Hate My Guts (Kenny x Butters) [Completed]

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Kenny walked down the road away from South Park until he couldn't feel his legs.

He didn't bother lighting up a cigarette as he continued on with no final destination. All he knew was that he didn't want to go back. He wanted to walk until he was hundreds of miles away from the people he kept hurting. Kenny didn't look behind him even as his sister crossed his mind; at this point, she was better off at Craig's.

The agony was eating away at him. The memory of Leo leaving without a word kept replaying in his mind, pushing him to walk away from everything faster. He wanted to escape. Kenny was fed up with the Mob, his friends, and Leo's confusing behavior - he was just fucking tired of South Park.

Chuckling to himself dryly as the freezing wind whipped around him, Kenny wondered what the point to everything had been. Every decision he had made was to protect the people he loved, yet, in the end, they all left him anyway. Even Leo, who he had saved from certain death and torture, had walked out on him.

The snow that had been falling steadily was now picking up into a blizzard, eliminating his line of sight. Kenny could barely continue walking straight as the wind continued to blow strongly, pushing him from side to side with a vengeance. He stopped walking as he realized how much resistance he was fighting against. Kenny closed his eyes, desperate to refocus on his goal of leaving.

Damnit.. He scowled into his jacket as he felt a familiar tightness in his chest. I can't leave.. This isn't right. What am I doing?

Turning back in the direction of South Park, Kenny was frustrated that he couldn't bear to leave all of it behind. As much as he wanted to start over somewhere better than that hellhole, Kenny wasn't the type of person to just bail on the people he cared about - he wasn't like his parents. He refused to be anything like them.

Visibility around him had disappeared though.

Shivering as he tried to spot a light, or any kind of indication to where he was, Kenny came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to make it back alive. He had gone out there without a coat, so even if he hadn't changed his mind, he would've died anyway. Obviously, he hadn't been thinking straight when he left the house.

To speed up the process of freezing to death, Kenny threw off his jacket, exposing his skin to the piercing cold. Humming slightly as he felt his body starting to shut down, he tried to comfort the pain of his heartache; Kenny didn't mind the pain of hypothermia in comparison to Leo not returning his feelings - and losing all of his friends. He would've rather died another thousand times than experience something like that again.

Kenny fell back into the snow when he couldn't hold himself up anymore, his heart rate slowing almost to a stop as he let his eyes slip closed. Leo was the last thing on his mind as he fell into the cold, lonely grasp of death.

**

Waking up to an empty house, Kenny didn't bother to get up from the floor. Dying hadn't helped him feel any better, it had just caused everything to fall into perspective for him. If he gave up now, and let the Mob win, he shouldn't have even bothered trying in the first place. Survival was what he had known his entire life, why would he give it up now?

Kenny wasn't giving up. He couldn't.

Even after coming to that conclusion, he stayed laying on the floor, scowling up at the ceiling. When there was a knock on the front door, he considered ignoring it, not being able to discern who it could be, and if they were worth answering. As the insistent knocking continued, Kenny sighed and pushed off the floor; he was surprised to see Craig when he finally opened the door.

"You gonna let me in?" Craig huffed after a moment of Kenny blankly staring at him. He moved to the side for his friend before sitting down on the couch without an acknowledgment - much to Craig's annoyance. "Um, Ken?"