Ghost park

Chapter 2

"SHUT UP FAT BOY" screamed a very pissed off Ginger. His best friend Stan Marsh stood at his side, pinching the bridge of his nose at the stupidity of the argument between the two boys.
"MAKE ME JEW RAT" snapped back the fat fatherless freak in front of Kyle.
"Dude just ignore him" sighed Stan, putting a reassuring hand on kyles shoulder. The anger drained out of kyles face at the calming touch of his best friend and he took a deep breath and sat down just as Mr Garrison walked into the class yelling at us to sit down.
"Fuck you Kahl.." Cartman muttered as he waddled towards his seat.

Mr Garrison droned on about some random irrelevant TV show that him and his boyfriend had been watching while I lay my head on the desk and wished for it to be lunch. I curiously sat up and glanced out the window to the left of me at the sound of laughter and a bang. My eyes widened as I saw the source of the bang. A bright colourful firework was coming right towards the classroom window. I froze watching the sixth grade boys run away laughing as the firework smashed through the window. I felt a sharp object hit my head and my whole body burned in agonising pain.

"AGHH" I screamed panting and jumping up from my bed. Beads of sweat rolled down my face and I was panting uncontrollably. "Shit dude what happened" I whispered to myself as I recalled the events of the day before. Butters was walking or something and then.. I had been hit by a car. I sighed, brushing off the shock of the blow from the car and put my orange parka on before rushing out of the house to catch the bus. Thankfully I had slept through the night and woke up before missing school.

I stood at the bus stop still shaken from the events that took place the day before. I was confused. I died all the time why was this death so scary for me? Was it that butters was there? Something felt different but I couldn't put my finger on what. I heard a loud gasp from down the road and I turned to see Butters standing there, his bag discarded in the pile of snow beside him. He looked terrified. I raised a hand and waved to him as usual.
"K-Ken is that you?" He asked, his voice quivering. I could tell he was on the verge of tears. I didn't reply and just stared at him with a quizzical expression on my face. Butters face twisted from fear to happiness as he realised it was actually me. He sprinted towards me embracing me with a warm hug.
"Dude what's up?" I exclaimed, taken aback by the sudden excitement from the boy. Butters shook as I held him in my arms.
"Ken I saw- Ken I saw you- There was.. there was a car and-" his voice cracked and his words turned to sobs. I felt my stomach drop as I realised what Butters was trying to say. He remembered. Tears welled up in my eyes as a realised someone finally remembered. After years of repeatedly dying, someone remembered.
"What do you remember butters" I asked quietly as I held the boy in my arms. His uncontrollable sobs had turned into slight sniffles at this point and was able to explain what he remembered.
"I was walking down the road and I heard u screaming and then saw a car and you came crashing into me and the car hit you and you were on the floor and there was blood everywhere and- oh my god" he gasped as the words poured out of his mouth " You died Kenny. You're dead Kenny." He spoke so quiet it was barely audible. I took him in my arms again as tears threatened to spill from the boys eyes and he rested his head on my shoulder.
"I'm so glad you're ok" He whispered before pulling away and whipping at his red, puffy eyes.
"We need to talk dude" I mumbled, shuffling my free through the snow in a ditch attempt to ignore the situation. I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted by the yellow bus filled with screaming 6th graders rounded the corner and sped towards us.

We climbed onto the bus and made our way to our usual seats near the end of the bus. Butters looked at my expectantly when we sat down and I let out a sigh, preparing myself for the conversation about to take place. He smiled at me reassuringly as I opened my mouth and began to inform him about my immortality and the cult of Cthulhu.

When I was finished explaining and he was finished absentmindedly nodding along to whatever I was saying, he put a soft hand on my own.
"Ken I'm so sorry I didn't know sooner. I can't imagine what it's like having to feel all that pain and still never get the relief of death" he smiled warmly at me and I felt my heart flutter.
"I still don't understand how no one remembered up until know" the boy pried.
"I'm just as clueless as you" I sighed, slumping down further into my chair and resting my head on his shoulder.
"All I know is you're not alone anymore Ken" Butters whispered as he lay his head on top of mine.

AN// I rly don't like this but I need Butters to find out somehow so we roll