A rude awakening (3)

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TW: Descriptions of blood and foul language.

???'s Point of View

I flicked the channels on the Television. No. Nope. Nah, who even likes watching tennis, I thought to myself. I glanced at the clock on the living room wall.
'12:05', the clock read. I rolled my eyes, it was irritating that time was passing by so slow. Instead of passing by stupid Television channels, I just settled on some nature documentary.

Soon my eyes got heavy, and sound started to drown out. I laid my drowsy head on the armrest of the couch, accepting my sleepy fate.

Knock knock.
I jolted awake, hurting my neck in the process. Someone was at the door. It's twelve something at fucking night, why can't I just rest? I slowly sat up and stood slowly, careful not to get light-headed. Knock Knock Knock. Fucking christ, it's too early for this shit.

Before doing anything, I peered through the peek-hole out onto the porch. If this is a Girl Scout I swear—

It wasn't a Girl Scout.

"Why the fuck is Kenny Mcwhoredick at my door", I muttered a little too loudly. What a sight to see.
Kenny Mcwhoredick himself, standing on my doorstep at twelve something in the morning. He looked pretty messed up. He wasn't wearing his usual orange parka, but a oversized shirt and some shorts with holes in them. Kenny looked like he was in a fight or some shit, with smeared dried blood on his forehead from what I could tell.

I gently opened the door (😉).

"Oh urm.. sorry Craig, but can I come in?" he said in a scrawny voice, unlike his usually muffled voice.
"First things first, why are you on my doorstep looking like you just fought a koala bear at twelve fucking AM?", I whisper shouted. He rubbed the back of his head, with a fake ass smile on his clown face. "I honestly just got a bit bruised up, some whore got mad I slept with her mom". I couldn't tell if Kenny was joking or not.

Weither it was a lie or not, Kenny looked like shit and was probably cold as fuck, I could assume from his quivering figure. I let out a sigh. "Your lucky. Come in quietly".

Authors note: If anyone sees this, hi 😇.

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