Zero to Hero Kenny x Reader

Side Adventure 1

Your POV

I lean against the wall, amazed at how many new members we have. Captain Diabetes, Super Craig, Wonder Tweek, Doctor Timothy, Fastpass, hell, even Call Girl! As they all gather at the table, I remain at my wall, arms crossed and eyes closed. Coon grumbles in his new seat, which was previously Mysterion's seat. Mysterion sits in Cartman's old seat, the new leader of our group: Freedom Pals. As everyone talks amongst themselves, Mysterion holds some papers in his hand, looking them over and making plans, before ultimately putting them down in front of him. "Alright guys," he speaks, voice still masked and hot as ever, "Let's get this started. Wonder Tweek and Super Craig!" They look towards our fearless leader, "Yeah?" "You two do some research, see if you can find if anything shifty is going on." They both nod and stand up, making their way to the computers. He glances at his paper again, then his gaze falls upon Toolshed and Human Kite. "You two. Take to the west side of town." Once again, like Super Craig and Tweek before them, they nod and get up, running towards their destination. "Alright. Coon, Captain Diabetes and Doctor Timothy: east side of town. And Mosquito?" Mosquito perks up and buzzes, "What is it, Mysterion?" Mysterion sighs, "Stay away from Raisins. You're with Call Girl" Mosquito turns red and looks away, "Yeah, I know . . . " He buzzes and flies out of the room, Call Girl behind him. "Fastpass, go with Moquito and his team. Who knows if they'll need to go fast." "S-s-sure t-t-thing, M-Mysterion! I'll b-be there in a f-f-flas-fl-fl-flash!" He stutters and zooms out. He looks up at me and smirks, "That leaves you, doesn't it?" "It most certainly does," I laugh, "Guess I'm with you?" "I guess you're with me."

Mysterion's POV

We stand on the rooftop, drenched in darkness and silence. The silence is shattered by a distant scream. I jump off the rooftop and she follow. We land safely and track the scream to find a woman pinned against a wall, knife to her throat. She whimpers and her eyes fall upon the two of us, weapons drawn for a fight. "H-help me!" She screams, alerting her predator to our presence. He grabs her and yanks her back, knife still to her throat. "Fuck off, you damn kids! Leave now, or I'll carve this bitch's tongue out and feed it to you before cutting your throats!" I look to (Name) and whisper loud enough so the creep can hear. "M-m-maybe he's right dude . . . we're only kids, how are we supposed to beat him?" She nods and whimpers, "Y-y-yeah, let's get out of here!" I exclaim, trying to stop from bursting out laughing. We turn around and start walking, the woman pleading for us to save her. "That's right, you fucking brats . . . " As (Name)'s knife lands in his thigh, he falls to his knees and screeches in pain. "Who's screamin' now?" (Name) laughs and pulls out her knife, causing Mr. Creep to shriek louder. The woman falls to her knees and (Name) walks to her to comfort her. Meanwhile, I pull out some rope and tie Sir Creeps-a-lot up. "Don't think you'd be able to get away, but just in case."

Sirens envelop around the small, dark alley, and police officers come with them. One of them points to the rooftop. "L-l-look! It's Mysterion and Midnight!" I grab (Name) and pull her out of sight: and on top of me. I hold her tightly and grin as she struggles. "I love how we can go from saving someone from being murdered to this," I laugh, quickly pressing my lips to hers. She tastes sweet, like cotton candy, making me want to taste her more. However, my hand squeezing her ass warrants a slap in the face from her as she gets up and walks off, leaving me rubbing my face and lonely.

Your POV

As I storm off, my phone goes off, a text from an unknown person. I open up the text and read it silently.

Midnight. I know you're reading this text right now. I know everything about you: who you are, what you are, everything. If you don't want this revealed to the public, you'll meet me at the U-Stor-It at exactly ten o'clock. Be there or be revealed.

Sincerely

Mitch Connor

I fall back against a wall, confused. Who the hell is Mitch Connor and how does he know about me? I send a text to Toolshed and Human Kite. I was going to want back-up on this one.