𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; south park ☆

𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍☆; Visitor

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MUSIC CLASS WAS THE CLASS you were excited about the most, you wanted to ask a few more questions about it since you were interested in joining band.

Entering the classroom, you immediately caught the attention of Mike, Heidi was too busy practicing on instruments.

You took your seat next to the hair-dyed male and gave him a wave and smile to which he returned.

Mike's eyes kept on you as you took out your computer, fiddling with the bracelet he had on his hand.

"[Y-Y/N]?" Mike lisped, and you turned towards him.

He shyly held out the bracelet with your name on it, along with [f/C1] beads and [f/C2] beads.

"OMG! Thank you so much! That's adorable!" You gasped, taking the bracelet and inspecting the bracelet with joy.

"I hope I spelled your name right." He mumbled, picking at his black nail polish as he watched you inspect the bracelet, anxious that you would find any imperfections.

"You didn't, and you used my favorite colors too." You put on the bracelet and admired how it looked on your wrist.

"I guessedsh(guessed) them." He smiled, happy.

"I swear, I'll make you one."

"You don't have to-"

"I Will."

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YOU LEFT SCHOOL A BIT
due to something you ate at lunch, Stan and the rest understood and even encouraged you to go home (except Cartman, who just giggled watching you grow nauseous from the weird-tasting broccoli).

You got home and fed Twilight and Star, then got some medicine.

Recommended amount, take every 4 hours...
Read the label, placed it down and focused on the little cup filled with medicine, and took it, swiftly drinking it down.

"Ugh.." you scrunched up your nose, still not used to the tangy taste of medicine.

After cleaning up a bit you decided you could try to wear off the sickness with a nap, so you set your time to an hour and hit the hay.

Hair all over your face, some partially covering your vision as you slowly opened your eyes, you realized you woke up.

"Hhm?" Humming, your arms extended to support your upper body as you looked around your room, noticing that it was dimmer than when you were last wake.

Curiosity turning your head towards the window, it was dark out.

You shivered, and cold.

Turning away from the window, your fingers run through the mess of your hair, sighing at the messed up it's gotten.

Then, came a tap from behind you.

"Hm?" You hummed confused as you turned towards your opened window, only to see a silhouette and you jumped.

"Who that FUCK?"
You hurried got up from your bed and grabbed the first thing next to you, which was your [F/C] electric guitar that you held up in the air but in case.

It was strong and perfectly crafted so it could take an intruder down easily.

You crept closer to the window, and once you were close enough your hand cautiously started to pull back the curtains slowly, and from the corner. You saw a spot go blonde hair.

Gasping, you pushed the curtains instantly to the side in shock on the blonde in front of you.

No signs of wires, or bandages, as if he was brand new. As if you hadn't seen him die.

The blonde almost mockingly grinned back at you, his parka still dirty but no blood, his hair still that iconic dirty tone, and his skin was no longer bruised as cut, instead the freckles replaced where his nose had bled.

His grin turned into one where he exposed his teeth, and you remembered that he had more than one tooth gap.

Confused your grip loosened on the guitar and your eyes went to his teeth to his eyes, which you swore were a brighter brown.

"Kenny?"

"Hey cutie, miss me?"

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