Fortune Park: A South Park AU

Chapter 15: decomposition

Some time after his experience with necrophilia, Kyle had figured out that he enjoyed engaging in intercourse with the deceased.  He had tried to think of what to do next with his newest edition of meat.  There were so many ways he could cook him, but he was quite indecisive about how this meal would be made.  But at least he figured out something to do in his spare time now.  It made him feel free having this much control over a person, he felt like he could do anything he wanted to his victims.  And he also realized he really enjoyed the smell of the bodies when they started to rot, it aroused him.  He just couldn't let the people he knew figure it out, or else he would be done for.  His mother wanted to try his recipes but he couldn't risk her finding out how he got the meat, his excuse always ending up being that he goes to slaughterhouses and gets the meat fresh.  His phone started ringing as he was cooking his next meal, and it was Stan. 

Kyle: Uh, hi?  What's up man?

Stan: Have you seen Butters anywhere lately?

Kyle: No, why?

Stan: Well, Kenny's worried sick because he won't answer the phone and his parents are saying he isn't home. 

Kyle: Oh, well that isn't good.  I'll be sure to let you know if I see him anywhere.

Stan: Thanks, man. 

Kyle: No problem.

He hung up the phone and continued cooking.   He smiled to himself thinking about how nobody's accused him of committing the murders yet.  They've not even tried to figure out who did it once in the duration of the case being opened.  He finished cooking and sat down with his "pork chops" and began cutting it into pieces with a satisfied look on his face.  He took the first bite and felt exhilarated, almost moaning when the taste hit his tongue.  He was beyond gone now, he was no longer the Kyle everyone knew previously.  He was a monster now.  Ike limped into the room with his crutches, and happily sat next to Kyle. 

Ike: Hi, Kyle!

Kyle: Oh, hi Ike.

Ike: What's that you're eating?

Kyle: Oh, just something I cooked.

Ike: Can I try a bite? I promise I won't ruin it!

Kyle: Just one bite, alright?

He handed the fork to Ike with a small piece of the meat on it and watched him consume the chunk.

Kyle: How was it?

Ike: I liked it, thanks Kyle!

Kyle: You're welcome.

They both sat until Kyle was done eating, conversing about random things that Ike was interested in lately. Kyle finished eating and washed his dishes off and then sat on the couch and turned the TV on. 

Kyle: Is there anything you want to watch?

Ike: I kind of wanted to watch racing cars, but anything is fine.

Kyle: Alright then.

Kyle turned the NASCAR channel on and watched the races with his brother, almost forgetting about the past few weeks and feeling like he could finally catch a break.  He got up and made sure Ike was fine with being downstairs alone, and headed up to his room and sat and looked out of the window, watching if any people were outside and what they were doing.  He sat there and then thought about how he'd actually just lost his virginity to the corpse of his friend, and he felt satisfied with himself.