South Park: Dragging Me Down

Duality

Kenny marched down the corridor, pissed.

For starters he wanted to knock Clyde out, but he was currently more concerned about Pip who hadn't been seen since the dustbin incident. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he almost bumped into Wendy and Stan. They were looking at one of the pictures of Pip pasted onto the wall and Stan was laughing hard.

"Just look at him, he looks like a right dweeb!"

"Stan! It's not funny!" Wendy snapped, tearing the picture down.

Stan wiped his eyes. "Wendy, what's gotten into you? It's hilarious!" he laughed again. "It's funny, isn't it Ken'?"

"Yeah." Kenny replied tersely, giving Wendy a knowing look. "Have you seen him?"

"What, Frenchie? No. He's probably crying in the bathroom or something." Stan replied.

"He might be in the library. I think he goes there sometimes." Wendy added, trying to be helpful.

"Cool. See you guys later." Kenny ruffled his hair and turned on his heel, heading towards the library.

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The bell signalling the end of lunch had rung about ten minutes ago yet Pip remained seated in the storeroom, still feeling like crap. He didn't have it in him to move. He was still jittery and feeling achey all over and if he went to class now he knew he'd just be a laughing stock, so had the mindset of 'why bother?'

Pip pondered on what he was going to do. If he stayed at school he knew he'd be laughed at for the rest of the day no matter what lesson he was in. His growing confidence had already taken a huge hit as it stood. He pressed his palms together and entwined his fingers, locking them together to stop his hands from shaking.

Maybe I could just... go home. When everyone sees me they're just going to laugh. It would be best for me to not be here, I think.

The storeroom door suddenly swung opened, slamming against the wall. Pip jumped and swiftly ducked under a chair, hoping he wouldn't be seen by whoever had entered.

"Oh Frenchie..."

Pip nearly jumped out of his skin at Kenny's voice and fell forward into the chair, making a slight noise. Kenny frowned as the Brit quickly ducked to the floor, hoping he hadn't been seen, but he had.

"I see you." Kenny stated coldly, folding his arms as he approached the Brit. The door closed behind him.

Pip covered his head with a whine. This was just what he needed! First Cartman had harassed him, then Clyde and his gang, then the goth kids, now Kenny! Why couldn't people just leave him alone? How had the blonde even found him? Nobody had ever bothered looking for him before. And more importantly - what was Kenny going to do to him?

He must have been audibly whimpering because Kenny idly tutted at his reaction and casually strolled over to him. After having scouted the library for the Brit, Kenny had run into Butters who gave him a lead of where Pip may have gotten to. Thankfully, he'd been correct.

"Need a hand?" Kenny asked, holding out a palm.

Pip opened his eyes, "W-What?"

The scruffy blonde glared down at him. "I'm not repeating myself."

Pip held his head down. He wiped his leg cuts with his sleeves. "N-No thank you."

"You obviously do, so take it." Kenny said sternly.

"No thank you?" Pip repeated, hoping Kenny wouldn't bite his head off for it.

"Stop being difficult!" Kenny snapped, retracting his hand, "Ugh, whatever."