Depths of Gloom (Stan x Kenny)

6

Flashes of light were just beyond his eyelids, so colorful and bright, Kenny almost thought they were open. There was too much pressure, forcing the electromagnetic radiation to sporadically spread through the bits of darkness that accompanied him.

It was different again.

Usually, he just assumed that when he woke up alive again, he would be in his bed, alone in the dark of night. As Kenny felt consciousness slowly returning to him, he realized he was already moving.

He heard familiar voices, yet they were vague in their exact belonging.

What is this?

His hands were aware then, feeling at a rough fabric beneath them. Kenny focused on the rumbling of the environment, the sound of an engine registering in his revived mind; somehow, he was in Kyle's car, alive.

Kenny opened his eyes, allowing them to fully grasp the reality of the ugly, pale blue carpet. On the floor of the backseat, he looked up slightly to see Stan's hand dangling just above his head. He didn't understand what happened.

Did I not fucking die? The pain in his back told him that, for some reason, he had survived this time. It didn't explain how the hell they got him out of there, though.

Finally having the energy to push himself up, Kenny squinted at the environment flying past them on the highway. It was obvious he had been out for awhile - they were nearly back to South Park already.

"Kenny, you're awake?!" Kyle noticed him in the mirror, swerving in the right lane at the sudden appearance.

The snoring that had been shaking the car for the last few hours ceased immediately at the sound of his name. Stan's arms were around him in another second, squeezing his chest with thankful strength. "I thought you-" He buried his face in the back of Kenny's shoulder, stopping himself from spewing their secret.

Only looking at the one driving, Kenny was still very confused. "Ky, um, what happened?"

Since they were only about thirty minutes from home, the ginger decided to pull off at the next exit. Everyone needed food, but Kyle definitely needed some answers about the shit he just saw more than anything.

He kept everyone on edge until he parked the car. Pointing to Cartman and Stan, Kyle had no patience for any more shenanigans today: "You two - go get food."

Cartman whined obnoxiously, kicking the dashboard a few times in protest. "Are you seriously?! I don't want to go in there with that fucking hippie, douchebag! He just punched me in the fucking face!"

Knowing better than to test Kyle, Stan scoffed at him, opening the back door with a kick: "Come on, you goddamn piece of shit, or I'll roll you in there, and make you part of the play place!"

"The hell does that even mean?!"

They continued bickering as they went in, but did what was asked of them.

Great. Now, I'm gonna get bitched at by my teenage mom. Kenny glared out the window. He knew Kyle only nagged him because he cared, that just didn't change the fact that it annoyed him.

"So," The ginger turned around in the driver's seat, unbuckling the belt so he could face Kenny fully. Surprisingly, he didn't look angry, only concerned. "Did you do that for him?"

Knowing exactly what he meant, Kenny furrowed his eyebrows. "No. You and Cartman, too."

He nodded, changing the opinion he had already started formulating. Kyle didn't always understand Kenny's line of thinking. "Okay.. But, why did you think that was a good idea? We had to go back for you anyway, and we almost got arrested! The only reason they let us go is because they weren't supposed to use their tasers, and they didn't want us to sue! You know, I should probably kick your ass for that fucking bullshit!" Sighing at his lack of commitment to the anger, he continued: "Ken, what's really going on with you?"