Hate My Guts (Kenny x Butters) [Completed]

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WARNING: lots of violence & death.

Kenny hadn't expected anyone to be at his house when he flew in the door.

He had pushed it open so hard that the knob was stuck in the wall, Craig jumping up to attention as he heard the commotion; instead of questioning his friend for being there, Kenny ignored his perplexed look, and bounded up the stairs towards his weapons stash.

He wasn't going to give them enough time to hurt Butters too much. Unfortunately, he understood that they were a Mob, and more than likely would use torture on Leo to get information. He was trying not to dwell on that as he pulled open his closest, revealing the weapons he had been collecting for years.

Knives, swords, axes, hammers, kunai, stun guns, pepper sprays and guns - Kenny had kept all of these things in case of something as serious as this. His parents always prepared him for a worst case scenario. Although he never expected things in South Park to become this lethal, he always had a feeling it was possible. Especially with all of the crazy shit they used to deal with, too.

He grabbed the black duffel bag from the top shelf of the closet, loading it up with everything he could fit. Kenny wasn't sure if he was going to kill anyone exactly, he didn't plan on it, but if he had to for Leo - he would. The Mob would have weapons, sure, though some of them probably knew that Kenny couldn't die, and they could. He wasn't completely sure what they knew. Maybe if I hand myself over, they would just let Leo go?

That didn't feel like an option at this point, or they would've just taken him to begin with.

"Motherfuckers.." Kenny growled to himself as he tried not to spiral into his thoughts. His scarred hands were starting to shake again.

This was different than anything he'd ever had to prepare for, despite the life he had been living; his younger self was smart to assume that he would start to have a meltdown on an occasion like this, having stashed a bottle of Jack Daniel's in the corner of the closet. He flicked off the top to start chugging as much as he could bear. If he was going to be killed repeatedly, Kenny didn't have time to feel it.

"Uh, dude, what in the fuck are you doing?" Craig was standing in the doorway, his mouth agape slighting as he took in the sight of Kenny chugging whiskey next to a bag full of weapons.

It was a valid reaction, he knew that, but Kenny didn't want to be stopped. "None of your business."

Craig furrowed his eyebrows at the aggression. "Look, I can tell something serious is going on." Kenny stood up, zipping the duffle bag closed as he ignored him. "Okay, I'll tell you what I know."

Stopping what he was doing, Kenny finally looked to Craig: "What do you mean?"

"I know Leo is unwillingly part of the Mob." He deadpanned, making Kenny's blood run cold, but Craig didn't look pissed like he would've expected him to. "I've known the whole time, Ken. You talk in your sleep, bro. Like, a lot."

He understood what Craig was getting at. He wasn't telling him all of this to attack Kenny, or use this against him. Kenny still didn't have time for this discussion though. "He was kidnapped.. right in front of me, Craig."

Since he didn't remember that Kenny was immortal, Craig cocked his head to the side in confusion. "How'd that happen?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you!" Kenny yelled in frustration, anxious to be on his way to saving Leo. "Besides, I need to go before they do something terrible to him."

Attempting to walk around his friend in the doorway, Kenny was stopped by a strong arm pulling him back. Craig was stronger than he looked, especially when he was upset, and he was definitely upset now: "What the fuck are you gonna do, huh? Get yourself killed, and then what?! We'll be fucked without you!"