𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; south park ☆

𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍☆; Clingy

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

"WHAT? HOW ARE YOU-"

"I'll explain that baby but can you let me in right now? It's freezing balls out here."

Abiding in Kenny's request you backed up so he could jump in, you were confused about how he got up since he was on the second floor but that wasn't the concern as of now.

"Kenny? Is that you?"
You asked, walking closer to the blonde that had emerged from the window and stood in front of you, barely taller than you.

Kenny chuckled as if this was all some joke, "Of course! Feel me! I'm real."

[Y/N] grinned at his request, it was Kenny.

Their face soon fell again, "Wait, but how are you alive? I saw you die!"

Kenny's eyes light up in hope, "You-You did?"

He had to make sure, "How did I die?"

"You got hit by a car! Then I went to visit you in the hospital!" You scoffed as if it was obvious.

Finally, someone who had remembered.
How was [Y/N] able to remember? That wasn't important, what was is that someone had finally remembered.

Without a second thought, Kenny latched onto [Y/N], hugging them so tight they almost lost breath until Kenny loosened a bit.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

Stunned, the [H/C]-haired teen didn't know how to reply. But still, they wrapped their arms around Kenny, protectively holding onto his head and taking in his cheap cologne smell.

"What are you thanking me for?"
The question came off as hushed, but Ken still heard.

"For remembering, no one ever has before."

So Mysterion was right after all.

[Y/N] smiled, because deep down they did want Kenny to come back, and here he was.

"Well, since you're back, wanna binge-watch some movies?"

"Dude, fuck yes."

★彡

"GOT THE POPCORN?"
Kenny asked as he lay sprawled out on my couch, [Y/N] was generous enough to lend him some pajamas since Kenny's clothes 'smelled like death'.

"Yep." [Y/N] placed the big bowl filled with popcorn in between them as they sat down next to Kenny who was currently scrolling through movies.

"This one?" Kenny turned to you as he pointed at a movie with the remote and you shrugged.

"I don't know man, you're the one that died so you get the first pick."

Kenny giggled and looked. Over at you, "I'm so glad you remembered."

The tone of his voice seemed genuine, and a sprinkle of admiration.

You looked over at him to see him already looking at you, "Do people usually don't?"

Nodding, "Yeah, you're the first."