Kenny x Butters, "You deserve better!"

Chapter 10: A fight in an ally

'Love is weird,' that's what Mysterion thought as he looked at Butters's drawing. Love really was odd, and Kenny knew that as he lay in a pool of his own blood. How did he get here, you may ask?

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Well, you see, he was on his way to deal with a few more people who were bothering Butters when he saw a fight in an alley. "I guess a little detour wouldn't hurt," he thought to himself. He turned into the alleyway, classic superhero style. The fighters turned to him, surprised.

Kenny then spoke in his normal fake deep voice, "What is going on here?" The guys stared down at him. An uncomfortable moment went by before the guys broke out into laughter.

"Hold on, hold on! Are you Mysterion!?" a guy asked.

Kenny nodded, "Yes! I am Mysterion, the protector of this town, South Park!"

The guys laughed harder, "So you're telling me that this little guy is the protector of South Park!? This little shorty? No way you managed to beat people to a pulp!"

Kenny raised an eyebrow, unamused by their mockery. "Looks don't matter," he responded, his voice steady and determined. "It's not about size; it's about standing up for what's right." The laughter began to die down as Kenny's words held a certain gravity. "Now, why don't you tell me what's happening here?" He took a step forward, his presence commanding attention.

One of the guys stepped closer to him, "If you're so powerful and confident, then fight us!"

Kenny shook his head, "I am not here to fight. I'm here to stop a fight. So I'll ask again, what are you fighting about?" Kenny said with a bit more sternness in his voice. That's when he noticed a bag. He squinted his eyes; it looked to be filled with money. "Why do you have a bag of money? Where did you get it from?"

One of the guys shifted uncomfortably, looking at his partners before muttering, "We... We robbed a convenience store down the street. We needed the cash, man." The guy then began to waver as he felt like Kenny's eyes were digging a hole into him.

Kenny's face softened slightly as he listened, "Look, I get it. Times can be tough, but robbing and hurting others isn't the answer." He paused, letting his words sink in. "You're better than this. There are other ways to deal with your problems."

The guy who spoke earlier looked down, guilt in his eyes. "Yeah, well, life ain't exactly fair, you know?" he mumbled. Kenny sighed, his voice taking on a softer tone. "I know it's hard, but causing harm only continues the cycle of pain. Find another path, one that doesn't hurt innocent people."

That's when the third and final guy spoke up, "Hey look, buddy. Don't try to fix us. It won't work."

Anougher gay spoke up, "Yeah. Our companion over there might be weak enough—"

"Hey!"

"It's true! Anyway, he might be weak enough to tell you why we have a bag, but none of us are going to be fixed! And, to be honest, we're kinda pissed that you're trying!"

Kenny put his hands up, "Hey. Let's not get violent here." Kenny's voice stayed calm as he talked to the trio. "I'm not trying to fix anyone. I'm just asking you to think about the consequences of your actions. If you keep down this path, it won't end well for you or anyone else." He took a step back, his eyes scanning each of them. "You have a choice right now – to continue down a chaotic road or to find a way to make things right."

The third guy, the one that seemed to be the leader of the trio, seemed to get mad, "How about this!? I'll give you an offer. You walk away and you don't get the crap beaten out of you!"

Kenny sighed, "I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this point, but it seems you pulled my leg." Kenny then got into a fighting stance.

The leader of the trio narrowed his eyes, his anger rising. "You think you can take all three of us on?" he asked, his tone strong.