Craigy where do you think you're going? It's not like I'm going to hurt you." Gregory purrs.

"You killed Jimmy! Why the fuck should I listen to you!" Craig spats.

"I didn't kill him, Pippy did."

Pip shows off his lovely, pointy pearly whites. Craig felt his stomach twist and the cold feeling crawling back into him.

"Now, I will let you go if you do me a little favor." Gregory slowly puts Craig down, but doesn't let go of him. The black tendrils were coming from his back.

Craig glares at him, "And what is that."

"Simply tell me where Stan Marsh is, and we will all go our merry way to Hell."

Craig stares at him, and slowly blinks. "So… If… If I tell you where Stan Marsh is, you'll let me go…?"

"Craig, I will always stay true to my word." Gregory smiles and puts a hand on his chest, "You give me what I want, and I'll have no qualms with you."

"I mean, I'm not exactly… like… Best friends with him or anything…"

"Friends enough to have him over at your house last night."

Craig swallows and thinks where Stan would be. He just wants Stan. Just Stan. Just… Stan. "The last time I saw him, he was still at school… Um… School might be out, I don't know. If he's anywhere besides there, it's probably at his house or Cartman's–"

The tendrils retreat back to Gregory, freeing Craig. Gregory's smile grows more devilish. "Thank you, Craig. That's all I wanted to know."

"I mean, like," He brushes off his pants, "Simple process of elimination would have led you to him anyways, so… W…wait… What are you gonna do to him…?"

Gregory waves him off, "Nothing that concerns you, Craig."

"Wait. N-no no no…"

Gregory vanishes. Pip seemed to have vanished as well. But Thomas and Tweek were still here. Thomas gives Craig a shaky smile. "He shouldn't have any reason to do anything to him… I think?"

Craig clutches his fists, "D… don't… Fuck…"

"Hey dude– it'll– it'll be okay…"

"What the hell is your problem."

"Wh…"

Craig grabs the front of the demon's shirt and pulls a fist up, "Jimmy is dead because of you assholes!" Craig shouts in Thomas' face.

His eyes widened in fear and sadness, "It wasn't me!"

"It was your group!"

Thomas ticks, "FUCK– SHIT– I didn't think we were gonna kill anybody!"

Tweek grabs Craig and tries to pull him away from Thomas, "Chill the fuck out, man!"

"Why are you guys even…" Craig's grip loosens, "I can't… I j… just… I'm…" tears begin to fall down his cheeks, "I'm not supposed to cry. I'm supposed to be the one who doesn't care about anything." He let's go of Thomas, "Why am I crying…"

"L-look… dude…" Thomas starts, but Craig yells at him.

"N-no, shut up!" He buries his face into his hands, "I'm so… stupid… J-just go away…!" He begins to cry softly, "This is all my fault, I don't need you two freaks standing around me reminding me!"

The two blonds look to each other with frowns.

Token and Clyde had made it back to the high school and hopped into Token's car. The split out of the parking lot and zoom all the way to the outskirts of town, a rundown looking gas station a few miles away from the Canadian wall. It was far as they could go for the time being.

The two get out of the car, Clyde sniffling and wiping his nose on his jacket sleeve. "I just really have to pee, bro…"

"Okay… okay dude. Just be quick." Token looks in the building and the small lot. Only the gas station tendant behind the counter, and a guy pumping gas into his pretty expensive looking car. "I don't feel safe just standing around right now…"

"Please come with meeeee… I'm scared if I go alone I'll– I'll just." Clyde takes a deep breath, "I dunno, what if I just randomly die and you don't even know about it?"

"Dude, I'm not gonna go into the bathroom with you."

"How am I supposed to pee alone when there's fucking demons out there, bro?!" His eyes begin to water, "They killed Jimmy when we weren't looking! Craig might be dead, too! I don't wanna be next…"

"Dude, okay, just. Calm down. If another demon shows up, we get right back into my car." He spins his keys on his pointer finger, "I am not going to let a demon kill another one of my friends."

"Hey okay. What."

The two look at the man pumping gas. He had pitch black hair, and wore pitch black clothes. What ruined his dark fashion was a bright orange hawaiin shirt and a pair of fucking neon green sunglasses. A silver ring adones his right hand, taking the gas station's light just right to blind Clyde.

The brunette winces, "Who…" he makes a realization, "Oh…" He leans to Token's ear and whispers, "It's the weird foreign kid. Why is he looking at us."

"Dude I don't know." Token whispers back. Aloud to the man, "Uh… Damian, right?

"What do you know about demons?" Damian asks.

"…Well what do you know about demons?"

The pump makes a click, "Bitch,I know a lot about demons." He pulls the pump out and replaces it. Clyde does a little dance and quickly hurries to the restroom. Damian walks up to Token and looks at him above his shades, brown eyes studying Token's face. "... Start from the beginning."

Token gulps, "Well…"

The two situate themselves against the gas station's wall. Token begins to recount everything that has happened yesterday night, the board, the weird dream, the new kid, the power going out. Damian simply nodded and listened to the darker male.

"-and at the end of the hall was this one kid who died in our classes a long time ago."

"There's a million kids that die just about everyday. Be more specific."

"Pip, the british kid."

Damian seemed to go rigid. He fiddles with the ring, "Uh huhhhh. Okay um…" His gaze shifts back to Token, "What else."

He continues with what Pip said in the hallway and the three running off.

"I thought we all made it out." Token stares at the dirty asphalt. "I didn't even think about Jimmy and his crutches… I feel so bad for forgetting about him." He begins to tremor.

"Chill."

Token takes a deep breath. "We stopped when Clyde got out of breath. And then Craig started acting weird. He was muttering to himself and kept yelling at us to shut up when we weren't talking.

"Hell chatters."

Token pauses, "... Hell chatters."

"Yup."

"Care to explain?"

"Nope."

"Uh-huh. Anyways, he said we needed to go to Stark's Pond which was… Very weird. Now I think about it, he might've been controlled."

"Sure, bud." Damian takes a drink from a bottle of soda. Where did that come from?

He continues once again about the new kid and the demons that appeared at Stark's pond and the new kid turning into a demon himself-

"Stop omitting details," Damian cuts him off, "Give me names."

Token pauses again, "Well the guy who showed up… it was Gregory. That really snooty guy, from a while back, too."

Damian growls, "Oh, that sad sack of… What reason does he have to be here right now?

"Dude, I don't know!"

"Well no wonder you say there's so many others running around right now. Your friend let that guy in."

"What does that mean?"

"Look man, I have somewhere to be in half an hour, I don't have time to explain all the dumb intricacies of your issues. Just keep going."

"Ok the new kid was named Tweek-"

"Ew, of course."

"When Gregory showed up, Pip and this other kid came with him. I think the other's name was Thomas? I don't remember much of him aside that he has tourettes. He didn't seem like he wanted to hurt anybody. I dunno. I guess he's a demon now too."

"You do know you aren't dealing with any demons, right? Pip is the closest to a demon, but none of them are actually demons."

"They are still from hell."

Lastly he talks about when Pip tosses Jimmy's body at them. Token slightly gags as he remembers Jimmy's poor lifeless body.

"I don't even know if Craig is alive now. I'm…" Token starts to tear up, "I feel awful for leaving him behind. But… Simple flight or fight response. That "simple" response probably got two of my friends killed. I just don't know what to do… What if the police find out? What if the cops come to question us? What are we supposed to say? Demons came and got us? Oh god, what if they go and kill more people?"

"That's not likely," Damian swirls his soda, watching the straw circle around the brim.

"Why do you say that?"

"Demons, and all subsidiaries, only punish the deserving. They don't generally just… go around killing for no reason."

"But… Jimmy…"

"Maybe Jimmy was an asshole. Maybe Jimmy had it coming. You don't know."

"I– I think I do." Token glares at the frighteningly pale man, "He was one of my best friends. And he had his face eaten off."

Damian sighs, "Look. I think unrepentant sinners are more likely than a bunch of rogue demons running amok for no reason."

"But–"

Damian interrupts him, "Okay, let's say they are killing for no reason." He takes another drink, "Let's say they're killing and rampaging and possessing anybody they see. In the end, it's all your guy's faults. You let a bad one out. If you didn't want anything bad to happen, maybe you shouldn't have used an ouija board. You went against every warning there was, got high, and played with a toy that lets you talk to any hellspawn that happens across it."

"But… Is there any way we'd be able to… undo something like this?"

"I mean sure, if you had a favor or two. But good luck with that."

"A favor with who?"

"The Ruler of Hell, stupid. The guy who runs all of those little shits."

"Well… You– you said you were the son of Satan, right? Is there any way I'd be able to get a favor from…"

"Yeah, okay, good luck trying to get a favor with the guy who literally runs the underworld. I bet you don't even know how to find him."

"N–"

"Look," Damian throws the bottle away, "like I said, I gotta be somewhere. If you really need me," his eyes turn into red diamonds, "call me when I'm not working." He walks back to his car and gets in.

Token watches in silence as the antichrist drives off into the night.

While the two were talking, Clyde had finished his business and found himself staring at a mirror. Something was… Off. Ever since the ouija board, Clyde has been so cold. He was able to ignore it, but it persisted. He leans over the sink and pulls at his bottom eyelids to see anything wrong.

Only for a pair of purple eyes to stare back at him.

"Clyde! What's taking you so long?"

He jumps from the sink and looks to the door, "Coming!" He looks back to the mirror and sees his normal muddy eyes. Maybe it was his imagination… All the craziness is finally getting to him.

He hurries out and gets into the car with Token.

"You sure took a while. Then again, a lot has happened in so few hours. I get if you need a moment."

"Nah bro, I just needed to pee."

"... Alright."

"Where do we go now?"

"I don't really know." Token turns the key and the car roars to life, "Now that all of the adrenaline has, like… calmed down… I kinda regret just… running off and driving out here."

"Yeah… Do you think we should go back…?"

"I think… maybe… we should try and make sure Craig is okay. Like… what if we just left him there, and he isn't dead, but he's like… I dunno."

"No I know, bro. Maybe I should try calling him or something… I mean, I wouldn't expect an answer." Clyde pulls out his phone and dials Craig's number.

Token scoffs, "Even if he is alive, he might be too busy to look at his phone."

"Yeah, but it's still worth a shot."

"…Okay. I'm turning the car around and heading back into town." He drives out of the pump and makes an uturn back to South Park.

Craig and the two demons walk from Stark's Pond back towards Stan's street. Craig's eyes were red and sore from crying, and he was numb with fear and rage.

"Are you really gonna try and stop him, man?" Tweek asks in panic, "You don't even know what he can do!"

"I don't need to hear this shit from a fucking demon, okay? It's my fault all of you guys are here, and I'm not gonna let anybody else die by your hands. I don't even like Stan. But he's not gonna die like Jimmy." His brows furrow, "I won't let that happen."

Bzzt bzzt

"Oh my god, seriously?" Craig pulls out his phone and answers, "Who the hell is…"

"OH MY GOD BRO YOU PICKED UP!" He hears Clyde scream in joy, "TH- This is you, right? Like, none of the demons have your phone right now, right? Please say yes."

"Dude chill the fuck out, let me speak." He stops in front of Stan's house, tendrils leaking out of the windows and muffled screams coming out.

Clyde rambles on, "DUDE you have NO idea how happy I am to hear your voice– DUDE TOKEN, IT'S CRAIG, HE'S OKAY! DO YOU HEAR TOKEN, BRO?"

"No, Clyde– Shut up for a second. I don't know where the hell you guys are, but some shit is going down. And it's all my fault."

"W-Where are you, dude? We're in Token's car, we can come help!"

"Just… Get to Stan's house."

"Stan's house?–"

"I gotta go. Don't call me again." He hangs up and shoves his phone into his pocket. The boy and demons go up to the open door and peer in. Gregory stood in the middle of the living room with Stan and the gang in his tendrils.

"All these years, hmm?" Gregory smiles a sinister smile, "And you thought you'd never have to face the consequences of what you've done… You didn't even call anybody. You didn't even tell a single soul, now did you?" His tendrils drop Stan and he wraps his hands around the boy's neck. He begins to squeeze hard.

"hhkh–"

"Shh shh shh…" Gregory hushes Stan, "No need to speak. I wouldn't want you to die running your useless mouth. I want you to die feeling everything I have over the last eight years, Stan… I want you to die knowing you're about to lose everything you've ever loved!"

Craig creeps in and grabs a nearby chair. Kenny, Kyle and Cartman watch him, their faces going a bit blue from being squeezed. Craig slowly shuffles behind Gregory.

The blond continues to monologue, "I want you to die, as simple as that, and I want you to know there's nothing you can do about it! And I'll be laughing and dancing around your lifeless corpse, and your friends will watch, and they'll be let go, and they'll keep on living knowing their best friend was a murderer who never repented for their wrong doings and you'll be dead knowing ╬ they're alive and well and that they hate you forever and ever and ever and ever and ╬ ever and ever and ever and ever and ever ╬ and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever ╬ and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever an ╬ d ever and ╬ ╬ ever and ever and ever and ever and ev ╬ er and ever and ever and ev ╬ ╬ er and ╬ ever and e ╬ ╬ ╬ ver and ev ╬ ╬ er and ever and ever ╬ and ever and ╬ eve ╬ r and ever and e ╬ ve ╬ r a ╬ ╬ nd ever a ╬ nd ╬ ever ╬ ╬ ╬ an ╬ ╬ d ever an ╬ ╬ ╬ d e ╬ ver ╬ and ╬ eve ╬ r ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬ ╬╬╬╬╬" He let's a maniacal laugh out, "You'll die a much more memorable death than I, dear friend." Craig lifts the chair over his head, "You should at least thank me for that."

CHAIR SLAM

Wood and splinters explode everywhere.

"OW!" Gregory yells out, losing his grip on the boys. Kyle and friends drop to the floor and Stan is gasping for sweet, sweet air.

"Oh how impeccable, look at what you've made me do!" Gregory rubs his damaged head and glares at Craig, "He's still alive! That hurt, you little pest…!"

Craig looks at the exploded chair in bewilderment, "How dense is your skull dude, what the hell…"

Stan groans, "it's ..,. just a ch eap chair, dude…,.,"

"No it broke cause I'm super strong."

"hhHHhhhhwhhhhatever you say, craig…"

"Hey I just saved your ass–"

Gregory snaps, "You're both idiots. You really think it's that simple to get rid of me, Craig? You're dumber than I thought… And the bar was already very low, mind you!"

Back with the two T's

"Don't you think we should go in there and help…?" Thomas offers.

Tweek rubs the back of his neck, "Man, I don't wanna get involved. If Gregory saw us walk in with Craig, he'd call her..."

"Okay, but if he saw us just standing around…?"

"I… I guess–" They hear the squealing of tires, "Who's…"

"Dude, maybe you should get out of the street?"

"N-no, no, they'll stop for m–" A white car slams into Tweek and he goes flying, his body smacking into the pavement.

Token and Clyde come out of the car. Thomas begins to tick. "Oh my gHH FUCK– SHIT SHIT– c-COCKFUCKER FUCkING hHHHFUCKHhhUUUGHHHG–" Blood waterfall ignites.

"OH!" Token yips in surprise, "I thought there was a deer in the road so I– Oh god what did I hit?"

"YOU HIT– sHIT FUCK– oh god DAM-HBBLLBUUUGHHHRHGHGH-"

Stan, and the other boys look out the door, witnessed Tweek go flying. "Dude."

"Dude." Kyle repeats.

"What the hell is happening out there."

"Is that Token and Clyde?"

"What are those things? Oh ew one of them is puking."

"Oh for the love of…" Gregory pushes out of the boys way and goes up to Tweek and Thomas, "What is happening out there?"

"I think Token just hit some winged freak with his car." Kyle answers.

Gregory face palms, "Of course he did."

Tweek groans while Thomas continues freak blood vomiting.

Token examines what he hit, "Oh– oh… It's that new… guy… demon…"

Clyde covers his mouth, "Oh no… Poor thing… Is he gonna be okay…?"

Token nudges his body with his foot, "Well… he's still moving, I guess. I dunno how much I want him to be moving, though…"

Thomas yells through his puking, "H-how dID yOU NOT SEE HI-fUCK SHIT– HHGJGFIOOUGUGHHH-"

"Sorry," Clyde apologies, "I saw a deer in the road and Token got scared and swerved! …Right into… Aw man… I know he was a demon but he was cool…"

Token continues to nudge the downed demon with his foot, "Well what do we… do with him…?"

Tweek hisses, "I'mmm not… dead… you assholes…"

"That's good." A hand rests itself on Token's shoulder. "You can tell me what in the hell is going on here, then." Gregory growls.

Tweek continues to groan.

Clyde squeaks, "Oh no it's you again–"

"Oh, I see." Gregory glares angrily at Tweek's downed body, "You decided to follow him all the way down here to… what. Did you follow him down here to "help" him stop me?"

Craig and co slowly trickle out of the house.

"Wuh…" Tweek sits up and looks up to Gregory, "N-no- I–"

"So you were just standing outside of the house like some sort of idiot, then."

"I was about to go in!"

"Even though I told you I'd do this alone? Nothing you say adds up here, Tweek."

Thomas finally stops harking and defends, "Wh-what about me? I followed him too–"

"Mmm, Thomas, we're not talking to you right now, okay?" He glares at him, "You have ties with these people. You know these people. Tweek knows nothing. And yet… He's making the stupid decision to actually try and make friends with them all."

Behind him, Kenny picks up a lawn ornament.

"That's not what I'm doing!" Tweek snaps.

"Oh, it's not? We're not here for games, Tweek. Or at least, not until we're finished with our business, first."

"I don't have any business with these guys! It's just you and–"

"Your business is to stick with us until we're finished." Gregory hisses, "That's all I'm asking of you, and somehow you can't even manage to do that right."

"S-says you!" Tweek's eyes narrow, "You're not even doing anything right yourself…"

"I'm sorry, didn't you just get hit by a car? Am I not talking to somebody who just skidded ten feet down the road?"

"Sorry, that was our fault…" Clyde pipes in.

Cartman watches Kenny pick up the flamingo and raises it over his head. "Do it," Cartman whispers.

"Shut up." Gregory commands to Clyde, "Tweek, you thick headed twat, you really think you can lay there and tell me I'm making mistakes when you–"

FLAMINGO

Gregory feels two sharp stacks stab right through his skull.

Kenny comments, "Oh god your hair looks so nasty, dude." as he stumbles back.

"COME ON! SON OF A–" Gregory yells.

Tweek and Thomas stare at Gregory. Both quiet. Thomas snorts and Tweek holds back giggles.

"What… is so damn funny." Gregory dangerously growls.

Tweek points to the top of Gregory's head, "You've got a flamingo stuck in your head…"

"Because YOU DIDN'T WARN ME SOMEONE WAS RIGHT BEHIND ME– RRRRRGG–" His eyes start to catch fire.

"DUDE OPEN THE DOOR." Craig yells at Token.

"I'M TRYING JUST GIVE ME A SECOND–" He pulls the door handle

"WHY DID YOU LEAVE YOUR CAR RUNNING BUT YOU LOCKED THE DOOR?"

"DUDE– I'M DOING MY BEST HERE JUST–"

A screech is heard. Token's car is grabbed and flipped over, "NONE of you are getting off that easily!" The car makes a loud crunch

Kenny gawks, "Holy shit dude–"

"OKAY." Token snaps, he rolls up his sleeves ready to punch some bitches, "DUDE THAT'S MY CAR!"

"ALL I WANTED WAS STAN MARSH." Gregory shouts. He then growls, "And now you've all made it very, very personal."

Token is grabbed and dragged away. "D-dude, my parents are gonna kill me!"

Kenny keeps tugging him, "Come on Token, let's go!"

"Do you know how expensive that car was?!"

"Now's not the time for big numbers, we gotta go!"

The group of seven book it down the street. Tweek slowly gets to his hooves and watches them.

"Well… There they go, I guess…" He pulls at his hair, "Now everybody's afraid of us!"

Thomas whimpers, "E-even Craig's afraid of me…"

Tweek glares at Gregory, "Hhg– Is this what you wanted, Gregory?"

"That's it. We're calling her in."

"Agh, what! No way, man! They all ran off, there's no way we can–"

"We're going after them, you dope."

"Wh…" A mountain of tendrils burst from Gregory's arms, legs and back. "Oh god, please don't chase them like that. You're so fucking embarrassing…!" Tweek begs.