I explained everything to Kenny. But I did miss one detail, I didn't tell him that I told Stan the he knew what I was doing, the kills and stuff like that. I also told him that he caught me killing someone, and you already know who it was.
"WHAT?!"
He violently shouted. I flinched a bit, and gazed at him with lazy eyes. He kept walking back and forth, being frustrated with I guess, everything. He stopped in one corner suddenly, sat down and hugged his knees, sulking his mind away.
"I guess the truth is finally out, just what I wanted."
I said sarcastically, sitting back down the couch, and crossed my arms. Kenny kept sulking over in that one little corner, while I was thinking about how I can get away with it. Stan probably told almost everyone in town, or I guess his parents, or you know... the police.
"I GOT IT!"
Kenny yelled, jolting up from his place. He darted out my house, which left me confused and startled of his sudden action. I gazed at the open door, and stood up to close that thing. Then, just when I was about to sit back down, the door swinged open, and cause a loud noise, making me fall front off the couch.
"Ahh! What!?"
I screamed. He panted heavily and saw his hand holding a paper bag. He kneeled down and tried to catch his breath. He was also sweaty, guessing he ran from his house back to mine, or just asked Butters a paper bag, ran through the sprinklers and ran back my house.
"Use this."
He told me, handing over the paper bag to me, which I did hold into. I raised a brow and wore a confused look on my face. Kenny kept nodding, and I just kept lookung at him, weirded out.
"What about it? What will I do with this?"
I asked curiously. He sat me down, and went to the kitchen. Seconds later, he came back with scissors and cut holes on the paper bag. I strangely stared at him, as he suddenly handed me back the paper bag, which now has holes.
"Put it on so no one will recognize y--"
"SCREW YOU!!"
I said, interrupting him as I crumpled the paper bag and threw it towards him, making him flinch, with a startled look on his seemingly harmless expression.
Knock Knock Knock
We both heard the door, and we looked at each other confused. I stood up and went over the door, until Kenny blocked me, with an expression that looks like he was having a hard time pooping.
"You can't! He might be someone suspicious!! Tru--"
I pushed him to the side vigorously, before he could finish up his sentence. I shot a glare at him and with no hesitation, I opened the door.
To. See. My. Witness.
Standing in front of me with worried eyes. I looked at him startled and with fear. He might've already told the cops, and I'm just looking here not doing anything. He could have a plan, and I'm too oblivious to see it, I better arm myself. I took out my dagger and hid it behind me.
"Hi... Kyle, Kenny..."
He greeted weakly, and worridly. Kenny put his arm onto his waist and raised a brow. He looked pretty confident, but I think not. Well, not for long. Stan, the person in front of me, looked pretty down and plump. He stared at me, and up until now, I can see bewilderment in his eyes, I guess that scene is still fresh in his mind.
"So, did you tell on me? To the police?"
I asked with a sarcastic tone in my voice. His eyes widened a bit and looked at me, confused. He gazed at me and sighed heavily.
"...Come on in."
I told him, opening the door wider. Kenny looked at me with a weird look and nudged his elbow onto me. I shot him a glare and he shook his head. Damn, it doesn't mean if you got caught, you should avoid them, completely.
"I didn't tell on you."
Stan confessed. Well I don't really believe it. I still love him but with a situation like this, you gotta wanna stop at times, but I can't.
"Then what?"
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You Are The Reason
Mystery / ThrillerI really like him. Who cares if he's my best friend? Is it a sin? No. No it isn't. I would do anything for him, even kill others who get in my way and is a threat to him. My Beloved
