Craig's POV:

Something seemed off with everybody. First, Stan was always talking to himself and pacing around the halls. He looked like he hadn't slept in days. He wouldn't tell anyone what was wrong.

Secondly, Butters seemed distant and guilt ridden. I asked Kenny what was up with Butters, but all he said was that Butters hadn't been feeling well. What a load of bullshit.

And finally.. Tweek had more bruises than last time. They were on his face, legs, and arms. He just shyed away from me and wouldn't tell me a thing. Why wouldn't anyone talk to me?!

It seemed like Pip and Damien were the only 'happy' ones in this god awful place. I knew something was going on.. I needed to find out what it was.

*****

I saw Cartman talking with Kyle. Kyle was acting weird. He kept smirking and swearing off to everyone, especially Stan. All he did was put the poor man down.

I was starting to think Stan might be going insane! I rubbed my temples and groaned softly before walking down the hall.

It was cold and empty, like a horror movie. Everything was quiet until I heard hushed voices further down the hall.

When I got closer I saw that it was Gregory and some other dude that had brown hair and a pissed off look.

"Shut zhe fuck up you stupid beetch! I can do it myself!" The brown haired dude, which I'm guessing is French, growled at Gregory.

Gregory sighed. "Come on Christophe, don't be like that. I didn't mean anything by it, honestly you're such a girl with your emotions." He taunted the other.

The French- Christophe was about to say something until I walked in fully. "Do what?" I asked, my eyes narrowed.

Gregory jumped and looked at me. "Guess you found us. Heh. We're talking about our resistance. Against this hellhole." He said.

Christophe nodded. "I'm zhe mole." He said, holding out his gloved hand.

"His name is actually Christophe but you can call him whatever." Gregory taunted the smaller one.

Christophe growled and punched Gregory's arm. "Enough with zhe pointless chit chat! We need to know, are you in or out?" He asked me.

I narrowed my eyes. "Will it help Tweek and everyone else?" I questioned.

They nodded.

I sighed before nodding as well. "Then fine. I'll join."

"Zhat is great, my friend. Gregory! Show him to zhe hideout!" Christophe commanded before stomping out go the room.

"Is he mad?" I asked Gregory.

Gregory just laughed. "No no! He always stomps." He snickered. "Well come with me." He lead me out of the room and down to the basement.

It smelled of mildew and mold, I had to suck in a shaky breath before I threw up.

The lights flickered like there was a paranormal presence. "Where are we?" I questioned them.

Christophe held open a metal door that emitted an annoying squeak before letting me go through. So much for them answering.

We walked for a few more minutes until I realized we were in an abandoned sewer. "Wha-"

"Welcome to zhe revolution! So far Me, Gregory, Kenny, and Butters are in it. And soon to be you. You want to save everyone, right? Well this'll be your best chance." Christophe explained.

Gregory grinned and threw his arm around Christophe whom scoffed. "Exactly right! There are rooms down here. They're not too too shabby, a lil musty but you'll get over it. We come down here for meetings almost twice a week. You can stay here longer and help with planning and if you need immediate help then contact either Mole or I and we'll set it up." 

A small smile tugged at my lips. I could finally save Tweek and the others. "Thank you.. what about Stan? Isn't he here?" 

Christophe shook his head. "Non. He... as you probably seen... 'es not himself.. he seems a little crazy, yes? Ever since that Kyle dumped him for god knows what. It doesn't seem right. Nothing does anymore... we just want to help."

I nodded solemnly. "Yes... I agree.."

They showed me to my headquarters and explained how the meet is worked and the different signs. We also talked about the happenings of the Asylum.