{Clyde's POV}

So.. we walk into this house and I already have a bad feeling about it. I don't know.. something seems skeptical. Who knows? Maybe I'm just overthinking.

My stomach started to growl. Ugh. I've been so stressed and tired I forgot to eat. "Hey guys, by any chance do we have and consumables?" I ask. "What?" Kyle tilted his head. "Food! Got any?"

Kyle sighed. "Hey Craig? You got the bag still, right?" He inquired. Craig nodded and threw Kyle the duffle bag. He opened it and huffed. "A couple of granola bars and an uncooked pack of ramen."

My eyes lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July. I haven't had ramen in what feels like years. I grab the orange package and smile. "I'm gonna go find the kitchen!" I squeal as I run into one of the halls.

God, words can't explain how fucking happy I am right now!

I blissfully skip down the corridor. Cracks stood out on the walls. Dark brownish- red splotches dried there. Though, it was creepy
I kept going.

Next thing I knew, I reached the end of the hallway. There were two ways for me to go. Left or right again. This time I went right because I always am.

Hopefully the is down here somewhere.

A picture hardly hanging from a rusty nail caught my attention.

Normally, photographs bore me. Reminds me of a museum. But this was different. I wasn't pleased more like creeped out.

The picture was of a tree with a person hanged from a branch. Dried blood covered the photo.

Jeez, someone wasn't hugged enough as a child.

I shook off the eerie feeling and kept going. For all I know that picture could've been a Halloween decoration.

So many possibilities.

It feels like I've been walking forever. When will I find this damn kitchen? I'm starting to wonder if I went the wrong way.

At the end of the hallways I saw four more hallways. Two left, two right. What the hell is going on?

Did I pass the kitchen? Was I still far off? Was it in the other hall? This is making my brain ache.

I was confused and worried. What if I won't be able to eat my food because I can't find the fucking kitchen?!

Hell, what if this is an issue with other basic rooms in a house? This place is like a maze.

I decided to keep venturing through the house and turned to the second hall on the left. The hall down here was a tad bit cleaner than the others. Even doors hung strongly on the not- so rusty hinges.

Near the end of the corridor, it started to get messy like the others. I spoke too soon.. even the doors stared to look grungy.

I saw a door that looked different than the others. A push door. I may have found the kitchen! Finally!

I push the door open and skip in. Only to regret it.. I couldn't believe my own eyes. I felt like I was about to fucking blow chunks.

The floors and walls were covered in blood, pots and pans contained guts, and the smell was just vile.

I'm pretty damn sure I lost my appetite..

My stomach flipped. I fell to my bruised knees and threw up. This wasn't fake. All that red was real.

Footsteps clacking grew loud. It could be anyone. Stan, Tweek, Kyle, Craig, or an unknown creature.

No. That last thought was extremely ridiculous. This house was abandoned for god knows how long! Nobody occupied this house until we came along!

A pain shot through my head, knocking me out cold.

We were not alone...

{Craig's POV}

My eyes flutter open. How long was I asleep for? An hour? I wonder if the others are awake. I stretch my arms out, cracking them in the progress and stand up.

Stan was asleep. I'm not surprised. He hasn't slept in God knows how long.

Kyle was sitting in a broken 60's styled chair. He was pouting. So annoying.

Tweek was shaking in a corner. Mainly his legs.  I decided to go talk to him. "Hey Tweekers." I greet. He looks up at me. "Hi.." he mumbled.

He seemed down. Despite all the awful and terrible shit we've been through, he found a way to be somewhat positive.

"You okay?" I asked.

"N-Not really.."

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Tired? Hungry?"

"I-I'm scared.. A-And I really need to pee."

Figures.

"I was gonna wait for Clyde to come back, but he hasn't." He whispered and looked away, obviously embarrassed.

Why was he waiting for Clyde. "Why are you waiting? You could get an infection." I said.

Tweek covered his face. "He'd be back by now.. I thought he'd let us know where everything is since he went lookin for the kitchen." He whimpered.

Poor boy..

"I'm terrified that he won't come back! Never to return!" Tweek screeched, pulling his hair and twitching wildly.

Well, this is a problem. It seems like we always find the can of worms. Clyde is fucking lost and Tweek has to use the bathroom.

We could go look for him but he could come back while we look for him. Ugh! This is way more confusing than it should be!

Tweek grabbed onto my wrist. "W-would you please go with me to look for the bathroom?" He mumbled. I nodded my head. "Sure Tweekers." I look at both hallways. "Which way do you wanna go?"

He looked back and fourth and pointed to the right hallways, the opposite hallway Clyde went down. "Alright, Let's go."

Before we could get going, Kyle got up and walked towards us. "where the fuck are you guys going?" He barked. I rolled my eyes. "None of your fucking business."

Kyle narrowed his eyes. "What? You guys gonna go make out somewhere in the hallway again?"

I flip him off. "I was drunk! Fuck off!" I growl. "Craig.." Tweek whined as he pulled on my jacket sleeve. "Look. We're in a hurry so-"

Kyle cut me off. "Whatever. Just go. Less inconveniences in my life."

Once again, I flipped him off and walked into the corridor with Tweek, both of us disappearing into the hall.