"Do I Know You?" [K2]

Chapter 14 | How To Be A Liar

Kenny/Mysterion's POV

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I was literally on the edge, not of glory, of course. I was on the edge of the Broflovski's house, balancing on the small ledge on the side of the house. I shouldn't be scared right now, since I've jumped from this height many time before, usually only ending up with a few scratches on impact.

Now was not the time to be fooling around or get hurt, however. Instead I have to plan this carefully, taking extra precautions to make sure I don't accidentally fall off. I didn't want to be seen by anyone, much less heard because then they'll see from that.

As I inched my way off, being careful not to slip, I felt it get easier with each step and kept going until it felt like I was just waking like I normally would, each step a step towards me getting off the ledge faster-

"Hey, Mysterion!" A voice said, a familiar one I hated to hear, especially if it's planning on pulling another stupid plan and trying to make it succeed when it (most likely) won't. I jumped slightly, almost losing my balance. Looking up towards the roof, I saw The Coon, undeniably staring down at me with one of his so-called innocent smiles, him trying to look... dare I even say the word... cute(?) in some form?

"What do you want Cartman? I'm kinda busy at the moment?" I muttered, rolling my eyes, "Shouldn't you be... I don't know... making a plan on how you're going to expose me or something? Or maybe you realized how you're not going to succeed with it if I'm going to be there." He reached down and tried pushing me to try and get me to fall off, but he still was pretty far up, so he couldn't reach me even if he tried.

"Nah, already thought of that, and I even took about seven online quizzes and did one online consultation to make sure I wouldn't fail!" He exclaimed, taking out his phone and showing me all the results, all of the somehow being positive, "See? They all said I would succeed! Online quizzes don't lie, you know... Kenny?" I flinched at the use of my name, knowing he was up to one of his bullshit plans once again...

But I only laughed, replying by telling him that those were all fake and that I made all of them, and even verified it by saying I was telling the truth (Read: I lied to that fucker). I kept talking to him, lie after lie, even saying I was the person that he talked to for the online consultation (which was done using only messages, no voice [luckily]), and he sucked it all up like I expected. He had this look of amazement in his eyes as I kept inching away from him, making sure I didn't move too fast or too slow.

"So, if you know so much, recite my whole entire plan, Mysterion," He commanded, leaning towards me. I'm surprised the data's hasn't fallen off the roof yet from how close he was to slipping. I mean, I could also wonder how the roof hasn't broken under his weight, but I was running short on time, plus I was close to the edge of the ledge, the risk of me falling getting higher with every passing second. I inhaled sharply before taking one last step back, the back foot barely on the ledge.

"I would, but I got a dance to be at, since I'm the special guest there. I don't want to be late, now do I?" I smirked, taking The Coon's collar and yanking it down, said person finally slipping off the roof and down into one of the bushes below, landing with a giant thump on the ground. I snickered to myself, jumping down to the patio below (which took off a few feet from jumping straight to the ground, minimizing damage), then running onto the grass, my cape rustling in the slight wind.

I heard The Coon struggling to get out of the bush, his mask, cape, and costume probably being entangled between the leaves and branches. It wouldn't take him that much longer to get out, but considering him, I had a good amount of time to get away. I didn't forget the amount of time I had to get to my shithole of a house though, realizing that Kyle and Stan were both probably halfway there already. So I stopped standing heroically on the sidewalk and started running like a police dog was chasing me, and let me tell you right now, those things are fast as fuck. Trust me.

I went to my house using the back roads and the woods, occasionally tripping over myself from the speed I was going at. The sight of my house getting closer, the sounds of everyone yelling getting louder until they stopped completely, the moment I jumped into my room once I unlocked my window was when I heard two bodies collapse in the living room. My parents were out cold, which meant I would have an easier time actually being able to leave without a black eye or anything. Also, judging by the fact there was yelling, I guess Kevin took Karen out of the house, or maybe she left by herself.

I threw my Mysterion clothes into my closet and I ran over to my bed, putting on the clothes I set out earlier on. It was a white shirt with a light black jacket, something I found rummaging through Kevin's old clothes one day. Sure, it was torn and it had a few noticeable patches on it, but it still looked nice fit the occasion. For the pants, I just put on a pair of ripped jeans I would normally wear for someone's wedding or some fancy party my parents would make me go to if I didn't have anything nicer to wear.

A knock came from the front door as I glanced at a small box sticking out from under my bed, the shiny finish glinting in the light. My mind had a heated debate as I yelled to the duo outside that I was coming. Before opening the box, I hesitantly asked myself a question I thought I would never ask myself:

Do I really want to let them forget?

I ripped open the box, looking at the small handgun inside. A serious look spread across my face as I lifted my pant leg up, wrapping a plastic holder around my leg... you know... just in case.

Once that was all set, I opened the door to my room, quietly made my way to the front door, and hesitantly opened it, the smiling faces of Stan and Kyle before me. A fake smile covered my worried look as i ignored the thoughts of how the events from the dance tonight could change everything, even if it was from one minor fault in what someone says or does.

"Alright, you two? Ready to have some fun?"

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