𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; south park ☆

𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍☆; Kenny

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WAKING UP,
the first thing you thought of was visiting Kenny in the hospital, you wanted to make sure Kenny was okay as soon as possible. And you felt insanely guilty that you just went home and had a sob session after witnessing his death.

You kissed Twilight and Star goodbye and went out the door, You changed into a better outfit that consisted of a gray jacket, a white polo shirt, and baggy jeans with some uggs you found lying around.

The hospital wasn't hard to find and you busted through the doors, startling the guest in the waiting room and the lady at the desk, whom you had walked up to.

"Can I see a patient named Kenny?" You asked, the desperateness in your voice was obvious.

The woman looked through her computer, then back up at you, "Kenny McCormick?"

"yes! Yes, can I see him?"

The woman could tell how hopeful you were and nodded, "he's in room ____"

You immediately rushed to find the room, after looking through the whole first floor you found it and you didn't waste time entering.

Your heart hurt seeing Kenny, his body connected to tubes and plenty of casts, being covered in bandages.

Kenny felt your presence and weakly turned his head to you, "[Y/N]...?" His voice sounded so weak and cracked you already felt tears peeking out of your eyes.

Dropping to your knees beside his bed you looked up at him, "Oh Kenny," You sniffled, "I'm so sorry I didn't come to you earlier."

You started to cry and Kenny's eyes widened at the situation, surprised someone even came to see him.

He was pretty sure the others hadn't heard yet, but here you were, already aware of it.

And you came to see him.

You grasped onto his hand softly, not wanting to hurt him, Your watering eyes were causing your vision to blur, "Please, don't die. tell me you won't leave me."

You buried your head into the hospital covers and Kenny weakly ran his thumb over your soft knuckles, "Don't cry [Y/N], don't spoil that pretty face of yours."

You looked up at Kenny, pressing his hand against your face for comfort. "I can't help it, I can't stand to see you like this."

His state was hard to see, he was bruised and bloody, bandaged and cast. He was barely living, and he was shaking badly.

"Don't worry [Y/N]."

"I always come back."

You were about to ask what he meant, but then he closed his eyes slowly and you went into panic.

"Kenny?Kenny!"

You stood up, your cries turning louder, "KENNY!! Kenny Don't leave me here!"

You searched for a nurse button, pressing it over and over in hopes someone would come to save your friend.

Kenny's chest stopped rising.

His heart monitors let out an excruciating beep.

You sobbed his name over and over, hugging him desperately.

You clung to his side until nurses and doctors asked you to leave.

walking out of the hospital you were in tears, you missed school and told Mrs. Golding you had to call in sick, which she allowed without any further questioning.

You collapsed onto the couch, hand over your heart as you sobbed, and when you finally looked up, it was already nighttime.

Your face was stained with tears so you went over to the bathroom to freshen up, zombie-like almost.

switching on the blinding lights and heading over to the sink, you took a peek of the window that was by the shower, looking over the stars and the buildings.

turning back to the sink you splashed some water on your face, the freezing cold water didn't help with your state right now but it felt nice.

once you decided you had enough your hands gripped the counter, and you stared down at the sink for a bit before looking up at the mirror, seeing your exhaustion made you cringe and you saw your lip quivering.

"Fuck." You muttered, covering your face with your hand, you gripped your hair as you tried to hold back salty tears.

Tap, Tap.

"AH!" You jumped the noise and automatically turned towards the window, that was open.

A man with a cape, body suit, and shorts with an 'M' and question mark looked back at you, his mask failing to hide his serious expression, his cap was waving through the air.

Great, the last thing I need is some Batman wannabe showing up at my window.

"What in the fuckery!" Your hand searched for an object on your sink as your eyes kept on the mysterious figure, your hand grabbed a toothbrush and pointed it towards the figure.

"Stay calm, I won't hurt you." The deep voice said, making you cower into the corner of the bathroom as they reached out a hand towards you as if to calm you.

"Who.. Who are you?" You questioned, you saw the toothbrush your hand was holding shaking by how scared you were.

"I'm Mysterion. It's about Kenny."

★彡

"ARE YOU SURE
they go there?"

"Of course, I'm certain. I've seen them walk around there."

The blonde giggled, "You must be joking, my [Y/N] doesn't belong in some dump like South Park."

"I mean..." The man over the phone started, uncertain.

The blonde furrowed his eyebrows, "What are you getting at here Pip? Are you suggesting my [Y/N] belongs in a dump like South Park?"

Gregory of Yardale angrily yelled at the blonde behind the phone, his jaw clenched.

"N-No! I wouldn't dare do that to [Y/N]! I swear I've spotted them there!"

Pip Pirrup hoped that convinced Gregory not to be mad at him, the blonde was also fond of [H/C]nette, though only met once.

"That's what I thought." Gregory crossed his arms, putting his feet up on the ottoman.

"Keep an eye out for my darling, make sure no peasants interfere."

Pip sighed, unable to protest.

"Alright."

"Good, don't fail me pip. If you still want a roof over your head."

Pip shivered at the man's angry French accent.

Gregory hung up, sighing.

He leaned his head back on his chair and looked up at the ceiling, "One day [Y/N], one day we'll be reunited again."

"This time, I'll make sure you never leave my side again."

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