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South Park Oneshot. Lol KENNYYY

(DEDICATED TO MY FRIEND!!
Oneshotting about Kenny.
P.S. Triggering Language, it's based off the show. Sorry If I offend you)

Time pass.
Lives last.
Hearts broken.
Memories fading.
But for Kenny?

Kenny has died. Every day. And coming back, healthy and ready.

He doesn't know why he keeps living. Even after all his gruesome deaths, Kenny lives again. None of his friends find it weird.

They just bully him because he's poor. Kenny grew accustom to these insults.

———
"Hey guys look! Kenny's so poor, that he only has a baloney sandwich and a glass of water!" Cartman pointed at his friend. Mocking him.

Kenny scoffed behind his hoody. He didn't understand why that simple comment from the asshole made him feel so bad about himself.

Cartman is fat himself, why should he feel so bad about being called out by a fat bastard? None the less, he turned away only to be called out again.

"That's not even fucking real baloney!" Cartman shouted, laughing like a pig. Attracting everyone's attention.

"Oh shut up you fat Bastard!" Kyle shouted, his green hat shuffling as he turned to move his head to face Cartman.

"Oh shut up you Jew!" Cartman shouted back, his round belly going up and down as he glares at Kyle.

"Ok ok, break it up you two." Craig tells the two, slapping them both in the faces.

Cartman and Kyle backed down, exchanging death glares to one another. Kenny sighed.

———
Karen, Kenny's younger sister lay on her bed crying. She had just been beaten by their alcoholic dad.

Kenny loved his sister. He didn't like how whenever she cried the whole world would dilute.

He came over and hugged the girl. Karen sobbing into his shoulder. Kenny began to stroke her hair. Shortly after, she fell into slumber.

"Good night." Kenny said, his hoody muffling his speech.

———
The school bell rang. It's time for lunch, all of the boys huddled up on their usual table. Cartman making his usual remarks to Kenny.

Kyle and Butter looked at each other. And the rest of them just ate. Not intervening in a chance to make a comment.

And just like that, the ceiling above Kenny collapses. Kenny, seemingly knowing where this is going, didn't move.

Therefore, he got crushed under the weight. All the boys shrugged it off.

"He'll be back tomorrow." Remarked Kyle, continuing to eat, whatever was left on his plate.

The other boys nodded, not taken aback by their friend's death.

———-
Kenny did not return.
Kenny did not live.
Kenny did not rise back.

No one cared. Who would? He's a pathetic, poor kid.