South Park Preferences and Imagines

31. Hopeful!Kenny McCormick Imagine

***After you are dating
***This imagine is not connected to any of the preferences, it is a separate AU
***Before anybody asks, Ms. Allry is the high school's counsellor, alright?

It started when [Y/N] told Kenny about weird dreams she has been having while they wandered around the woods. When [Y/N] told Kenny that she had a weird dream, he expected something like pineapples with hairy legs or spiders spewing memes, not something serious.

"I... I don't understand them, Kenny, and I don't like them." Kenny raised a somehow perfect eyebrow in confusion and nodded slowly.

"I can gather that, but what do you even dream about anyways?" [Y/N] would go to school saying she had a weird dream but typically refused to talk about them, not even to Wendy or Bebe.

"I feel weird saying this... but you died." Kenny's breath hitched in his throat and he stared at the girl before him with wide eyes. [Y/N] took this as a sign of discomfort, and possible sign of being creeped out, and awkwardly rubbed her neck.

"I know, it's weird but it's been happening a lot for as long as I can remember." Kenny felt like he couldn't breath. It was like his body refused to do what his mind wanted it to do.

"A-as long as you remember?" Kenny gulped and pulled down the hood of his grey parka, since he had long ago outgrown his orange one.

"I don't know... you used to wear an orange parka in my dreams, when you were younger. And Kyle and Stan would always yell the same thing after you died."

""Oh my god they killed Kenny" and "you bastards"?" Kenny dryly laughed and looked [Y/N] in the eyes.

"You came to South Park in freshman year. How do you know all of this? Who are you, [Y/N] [L/N]?" Kenny brought his face close to hers and stared into her [E/C] eyes deeply.

"I don't know how to answer that," [Y/N] said softly.

"Tell me more." Kenny demanded, more like pleaded, and he placed a hand on her cheek gently.

"You-you would get killed daily at first. Then, the killings slowed down after the fourth grade. Now it happens maybe once or twice a month." [Y/N] mumbled uncomfortably.

"You died in my dreams a few nights ago. You-"

"Stan threw the football too hard at my neck?" [Y/N] froze and bit her lip.

"This is weird, and I live in South Park so this is beyond weird." [Y/N] rubbed her temples.

"You weren't even there, how do you know this?" Kenny seethed. He didn't know what to think or what to feel. Happy because somebody finally remembered? He thought he would, but he felt angry for some reason. Why didn't [Y/N] tell him about what her dreams were earlier? She had no idea how this effected him and how much this meant to him. For somebody to actually remember.

"What are you talking about, it's just a dream." [Y/N] puffed out a breath of air and refused to believe anything.

"That I happen to know everything about?" [Y/N] went silent and refused to look Kenny in the eye.

"I don't like this. Can you just... forget everything I just said?" [Y/N] murmured. Kenny shook his head and pinned [Y/N] against a tree with her wrists above her head. [Y/N] winced slightly as the bark dug into her back.

"No, I can't, [Y/N]. This is very important and you have to listen to me. What you're dreaming of, it's real and goddamn it hurts. I die and I always come back to life. A few days ago I got a football thrown at my head. A month before that I was electrocuted by Ms. Allry's iPhone. Five weeks ago I got eaten alive by bears." Kenny said in a low, emotional voice. [Y/N] bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut.