Sleeping Kyle 😎😎 [Stan x Kyle satire story]

Pt 2 😞

Ok so what if I told you I forgot about this story 🤔 anyways.

Also TW attempted suicide...heh...I'm so scary...
(On a real note if you ever feel like committing please get help, this isn't a "get help😡😡" situation it's an actual PLEASE get help so you don't do something so harsh. Thank you :) be safe!)
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Dave POV:

Kyle collapsed onto his dusty old mattress he found behind an ancient 7/11. He then began to sob, not those quiet tears. Loud, gut wrenching sobs. The only connection to his old life was gone. Forever. His body shook with every cry 😿 his hands clawed into his hair, gripping tightly at the scalp which began to sting.

"N-No!" He finally choked out, though the feeling of taking only amplified the pain, causing him to sob harder. All he wanted was to have someone who loved him. He hated EVERYONE right now. Hell, even his dad was too busy all the time to even care for him!

A life basically worshipping Liane and Cartman wasn't a life at all. It would be better..if Kyle was dead.

Kyle's pov 🫄

I hate this..I hate everyone. Nobody actually loves me or cares about ME. They care about the things I do for them. They care about how good they look to others. Liane only cares about looking like the perfect woman who "adopted" a motherless child. I hate them. I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them.

(Ok bru we get it 😿)

"It would be better if I just disappeared..."

Dave POV (oh wait I never said this but Dave is the narrator)

The cracked window to Kyle's left let in a cold draft. The morning breeze made Kyle shudder. The red head shifted closer to the window and opened it, sitting on the ledge.

"bjaisdjdodndndkdknd. Royal horn noises. Jedkndsondfnfldksns. Brrrnnnn brrnrnrnrnrn abba bakdksks bagd" Kyle almost lost his balance but quickly caught himself. It was a royal messenger!

Kyle watched Liane open the door. He heard something along the lines of "royal ball" or something. Heh, ball. Balls 😈😈😈😏😏😍😍😼😼🫄🫄.  Kyle sees this random black haired kid in the back of the carriage, sneaking out into their yard. "Oh HELL no" Kyle thought.

"The fuck?" Kyle climbed onto the roof after grabbing a loose wooden floorboard from his room. He watched the kid closely. He seemed to have fancy clothes but not over the top. Kyle couldn't really make out if he was royal or not. No matter, why was a shady low life sneaking around HIS house?

As the black haired boy snuck around the backyard, Kyle dropped down from the roof, holding onto a tree for support until getting to the ground.

"AAAA-" the black haired boy yelped as Kyle hit him in the head with the floorboard. He dropped to the ground, unconscious.

"That'll teach you not to walk onto others property!" Heh...that was so cool 😼 anyways. Kyle was just about to walk away until he heard the messenger yell.

"Prince Stan?! Where are you?!"

Kyle froze. Did he literally just assault the Prince..? Oh shit. Kyle panicked and picked up the Prince.

"Mother fucker you're FAT. How much do you eat?!" Stan was heavy bc I'm pretty sure humans MIGHT just be heavy 🤔 also he was taller than Kyle.

Kyle quickly carried Stan inside through the back door and into his room -if you could even call it that. It's a tiny room in the basement. Cartman's fatass stomping down the stairs always woke Kyle up. Kyle set Stan down onto the mattress and propped his head up with a pillow he secretly stole from Liane a few years ago.

Kyle's POV: (I refuse to write one POV and not switch every two seconds.)

Oh my god please don't tell me I killed him. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK! I placed my hand onto the prince's chest; I was feeling for a heartbeat. I felt a gentle but steady pulse through his chest and sighed in relief.

"Good..." I mumbled. I covered the Prince in the blanket and laid down next to him, not touching of course. That's gay bro. Maybe I could doze off for just a second...

Chapter two end!!

Thank you to the one person that saved my story, you reminded me that I have one fan to make this story for 😎😎 about 780 words not including non story parts.