The End of a Memory

It was 9pm on the 4th of July.

Kids were drinking and partying while others lit fireworks.

In South Park Colorado a specific home was filled to the brim with people getting high and making out.

Beve Steven's house.

It was like this every holiday. Whether it was New years, Christmas, Halloween, anthing else.

Every holiday Bebe's parents would go somewhere and she would always come with them. But ever since she's turned 15, she has other plans. She's 17 now and she still hosts parties everytime.

"Sad Kenny couldn't come." Stan was talking to Kyle in the corner of the living room.

"Yeah, he would've loved it. But his stupid parents..." Stan nodded in reply.

"Hey you blood sucking tit wads!" Cartman laughed and walked toward them, holding a glass of alcohol.

"Cartman that's like your 8th glass of alcohol, you're gonna die from poisoning!" Kyle said accompanied with a facepalm.

"Who- hic cares if I die?" The so called fatass giggled.

"Exactly." Stan rolled his eyes.

"H-Hey not like that!" Cartman stomped. "Everyone would clearly hic care if I died! But dying doesn't really change a thing, right?"

"It changes the fact that we don't have to suffer from you anymore." Kyle snorted out.

"HEY SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The fatass once again yelled.

"MAKE ME FAT FUCK!"

The two argued for a bit until a sudden ear peircing scream was heard.

Everyone gathered near the sound, which was upstairs. People were pushing and shoving and others were gasping in shock.

The three friends pushed their way through the crowd until they saw something that made them freeze in fear.

Bebe was standing and rubbing the back of Wendy, who was choking on her tears as she seemed to be cradling the body of who's throat was slit open, wide to the point where you could see the top of their mouth if you looked in deep enough.

"Red! Red!" Wendy sobbed.

"Red... was killed?" Stan gulped. "What are you doing just standing there?! Someone call the police!" Bebe nodded with tears dripping down her eyelids as she walked off downstairs to call 911.

"HOLY SHIT! IF SOMEONE KILLED RED THEN WHAT IF ONE OF US IS NEXT?! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!" A nervous voice cracked out from a blonde boy with frizzy hair and a green argyle patterened sweater.

More anxious voices chittered. "What if Tweeks right?" a boy named Clyde spoke up.

"What if one of us dies too?" That's when people lost it.

People started evacuating, crying, screaming, they all feared for their lives.

"Good job schitzo, you got everyone freaked out now." Cartman elbowed Tweek.

Police sirens were heard as cops rushed into the house and told everyone to leave.

Everyone walked outside and there stood Red and Bebe's parents.

"Shit." Bebe scoffed as she wiped her snotty nose on her sleeve.

She was surely gonna get it now.