What Is Your Problem? I Didn't Do Anything Wrong- (Crenny)

~"Stage one of feeding the rats"~

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Sorry, it's been a while! This blew up more than I thought it would- heh- I thought South Park was old news-! Anyways.. on to it!

(THERE IS TOO MUCH FANART WITH KENNY'S HOOD DOWN, JUST SAYING) 

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There was a sound of a slammed door echoing through the house. "YOU WERE AT A FRIEND'S?" Kennys Dad repeats. "YOU'RE TALKIN 'BOUT THAT BOY THAT TIP-TOED HIS WAY IN HERE, HUH?" Craig's stomach sank, 'This is my fault, he's going to get hurt and it's my fault.' was the only thing running through his head. "Son, what I say 'bout friends?" There was silence. "ANSWER ME, BOY." The shattered glass seemed to have painted the thin wall. "I-I don't remember, y-you said something," Kenny stopped. "I d-don't know." There was a shuffle of noises that began to grow louder down the hall. Craig tensed up, thinking it was Kenny's father."DON'T RUN FROM ME BOY, YOU NEED TO UNDERSTAND THAT ADULTS PUNISH FOR A REASON, GET THE FUCK BACK HERE." Everything went silent. Suddenly, there was a small yelp that turned into a painful shout.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, LET GO. LET GO. I'M SORRY, I WON'T DO IT AGAIN, IT HURTS STOP IT." Craig was going to vomit, never in his life has experienced such fear. The whole house shook in a painful silence after Kenny's request. The doorknob slowly turned and Craig quickly hid behind the curtain. Holding back as much as he could. 'Did it stop? Did it stop? Did it stop?' Was the only thing scribbling in his brain, Kenny would be used to something such as that. The door closed and someone ran the sink. Whoever it was, began vomiting quite harshly. The cries in between it all sounded like Kenny. Before even think Craig opened the Curtains and began to comprehend what he is looking at.

A kid, with a broken arm dry-heaving on the rim of the sink. Barely anything coming out of his mouth, but saliva and mucus, the scene made Craig gag aloud, catching Kenny's attention barely. They just stared at each other, one with a weak and tired expression and completely puzzled the other. "Clean yourself up useless piece of shit." Kenny's dad mumbled a few rooms away. Kenny moved his hand under the sink and grabbed a bottle. "What's that," Craig says sitting on his knees as far away from Kenny as possible. "You can call it 'Stage one of making rat food' "

| Craigs POV |

I snarled at him, there is no way I'm in the mood for his cocky no good jokes. The entire room stunk of vomit and blood, the scene of a bruised Kenny was gross enough. My throat could vomit my intestines if possible. This was all so fucking gross. "Shut the FUCK up, I'm not in the mood for joking, McCormick." Kenny made a lazy smirk. "Aw, you do care." He says pressing the bottle to his lips. "There is no way that's water, are you actually drinking alcohol right now?" The water was tinted a pretty unsettling color.. to be honest, it's kinda concerning. "It's medicine, I guess," he said interrupting my thoughts. "Hey... uhm.. this is only gonna last a few minutes but... uh... when you find out what this is, don't do anything I would do... or tell someone," Kennys mumbles and drinks the rest of it as I speak. "What are you spewing about?" His smile fades away. "Eh, you know the way too much shit... actually leave it be... uhm- When I know... can you uh go home and sleep it off?? You'll feel better in the morning I promise." He said, he actually sounded serious. But what the fuck is he talking about. We stood in silence for at least 10 more seconds "Remember." The room was just quiet and painful... soon enough he started to fall asleep. "H-hey, don't pass out dude." I tapped his face trying to get him up but he wasn't budging. "Kenny. Kenny, get up. Dude, wake up cmon." I checked his breathing to see how bad he was passing out. But.. his breath was so slow./. I was there for a little bit longer tracking his breaths, which grew only slower.

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DIE ON ME MCCORMICK, YOU DIRTY PIECE OF SHIT." My eyes started watering, attempting to shake him up. My voice cracked more the more I screamed at him. "WAKE THE FUCK UP.", "WHAT DID YOU DRINK"," DON'T DO THIS, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE."

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In a room with a lifeless body. Gasping for him to wake up. Rethinking everything he said, was I even thinking? I don't know. I was in there for at least 4 more minutes. Not even using my brain. My voice wouldn't work, and my gaze couldn't let off the corpse of my... friend. My friend. My partner. He made me so happy this past month. Why would he do this? My eyes close in deep thought. 

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Sorry! This is really short- I'm trying to keep up I PROMISE AHA!