a bunny fanfic

starks pond

Kenny's pov:

I'd just called Butters to ask him to come get me when my phone died, I sat on one of the benches at starks pond and hoped that he would come. keeping my hands in my parka pockets to help them stay warm and idly kicking my feet around while waiting for Butters to show up, usually I would just walk home by myself but i'd been meaning to talk to Butters about something for awhile now and this was my perfect opportunity.

I fucking hate Cartman I thought, feeling the already yellowing bruise on my cheek and wincing in pain. After about fifteen minutes of sitting on the cold wooden bench I heard car tires crunching over snow and sticks and saw headlights through a portion of the woods, Butters is here!

"Hello?" a voice called out, I could tell it was Butters from the slight southern accent.

"Ken are ya out here?" I heard a car door shut lightly, followed by snowy footsteps.

"Yeah i'm here Butters!" I responded, running through the woods to where I saw the car headlights, being careful to not hurt my already hurt ankle even more. After catching my breath and standing upright I was met face to face with a wide-eyed Butters.

"woah Ken, what happened to your face? you look real messed up" he said, reaching a hand to gently cup my bruised cheek.

"Cartman happened" I replied, wincing and grinning sadly.
for a moment Butters stared at me with a puzzled look on his face.

"Well why would Eric get that mad?" he questioned, and with an unreadable emotion on his face, he pulled his hand away from my cheek slowly.

I found myself missing the weight of his hand on my cheek almost immediately, but I didn't let myself think about it for too long.

"I'll explain on the way Butters" I said, walking to the passenger side door and struggling to lift my ankle into the truck.

"Oh, well ok then" Butters said, looking down at my ankle sadly before running around the other side of the truck to get into the drivers seat.

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"so..what happened Ken?" Butters asked gently,
I took a deep breath before replying,

"well...me Stan Kyle and Cartman were hanging out at Cartmans place, like usual. But Cartman was making alot more 'poor people jokes' than he usually did, so I got really pissed and told him to shut up.

"or what Kinny" I imitated in his high pitched voice.

"Then I told him i would kick his ass and he didn't like that." I lied, we sat in awkward silence for about a minute or two before butters said something.

"So..that's why he messed up ya face?" he asked, gesturing with one hand to my —now dried up— bloody nose and bruises.

"Yeah pretty much." I responded, self consciously looking into the car mirror at my beat up reflection.

"Gee Ken i'm sorry" Butters said with a concentrated look on his face as he slowed the trucks pace and pulled into his driveway.

"It's alright butters it's not your fault" I said, grinning at him with one of my biggest grins, yet he still didn't look very reassured, so I added
"plus i've gotten worse" with a slight shrug.

a/n
hey! I hope you all liked this chapter! <3

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