Hello everyone. It's been a long while since I started this fanfic, too long if you ask me. Out of nowhere, I had the inspiration for this fanfic. I have no idea why, but it just came to me, so I decided to quickly update. Here you go

"Ugh." Groans were heard throughout the place as people started waking up, finding themselves knocked out. The first to awake was Wendy and she groggily opened her eyes, scanning the room around her. She immediately searched for Stan, the guy she came to the party with and found him a few distances away from her. She was about to wake him up when she scanned the room again and gasped at what she saw. Then, she screamed.

Wendy's screams woke everyone up as they all opened their eyes slowly to see what the problem was. Everyone in the room looked around and too, gasped, for there on the ground with blood leaking through their eyes along with head damage was Jason White. He wasn't all that popular but having grown up in the town of South Park everyone knew who everyone was and so it still came as a shock to them.

"What the hell!" A voice cried out, terrified at what they were seeing.

"What is going on here!" Another exclaimed, scared as well.

"Get me the hell out of here!" Soon the voices all started talking loudly to the point of incessant chatter.

"Everybody! Shut the fuck up!" One voice bellowed, his voice going over everyone's and silencing them. This voice belonged to Stan.

Stan was terrified just like everyone else, but he also had to get this under control. He knew what could happen if one started hyperventilating and stopped thinking with a conscious. Stan took a deep breath before he started to talk, "We were all blacked out and woke up to a dead body…" He said silently to the crowd and gulped, "Which means that someone has planned this."

Scan eyes went over the crowd gathered, while the party last night involved a lot of people, many had left at that time and what remained was just of the kids who knew each other for a long time. Even the goth kids came to the party, so it was going to be hard to decipher just who died the crime of an innocent person, or at least to Stan, who didn't deserve to die in such a manner. He licked his lips, nervous and scared, but kept a calm demeanor behind it all.

"And that someone is in this room" Stan stated. Making it clear that they were all considered suspects for such a crime.

"Are you fucking serious right now? Me, a suspect?" A person yelled out walking up to Stan and grabbing him by the shirt, with a lowly growl. "Who are you to accuse me of something?" The person was revealed to be Craig who was downright pissed at being considered of murdering anyone.

"That's enough!" Kyle said to them. He walked up between Stan and Craig and separated the two.

"Before we do anything, we should all take a deep breath and calm down and think about what each of us did last night before getting blacked out drunk." Kyle continued trying to find the reason for this crime.

Everyone nodded their heads and agreed with him. It would be the best course of action, recalling where you were and exactly what you were doing, before all of this happened.

Then suddenly Token came out of nowhere wheezing seemingly out of breath.

The people of the party turned to Token and Clyde spoke up "Token, where were you?" He questioned him, planting off a seed of suspect in everyone's mind that Token might have done it.

"While all you guys were making a commotion and worrying about the body, I tried to see if I could get out of here. Turns out we apparently can't. It's fucking weird." Token responded.

"W-what. What do you fucking mean we can't get out of here?!" Clyde asked him, raising up his voice just a little bit.

"It means what I fucking said Clyde, you dumbass, we're stuck here. Come look." Token eventually brought the whole group to where he was planning an escape which was closed off. The doors, full of wooden material stood strong. The only thing that stood between them and the outside was a key where none of them were sure anyone had. There was a lock from the inside designed that way to prevent anyone from just coming in. Not only that, but the house consisted of no windows. They wondered just how convenient it was and a perfect plan.

"Quick! Who has the key?" Stan asked the group

Everyone turned to each other, looking at them wondering which of them had the key. When Stan realized no one had the key he gasped.

"F-fuck. Okay, how about someone help me open this door. Anyone got something to pry this door open with?" He asked

Kenny went to the kitchen looking for some material and came back with a knife, the only thing maybe having a chance of opening it. Stan saw the knife and sighed knowing that there was no way out.

Heidi, one of the many of the group, searched her eyes for anything to help and discovered a note laying on a counter. Her curiosity got the best of her and so she went over to see it. Unfolding the note, she stood there all shaken.

Wendy noticed Heidi moving, seeing her moment and called out to her. "Heidi, what's wrong?"

The whole group turned to Heidi who then held out the note to everyone and they couldn't believe what they have read. Written in black ink was a message.

By morning more than half or potentially all of you will be dead. I'm sure you're wondering who killed dear Jason over here. Know that I am among you feigning innocence. I wonder if you will figure out who did it.

The contents of the letter had everyone as a suspect. They all knew this was going to be difficult, each member of the party looked at who they thought might have done the crime. Obviously, whoever did this wanted them to fight amongst each other and pick them off one by one.

What started out as a party, descended into a living nightmare.

I could have made this chapter longer, but I thought it was a perfect end to it. For people to realize the horrors they will go through and just how they will get out. Now I probably won't update until like 10 years later lol.