"Kyle. Are you okay?" I ask.

"I just need to go to the bathroom real quick. Start without me, it'll be fine. Sorry, I really gotta go," he says.

He runs off.

"Where did Kyle go? I really would appreciate help," Butters says.

Kenny jumps over the counter to come to help him.

"Stan! Where is Kyle? The 'shops' will open soon and I would appreciate the speaker to come list everything off."

"I'll come, Wendy and the others are taking care of ours," Nichole says.

"Where is Kyle?" Kenny asks, putting the baked shit on the table.

"Does everyone need Kyle right now? He went to take a shit," I say.

"Oh okay. I just mean, he could have told us," Butters says.

Kenny looks suspicious.

"The unisex bathroom is next to us. We would have heard the lock," he says.

He leaves for a moment, coming back.

"Not there. Either, possibility A, he went into one of the 'cis bathrooms' even, if he hates them. Possibility B, he went further away even, if Kyle had no actual fucking reason to. Possibility C, he lied to you," Kenny says.

"Why are you so worried?" Butters asks.

"Because I have found a puzzle I want pieces to," Kenny says.

"What have you gathered?" Butters asks.

"Kyle does not have the average way of lying. No. He lies by covering up his lie with a truth, meaning it sounds like he is speaking the truth because of that one truth and nobody pays attention to the lie," Kenny says.

"Damn," I say.

"Kenny, you're scary," Butters says.

"I fucking am, when someone stares me in the face and dares to fucking lie to me," Kenny says.

"Kenny... what the fuck do you mean?" I ask.

"Are you not noticing anything? He is getting small every-single-fucking-day and keeps denying the least bit of problems he has. It clicked like, this morning, at five am and I just looked him in eye and said I had something to talk about. We went down the stairs and I told him simply 'I know'. He's done everything in his fucking power to avoid me ever since," Kenny says.

"Wait. Really?" I ask.

"You didn't see anything wrong with Kyle having to, for no other reason that to avoid me, come here like twenty minutes earlier than the rest of us, set up his part and then run off, when i look at him? Stan, you're an absolute idiot," Kenny says.

"I just honestly don't understand," I say.

"We've all been too caught up in our own problems to even maybe think that Kyle might have something going on," Butters says.

The speech ends and everyone that isn't to work here starts going into their own directions.

Kenny jump back into the 'booth', starting to work.

"Which one of us tries to find Ky?" Butters asks.

"I can," I say.

"Maybe it's better, if I go," Butters says.

"How so?" I ask.

"Just... knowing him, he wouldn't want you to see him in a fragile state. I've done this before, when his mom was in the hospital," Butters says.

I sigh.

"I don't know. We've been close pretty long, maybe I should go," I say.

"I guess that might be for the better. Go on, just don't be long, teachers will get suspicious. You know the two person rule," Butters says.

I nod and walk out, immediately calling Ky's phone.

Oh for fucks sake! He couldn't have gotten that far. Could he?

I start walking down the hall, looking around.

"Ky. It's me. If you want to talk, I'm here," I say.

Nothing.

I walk down the next hall until I am at a distance I wouldn't have heard anything from. So, I call again. Yet again, nothing.

"Ky, please," I say, looking around.

Did he go outside? He couldn't have, I would have noticed him running in the wrong direction.

"Oh fuck off, Ky. You're really worrying everyone. Well, not everyone, but you know, what I mean. Kenny especially, he's really pissed at you for not mentioning anything to us, but that's because he is worried," I say, walking while I talk.

"Kyle, I'm serious. If you don't show up by the end of the day, I'll call every fucking police officers personal number and the fucking army," I say.

I sigh again.

"Ky. Please. You can tell us, what the fuck is going on. We want to help. I know that you have a tendency to think that everyone else has more important problems than you. But please. Even if on a grand scale it's as small as a fly, if it bothers you, it's important," I say.

"You wanted to hear me list of my problems ones? You tell me and I tell you back, I promise, I won't tell anyway, how you're feeling. It might just be nice to, let it out, you know. Let go of everything that's going on and just think about it with an another person. I'll always be here until fucking death comes and rips me away," I say.

"And I know I'll die first, that's the shit thing. But anyway, lets not talk about death, might bother one of us. Kyle, I swear, if you killed somebody, I'll hide the body for you," I say.

I come across the end of the hall. (or more walk into the back wall). So, I take my phone and call again.

"Maybe you don't have your phone on you or something. That's fine. But Ky, if you heard anything I said, I'm here for you, I promise. I'm serious, I don't care, what got you so worked up in the first place but I wanna know, I wanna help you," I say.

I roll my eyes.

"You take the cake of 'disappearing' from princess Peach whit how tell you always end up somewhere and most of the time, we know, where," I say.

I sigh.

"Come talk to us, when you're ready. I have to go back. The rule about two people, remember?" I ask.

I turn and start going back to the gym.