Returned - Kenny x Reader

Resurrection Part One

I wonder if he's avoiding me.

You hadn't seen Kenny in a while. The rational part of your brain said that he was probably just behaving down on Earth and not getting killed, which was good for him and you should be happy... but the irrational part of your brain was overthinking its way to disaster.

What if he saw me... my body? The video? Crime scene photos? Was I even found? No, that face he made, he saw something... me. Wait, me, maybe it was my scars that caused his reaction? God fucking damn it.

This is exactly why you didn't want to show him.

At the same time, through the whirlwind of anxiety thoughts, a few whispered words cut through.

"You're so beautiful."

You'd never heard those words spoken so sincerely before, like he didn't even realize he was talking out loud. Such sweet sentiment, to describe... you. Not you in life, but you in death, active death. A dead girl in her freaking work uniform.

Beautiful.

Huh.

A summoning interrupted your thoughts, and you went on about your reaping. The work was very repetitive, but you still found meaning in bringing comfort to spirits on their final journey. Especially the children.

You had no idea how long it had been since you were last summoned to Kenny, and you were actually starting to miss him.

KENNY'S POV

"Three weeks and two days since I last saw her," I mumbled to myself as I threw my parka down onto my bed after getting home from school. "Three fucking weeks, two god damn days, I still don't know what to say, and I miss her so much I feel like I'm gonna puke. What the fuck is wrong with me?!"

I dropped down onto my bed and put my head in my hands. Why can't I get this dead girl off my mind?

It wasn't guilt from seeing the video anymore. I got past that. It was something about that haunting look in her eyes, a curious brightness that stuck with me and kept her in the back of my mind since we last spoke.

"But I'm a stupid piece of shit."

I kicked off my shoe and sent it flying into the wall, the steel toe of my boot punching a new hole in the drywall. Another to match the 20 or so already there.

How am I just supposed to never bring it up? She can't be mad at me if it slips out, right? I'm only human. And I have questions!

When I wasn't drowning in thoughts of Y/N, I was fixated on avenging her. I'd hardly come up with anything, though, even when I tapped into my Mysterion-related contacts in the police force. I'd do anything to learn who did that to her and hang them by their guts.

In the meantime, days felt boring and repetitive. School, work, watch Karen, Mysterion patrol, sleep. The only thing that kept the days straight in my mind was how many days it had been since I last saw Y/N.

It was now week three, day three. I rolled out of bed and went through the motions of the same morning routine, simultaneously avoiding death and Y/N by passing up a waffle from the faulty, spark-shooting toaster and heading straight to school. I usually didn't work this hard to avoid death, but I still didn't know what to say to her, so I had to manage to keep a pulse until I figured it out.

It wasn't until I was ditching last period and passed the back doors of the school that I got an idea.

Crowding the back stoop behind the cafeteria, the ever-dark core four goth kids of South Park mumbled away amongst themselves. Henrietta Biggle's voice caught my ear with what she was saying.