Hate My Guts (Kenny x Butters) [Completed]

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Lots of violence the next few chapters, pls read at your discretion. 

Since school was canceled the whole week for David's murder, Thursday approached faster than Kenny wanted it to.

Monday had been the lowest he'd let himself get in a long time. Seeing David's body had broken his mental state harder than the numerous times his parents beat him as a kid; there was just something about seeing a childhood friend bloody, and dead in the grass. Even though they weren't on good terms when he died, Kenny couldn't shake the grief.

The rest of the gang seemed relatively okay, besides Kyle of course, and spent most of the week at Kenny's. They were all upset by David's murder, but it seemed like they were able to move on - unlike Kenny, Kyle and Leo. Even Tweek didn't seem too disturbed, though that could've been because Craig hadn't left his side all week.

They were all sitting silently in the living room now. Kenny, Leo and Tolkien were on the big couch, Craig and Tweek were squeezed in the love seat with Clyde, while everyone else sat at the dining table. The funeral didn't start for another couple of hours, everyone had shown up at Kenny's beforehand to be with him. It was obvious from the way that Tolkien and Wendy kept sharing looks that they were worried about him.

He ignored it. Actually, the last few days, Kenny had been ignoring damn near everything, except Butters and Kyle. It seemed like the three of them were the only ones who really cared that someone was murdered, and Kenny was a little pissed off about it. He felt like they didn't realize how serious this was for all of them, and how much danger they were potentially in.

Butters could feel how tense Kenny was, even before he looked over and noticed him clenching his fists until his knuckles were turning white. Kenny was in his own void though, unaware of how eerily angry he looked the last few days. Leo didn't know what to say, he thought he had said everything he could.

With everyone's eyes on him, Leo knew he had to be the one to say something: "Um, Ken?" Butters started cautiously, flinching a little when Kenny's head snapped over to him, that same fierce look in his eyes. It nearly sucked the confidence out of him. "Y-You wanna smoke?"

Answering the question by walking out the back door, Kenny left them feeling impossibly more uncomfortable. Craig and Kyle looked over to Leo, seeing who was going to go out first, but Stan beat them all to it, not saying a word as he followed after him.

Kenny was standing at the back of the yard already, leaning on the fence towards the road as he peered out into the rest of the neighborhood, his eyes locked on the spot David had been. There were flowers, candles, stuffed animals and small offerings at the corner where he died; the snow was starting to fall now too, covering the respects left for David. It was like even the weather wanted to hide his death.

Stan was standing next to him now as the other boys came out, not daring to approach the way that Stan had. He had done a lot of thinking recently, especially since he quit drinking, and he had decided to stop letting Kenny fall into his own detrimental cycle.

"David wasn't your fault." He got right to the point, even though he could feel Kenny tense right away, Stan was prepared: "I don't mean to be a dick, but this is the life he chose. Dude, he even told you he was gonna fucking die, and pushed you away from him. If he thought he was gonna make it, I feel like he would've left town, so what if he stayed to warn us, Ken?"

He wasn't thrilled with what Stan said, yet he couldn't ignore it either. Kenny had been wondering for days now why David had stayed in South Park, so what Stan was saying made sense. He felt like there was more to it, there always seemed to be lately. Kenny still knew that this was his fault, that they probably wouldn't even be there if he didn't exist. He was starting to hate himself.