Okay, first of all, this fanfic is based heavily on the movie 'Beyond Remedy.' If you saw the movie, you know what i'm trying to get at with the story.

Second, i know this first chapter seems a little rushed, but that's because i was never good with first chapters. I promise you, the next ones will be better!

Third, i hope you enjoy it! Review if you'd like and thanks for reading! :D

"What is fear?" A hoarse voice echoed against the small, white-clad room.

A tall, old man stood in the front of the room. His hands were behind his back, a folder held between them. He faced the people in the chairs. There were six of them, each fiddling nervously.

"Fear is a distressing emotion caused by approaching danger, evil, or pain." He dropped the folder on his desk beside him. Papers slide out, each showing names and pictures of the six teenagers in front of him.

"Each of you have a fear. Not only a fear, but a phobia. You're so scared that it has messed with your daily life. Every other institute has failed to cure you. And that's why you are here. My name is Dr. Cole"

Dr. Cole walked forward, closer to the teens. "You all know each other. You are either a friend or an enemy with the person next to you. That's good. That means each of you can sympathize with each other without being uncomfortable. And you mostly likely already know what the other's fear is."

He picked up the file again. "I already know everyone's fear. But, I need a face to match the name. So, starting with the redheaded gentleman, we'll go down the line. You will tell your name and fear." He nodded at the redhead.

"Kyle Broflovski." He spoke up. "I have Aichmophobia. I'm afraid of sharp objects."

The old man nodded. "Like what, Mr. Broflovski."

Kyle absentmindedly rubbed a scar on his hand. "Knives, scalpels, razors, needles, stuff like that."

Dr. Cole nodded. "Very good. Next."

The next boy sighed. "Stan Marsh. Batophobia, fear of heights."

He nodded and looked at the next boy, who was twitching and shivering in his seat.

"Gah! Uh, Tweek Tweak!" He nearly yelled.

"Ah, yes." Dr. Cole said, remembering the teen perfectly. "The paranoid, highly-caffeinated boy. What are you afraid of?"

"Oh, Jesus. Gah! I'm a-afraid of everything! I think they call i-it Panophobia! Gah!" Tweek yelled, pulling his hair.

"Okay, that's valid." Dr. Cole said, looking to the next teenager.

"Craig Tucker." He said in a monotone, nasally voice. "Eisoptrophobia. I'm afraid of mirrors, or looking into them."

The doctor nodded, trying to ignore the fact that the boy just flipped him off.

"Oh, hello. I'm Butters." The next boy said enthusiastically.

Dr. Cole blinked. "And what is your fear, young man."

"Achluophobia, fear of the dark." Butters said as he kneaded his hands together. "Well, I'm also scared of getting into trouble. But, that's not why I'm here. I just need to behave myself."

"Okay, next." The doctor said before the boy could talk anymore.

"Kenny McCormick. I have Thanatophobia, fear of dying or death." The teen mumbled, tugging on his hood to cover more of his face.

Dr. Cole nodded and threw the files back on the desk. "You are all here to overcome your fears. There are many ways to do that. You can face your fear by living or exposing yourself to it. You can stop thinking about the fear and more about how stupid is. You can let out different emotions, other than fear. We will be using the first one."

The six teen exchanged looks.

"Seven days. In seven days, you all will overcome your fears with tests and drills. Each one of you at some point will confront their fears. Sometimes the test will be unexpected and happen randomly. Other times, you will be informed."

Dr. Cole walked over to the door in the back of the room. "This hospital is empty, except for the eight of us. Me, you six, and Dr. Lee. He monitors things so we know you did the task we assigned you."

He pointed to the upper right hand corner of the wall. There was a surveillance camera pointing down on them.

"There are cameras everywhere. Except the bathrooms, of course. They are in your rooms and in the halls."

He opened the door. "You all are sharing a room with your assigned partner. Your rooms are all beside each other, in the same hall. Starting tomorrow, we will begin the tests. Go to your rooms and get some sleep."

The six walked through the halls, heading to the elevator.

"Thinks this will actually work?" Stan asked.

Kenny took a drag of his cigarette, eyeing the white hospital around him. "It better. I had to pay money for this."

"But this was free." Kyle smirked, looking back at the orange clad boy.

"Not the bus!" He protested.

"The bus was a dollar." Craig replied blandly.

"So."

Stan chuckled and went into his own conversation with Kyle. Tweek twitched and stood closer to Craig.

"Gah! Is there coffee here." He mumbled shyly, tapping his fingers on the thermos in his hands.

Craig nodded. "Yeah, I checked. There was a coffee maker and grounds. You're all set."

The twitching boy nodded. "T-Thank you. Ahh!"

"No problem."

They finally reached the elevator. Kenny put out his cigarette and shoved it back into the pack. Then, he walked into the elevator. Tweek paused outside the doors as everyone got in.

"Come on, Tweek." Kyle urged, holding the doors open.

Tweek shook his head. "No, it's good. I'll j-just take the -gah- stairs."

"What's wrong?" Stan asked, getting a little impatient.

"Elevators scare me! Gah! Besides, stairs are quicker!"

He turned to the door that led to the stairwell. But just as he opened the door, somebody caught his wrist and pulled him into the elevator.

"Gah! No!" Tweek screamed.

Craig let go of his wrist. "It's just one floor, you'll be fine."

"Besides, this is just what you need. The doctor said we need to face our fears." Kyle said, pressing the five.

The doors closed slowly. Tweek gulp, clutching his thermos harder. Once the elevator started moving, his stomach clenched. He was suddenly dizzy and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Are you okay, Tweek?" Craig asked. His face was neutral, but in his eyes was concern.

Everyone looked back at him. That only made him more afraid. His palms started to sweat and he was now panting.

He shook his head, twitching even more than before. "N-no! I -nngh- I need to get out of here."

He tried to run for the doors, but Craig caught him just in time. "Calm down, Tweek. We're almost there."

A thousands thoughts ran the young boys head. Most of them beginning or ending with "What if this happens?" and "I could die!". Kyle patted his back encouragingly, smiling down at him.

The elevator suddenly stopped, make a loud sounds.

Craig looked down at him. "See, I told you."

They all gave a small smile at Tweek. They waited for the doors to open, but that never happened.

"Gah! W-Why aren't the doors opening?" Tweek yelled. "What's wrong with them! Ahh!"

Stan squeezed passed the paranoid boy. "Hang on."

He went to the elevator doors and slowly pried them open. Instead of the hallway outside being right in front of them, there was only a small fraction. The elevator had stopped half way between the floors, so only the top of the elevator had the opening.

"Fuck." Stan said, prying the rest of the doors open.

"Oh, Jesus! No! That is not cool, man! W-What the fuck!" Tweek screamed.

"Calm down, Tweek!" Kyle yelled, facing the boy.

"No! Let me out!"

Tweek suddenly ran towards the opening of the elevator doors. This time, Stan caught him and shoved him against the back wall. Tweek slide to the ground, pulling his hair and shutting his eyes tightly.

The lights flickered, causing two screams. One from the already freaked out Tweek, and the other from Butters. He started shaking and threw himself backwards, into Kenny.

Kenny held his shoulders. "It's okay, Butters. The lights only flickered."

They kept going on and off, until they stopped automatically. Tweek and Butters screamed again.

"No! Anything but that!" Butters yelled, turning around and hiding his face in Kenny's parka. "Please, not that!"

"Relax, Butters!" He said, rubbing the shivering boys back.

A few seconds later, the lights flickered back on and the elevator jerked, making Tweek shriek. The doors shut suddenly, almost causing Stan's fingers to get trapped within them.

Everything was deathly silent as the elevator started moving again. Butters slowly pulled himself away from Kenny, apologizing for his fear. Craig gently pulled Tweek off the floor.

"Are you okay?" He asked, colorlessly.

Tweek twitched, nodding. Both him and Butters were both panting, trying to retrieve the breath they had lost.

There was a loud ding and the elevator's doors slowly opened. There was a man standing outside. He was wearing the same white lab coat as Dr. Cole. His black hair was pulled back into a small ponytail.

Tweek was the first to get out of the elevator, by running, followed by Butters ad the rest.

The man smiled. "Test one, complete."

The all stared at the man. Craig flipped him off angrily while Tweek screamed.

"T-That was just a test?"

"You son of a bitch." Craig said, grabbing him by his shirt.

"Dude, calm down." Stan said, pulling him off the doctor.

Craig clenched his fist. It was rare that he ever got angry, so everyone was glanced at each other nervously.

"That's how your sessions will be, Mr. Tucker. Same as all of yours." He kept that smile on his face. "Tomorrow we will start with you, Mr. Broflovski."

Everyone looked at Kyle, who was rubbing the scar on his hand the whole time.

"Goodnight." Dr. Lee said, walking away.

Craig finally relaxed his hands, sighing to calm himself. He grabbed Tweek's wrist, pulling him forward.

"Come on Tweek." He said, walking down the hall.

They watched him go before Kenny urged Butters forward.

"Let's go, dude." He said, walking beside him.

Kyle and Stan exchanged looks before walking forward also.

In Stan's room.

"Dude, there's television!" Stan yelled as he flopped down on the hospital bed he choose was his.

The room was just like a hospital. There were two beds, both facing the TV that was hooked up to the wall. There was a huge window, facing the woods below it. There was a nightstand between the two beds, on it was an alarm clock and a phone. There was a door beside the window that led to the bathroom.

Kyle smirked at his best friend, dropping his suit case. "Of course there is. It is a hospital, after all."

"A deserted one." Stan replied, flipping through the channels.

Kyle sat down on the bed closer to the window. Stan had refused to even go close to the window. In fear of seeing how far up they were; even though they were only on the fifth floor.

"I wonder why there's no one here. This hospital is perfectly good. They still have equipment and everything." He sat, pulling out a book from his bag.

Stan shrugged and smirked. "Maybe there was a mass murderer who roamed the halls and killed everyone."

Kyle rolled his eyes, smirking. "And their souls still haunt the halls, killing anyone who dares come in."

Stan laughed. "Maybe."

Kyle scoffed and looked back down at the book in his hands.

In Kenny's room

"Wow. I never slept on a real bed before." Kenny said snuggling into the hospital bed.

Butters nodded nervously, placing his bag on the floor. He played with his hands absentmindedly. Kenny raised an eyebrow at him.

"You okay?" He asked.

Butters gulped. "Well, I ,uh… Oh hamburgers."

"What is it?" The dirty blonde asked, sitting up.

"I…" He sighed. "I need a nightlight to sleep."

He closed his eyes, waiting for Kenny to start laughing or screaming. But instead, Kenny said. "That's fine."

Butters looked up in disbelief. "W-What?"

"You heard me. It's fine. I don't give a fuck if you need a nightlight or not."

"Really?" He smiled. "I thought you'd yell at me."

"I'm not your parents, Butters, I won't ground you because you're scared. Eventually, you won't even need the light. But for now, I'm not stopping you."

"Thanks." He whispered.

Kenny chuckled. "Besides, I need some light for reading my playboy."

"What?"

"Kidding, kidding… Maybe." He smirked.

Butters shook his head. "That's gross."

"What? I'm Kenny, God of sex! Don't tell me you didn't expect this."

"No, no. I did. It's still gross."

"You haven't ever seen porn, have you?" Kenny smirked.

Butters blushed and looked away. "I'm not having this conversation."

Kenny smiled at the boy's embarrassment. "Alright. But you really should see it. Those girls have really big b-"

"I'm not listening!" Butters cried as he cupped his ears.

Kenny chuckled.

In Craig's room.

"Are you okay?" He asked the shacking blonde next to him.

The boy shook his head, pulling his hair tightly. "Gah! I was so s-scared!"

"I know, I know. That was totally gay." He said blandly.

Tweek nodded, curling up in a ball in his bed. Craig was sitting on his bed, staring at the paranoid blonde.

"Are you alight enough to sleep?" He asked.

"I-I never sleep!"

Craig blinked. "You're insomniac? Fuck."

"W-What do you -ahh- mean 'fuck'?"

"Well, I can't sleep knowing that you are going to be freaked out over everything after I'm asleep."

"D-Don't worry. Gah! I'll be quiet." He mumbled, sipping his cold coffee.

"That's not the point." Craig said, realizing that talking was calming down the blonde.

"Ahh! Then what is?"

"Never in my life could I sleep, knowing someone close to me is suffering. My sister is a good example."

"Y-Your sister?"

"Ruby. She always had these horrible headaches when she was younger. Our parents didn't give a shit and told her to go to bed. I couldn't sleep until I knew she was feeling better." He explained.

Tweek nodded. He was finally down to his regular amount of twitches. "I'll be fine, seriously. This is normal."

"Doesn't matter." Craig said monotonously. "Either you go to sleep, or I'll never sleep."

"Gah! That's WAY to much pressure, man!" He yelled, pulling his hair.

Craig gave him a rare small smile.