South Park Preferences and Imagines

33. Hopeful!Kenny McCormick Imagine pt.3

[Y/N] blinked a few times and rose into consciousness after deep thought.

"Was that a gunshot?" [Y/N] mumbled to herself in confusion. She could've sworn she heard a gun.

"Hello," [Y/N] turned to her right and saw a blonde guy sitting peacefully in a hospital chair next to her bed.

"Bradley?" [Y/N] sat up in the uncomfortable, white hospital bed. She was still hazy from the pain killers the doctors hooked her up to awhile, but she was aware enough to know that Bradley died a year ago.

"Huh, am I... am I talking to dead people now?" [Y/N] yawned and scratched her head with a tired look on her face.

"No, I just never died." Bradley seemed to be enjoying talking to her way too much, [Y/N] noticed. She felt a little creeped out, but then again she was also really tired so she didn't pay much attention to anything.

"Wow, nice stunt, I think the whole school believes you're dead now." [Y/N] was beginning to feel sick, a side effect of the hospital morphine, and tasted bile.

"Yeah, they do," Bradley feigned disinterest as he picked at his nails.

"Hey, can you pass me the bin-"

"You know, I am way cooler than Kenny. I did create him." Bradley smirked. [Y/N] coughed and felt her stomach leap as nausea overcame her senses.

"That's great and all but I'm about to throw up-" [Y/N] nearly screamed as Bradley interrupted her again.

"My parents hate me, that's why they sent me down to this crummy planet a few hundred year ago. So, in order to take over K'oh Kajan I needed human sacrifices, so I made Kenny and you." [Y/N] then smirked to herself, before feeling sick again.

"Biggle-"

"Now, unless you want me to kill Kenny continuously until I take control of K'oh Kajan, then you should back off-"

"Out of the way!" Bradley was surprised to say the least when [Y/N] leaped off of the hospital bed and dragged herself to the small garbage bin to throw up.

"Morphine does not settle well with me... like, the fuck? I only got a few stitches..." [Y/N] grumbled drowsily. Bradley blinked a few times.

"You're not... scared of me?" He had expected her to at least try and run away from him. Bradley really thought he had scared her when he got into her head and nearly killed her, now he felt a little self conscious about his abilities.

"Dude, I'm practically stoned off of morphine right now. I'm tired as hell and just threw up, you're not my top priority." Bradley felt his patience running thin.

"You are an idiot." Bradley gritted his teeth together and regretted killing Kenny moments ago. He thought he would have more fun tormenting [Y/N] in person rather than Kenny. But, he chose the absolute worst time to do so because [Y/N] wasn't cooperating in her hazy state.

"I'm tired, can you leave now?" [Y/N] yawned loudly and stretched her arms. She had a lot to think about and she already knew a lot more than Bradley wanted her to. Bradley clenched his fists and ripped the drip from [Y/N]'s arm. She didn't notice from the numbness she was already in.

"I'll be back, brat," [Y/N] yawned again and waved goodbye as Bradley stormed out of the hospital room.

Meanwhile, Kenny was yelling at God.

"What do you mean I can't go back down there?!" Kenny gripped the chair's arm rests. He was in Heaven, sitting down on an expensive looking chair seated across God.

"I'm sorry, Kenneth, but your mother isn't done giving birth yet so I can't let you back down to Earth." God said apologetically. Kenny's knuckles turned white as his grip tightened. He bit his lip in thought.