This is it. The final chapter in the story is posted. Thanks to everyone who have taken the time to review my story. It meant the world to me when trying to keep myself writing. Hopefully you will all enjoy this chapter. Please remember to review.

Now this chapter reveals not only what happened to Stan, but also who the Jigsaw killer is. He hasn't been mentioned throughout the story, not that I know of. Hopefully you won't be angry about that, but I don't think you will. Anyways, enjoy.

Disclaimer: Still don't own either one.

Chapter 9: Midnight

Slowly waking up, Stan found himself lying down. His head, throbbing from pain, he attempted to sit up, but something held him down. Moving his head in the limited ways he could, Stan noticed he was still in the room that Wendy had been found in. Except now, there was no Wendy or Cartman. Looking above him, Stan found the blade, motionless. It hovered far above him and was just noticeable.

Feeling around with his hands, Stan found himself to be hooked up to the neck and leg shackles that he had freed Wendy of, some time ago. That wasn't all he had found, a tape player rested near his right hand. He quickly grabbed it and hit play:

"Hello Stan, sorry I had to run, but the game was close to ending and I wasn't about to loose."

"CARTMAN!" were the only words Stan could shout as Eric's voice continued to play on the player.

"If you remember when I played my tape, the voice said that you could not leave this place alive if I wanted to leave. Sorry about the bump Stan, but you know how these things go. Don't worry about Wendy either, she ran the second I hit you. She's probably halfway home by now. God what a bitch!"

"Cartman, when I get out of here, I swear to God I am going to fucken kill you!" Stan said with unrelenting anger.

"Don't worry about finding the key; I plan on keeping that as a souvenir. Oh, and before I leave you, I just want you to know that I am not the killer because I know that's what you're thinking asshole! Though I wish I was. Well, I best be going. Have to escape the house before midnight and all. Bye bye Stan, I won't miss you!"

The tape player stopped playing afterwards and left Stan to stare up at the blade with pure shock. It's over then. I lost, and there is nothing that I can do about it. I guess I just wait for whatever it is that is going to happen to me.

The only company Stan received was Kyle's body, which Stan had no way of even seeing because of the neck shackles.

Suddenly, the door opened and Stan became aware that someone was standing there. He couldn't see who it was because the light was casting a shadow over the figure.

"Oh thank God. Please, you have to help me out of here. Cartman ran off with the keys, but maybe there is another pair or something that you can use to get these things off me."

Stan was excited that someone had found him so fast, he figured Wendy had probably told her parents. But then, why would the figure appear to be the same age as Stan? He didn't care at the moment; all he wanted to do was get out of here.

"I'm sorry Stan, but I can't do that. It's against the rules." The figure simply said, not moving at all.

That voice, he is the one that did this to me! That is the killer; he has the exact same voice! It must be him! Stan thought in a rush of excitement and fear.

The figure suddenly walked towards Stan and revealed a strange overcoat covering his face. Whoever this kid was, he seemed obsessed with the idea of no one knowing who he was.

Stan, as his hands were not restrained, quickly grabbed the killer's ankle and shook violently, causing the boy to fall. Along with the fall, a small device fell from his hood and landed right next to Stan.

Stan immediately picked up the device and held it in front of his face, as to see what it was. A type of head set, with a microphone that would come to right in front of the mouth, kind of like a hands-free phone. A small hole, used for some kind of hookup, rested in one of the headphones.

"Hey, gi-give that back! That's mine!" The kid stood over Stan, his hood fallen back, exposed a helmet constructed out of crumpled aluminum foil.

Stan knew exactly who this was, "BUTTERS!"

"N-no Stan, my name is Professor Chaos!"

"What the hell are you doing?" Stan asked, obvious ticked off that the one responsible for this was only a few feet from him and he could do nothing about it.

"Why I'm playing Saw." Professor Chaos replied innocently. Even in his "evil" state of mind, Butters was still the nicest boy in school. Stan only knew that Butters was Professor Chaos because Butters had told him. Though that hadn't surprised Stan at all.

"What the hell is Saw?!"

"You've never heard of Saw?!" When Stan gave Butters a menacing look, he decided not to wait for a response, "Well let's see here. There are three Saw movies and they revolve around this guy who makes people make painful choices like what you and the others had to make."

"Butters, why the hell did you do this to us?! Kyle is dead because of you!" Stan yelled as he thought back at what had happened to Kyle.

"My name IS Professor Chaos, Stan. And I didn't kill Kyle, you did. That's the thing about the Saw movies, the Jigsaw killer, that's what they call him, never killed anyone."

Stan covered his eyes with his hand, not believing what he was hearing, "Fine-fine-fine, but what the fuck dude?! Why did you do this to us?! We're your friends!"

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say as Butters started screaming at the top of his lungs, "WHAT?!! DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT STAN MARSH! DON"T YOU EVER SAY THAT YOU SON OF A BITCH!" This scared the crap out of Stan as Butters never, ever, swore unless he was truly under a lot of stress, or was pissed off. And it appeared, from Stan's view anyway, that Butters was pissed off.

"Wo dude, I'm sorry!" Stan couldn't help but say.

"Is that all you can say? 'You're sorry?' After everything you put me through, that's all you can say." Butters suddenly walked out of Stan's sight for a brief moment and Stan heard a strange noise. When he looked up, he saw the most horrifying thing imaginable. The blade had started swinging again.

Sweat poured down Stan's face as Butters returned and grabbed his head set, "Dude, why are you doing this?"

Butters looked down at Stan and said, "Because of you, it's that simple Stan. When Kenny died, you made me your replacement friend. Do know how it feels to be accepted for the first time in your life Stan? It feels great." Butters' eyes traveled into a distant look as he continued, "It makes you feel happy knowing that people like you. My parents were thrilled that I had someone to play with."

Then Butters' eyes turned to a real dark expression, "Then you dumped me for Tweek. After everything I did for you, after everything I sacrificed for you; I was dumped like yesterday's trash. So I committed my life to evil and became what you see before you."

Butters paced back and forth as Stan watched the blade drop with each swing. He quickly turned to Butters and said, "Listen Butters, I mean Professor Chaos, I'm sorry about everything and if you get me out of this, I will be your best friend. I promise, just please get me out of here."

But Butters didn't seem to hear Stan and he continued, "Then when I became evil, no one seemed to notice. No one seemed to care. Sure I had General Disarray, but we never even made it into the paper." Butters' eyes suddenly lit up with a dark excitement as he continued, "Then my parents rented the Saw movies and they let me watch the movies. It became clear to me what I had to do. Since my mom was an engineer, I just had her help me set up this house, and I said I was going to play a game with my friends. Which was true, I wasn't lying."

"Butters, I don't care! Just get me out of here!"

Finally snapping out of it, Butters looked over to Stan and said, "Sorry Stan, but that would be breaking the rules and I can't do that. I mean, what kind of super-villain would I be if I went back on my word?"

Stan was becoming anxious as the blade was coming nearer and nearer to him. Before he could he reply to Butters, he suddenly heard footsteps and two adult figures entered the room. They were Butters' parents.

"Butters, what are doing here this late?" Linda asked disapprovingly, "You should have been home a long time ago."

"Yeah Butters," Stephen added, "Your mom and I were worried sick."

"Aw shucks mom and dad, I was just playing with my friend Stan here." Butters said as he pointed to Stan, who looked quite petrified as the blade drew closer to his stomach.

"Um Butters," Stephen asked.

"Yes dad, what it is?"

"What are you playing?"

"Oh dad, that's easy. We're playing Saw. Remember, the movies you showed me?"

"Oh I see. Well come on, you can finish playing with your friend tomorrow."

"No, DON'T leave me!" Stan shouted, realizing that they didn't seem to care about his present situation.

"Ah dad, can't I stay for a little longer?"

Linda entered the conversation, "No Butters, you need to get your rest so we can go to Bennigan's tomorrow."

"OH BOY! Bennigan's, I can't wait!"

"Yep, that's right," Stephen continued, "Then after that we are going to go to the store and rent The Texas Chainsaw Massacre since you enjoyed the Saw movies so much. We figure you will love this one."

"The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, oh boy! I'll be right down dad. I only need one minute."

"Okay Butters, but not too long, okay?"

"Okay dad." Butters replied happily as his parents left the two kids alone. Turning back to Stan, Butters said, "Sorry that I can't stay, but I have to go."

Frantically searching for a way out, Stan replied, "Please Butters just let me go. I'll do anything, please." The blade had just started to breeze its way by Stan's shirt as he looked helplessly at Butters, tears forming in his eyes, "I don't want to die Butters, please let me go."

"Sorry Stan," Butters said, then put the headset back on looked at Stan and said in that voice from the tape players, "Some people are so ungrateful to be alive, but not you, not anymore."

Butters walked towards the door and grabbed it, ready to swing it shut, "Game over Stan." With that, Butters slammed the door shut, enveloping Stan in darkness as he felt the blade pierce his shirt and gently rub his skin.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO! COME BACK BUTTERS, COME BACK! I'M SORRY BUTTERS! I'm so sorry."

The End

Author's Note: Thanks again to all you read and review. I know this story is dark, but believe me when I say that Butters, Kyle, and Stan are three of my favorite characters in South Park. I just tend to end some of my stories on a darker note. Now please review.