Mystie ( A South Park Bunny Fanfic ) COMPLETED

Chapter 11

Butters POV:

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"Butters!? C'mon quit-- --- Get up!... ---ters? You h---- to ----. H- ---- ---." Words evanesces and revives back into my hearing repeatedly.

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The dim light is easily recognisable. Even if I could only seen certain chunks of the room.

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I'm in the nurses' office.

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Cartman must've beat my ass.

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I remember the last look on his face.

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Despite speaking cruel remarks, you can tell he was threatened.

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I was why he was threatened. I scared Eric Cartman.

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That's worth all the ass-beatings in the world.

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Whilst in heavy thought, I failed to take notice of the sobs of my observers. A gentle pressure was let into my chest as a wet feeling came into contact with my chest.

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"Butters. You damn idiot... if you hear me - ---- ---. Don't do this. Not now. Not ever." Kenny? Kenny McCormick. He's crying. I can hear it. Is he ok? Oh Jeez if he's crying... Tweek. I must've scared him do death.

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"H-Hey? Who planned the funeral? I'm not dead... yet." I rasped. Silence. The loudest thing I could hear was that beep. With delayed reactions, a pair of arms wrapped around my neck.

" God d- dammit. Yo-You're... I-I-I-I th-th- th- thought." The orange hoodie-wearing boy spluttered intelligibly.

" Kenny? What even happened? I c-can't remem-" My sentence finshed itself in violent coughs.

" When Cartman was grabbing at your arms, he had razors in his hand. You passed put from blood loss. I slammed his head on the table repeatedly and.... he's i-i-in a c-c-c-c-c-coma." The hoodied boy sniffed.

Razors? He's not joking when he said he wanted me dead. I shouldn't make jokes, Kenny seems really torn up about this. After a small while of him uncontrollably weeping on my chest, I soothe his velvety, golden blonde hair. It's so smooth and soft, it's amazing.

" I'm sorry I shouldn't be here. You need space, I'll leave." He dried the residue of his tears off and lifted himself up.

" No stay. I need someone right now. I don't wanna be alone again." I say subconsciously whislt pulling him back to me.

" Thank you." He had no problems with instantly curling back up on my chest and playing with my shirt.

" Where's Tweek and Craig? Or anybody else?" I breathed.

" Tweek said if I wanted to I could look after you until you wake up and visit you at home to make  sure you're ok." Kenny explained in one breath. I peered around. The room was empty besides us two. I turn back to Kenny and ask him about the nurse.

" Ran out bandages." Kenny pointed to the unfinished bandage wrappings on either arm. I nodded and let him falk asleep on me.

...

The nurse burst in, apologising for being late, and asked me to sit up so she could finish the wrappings. I reluctantly did so, removing Kenny from my lap. It was nice to have someone relying on me to keep them comfortable. This side is Kenny was gentle. Breakable like me. He needs people. Never thought that'd happen.

Anyway, he falls back asleep on my shoulder and once he wakes up, we're done.

" Hey, um time to head back. It's done." I whispered and displayed him my bandaged arms. Groggily, he nodded and there were 5 minutes till the next of the day so we hung out in the front field.

" Hmm... you think think Fatboy will be ok?" Kenny tossed his words into the silence.

" Why would I care for all I care he could suck on a truck." I huffed spitefully and kicked the base of a snow man in futile attempts to knock it down.

" Well snow is nice, isn't it? " Kenny knelt down, scooping up a ball in his hand. Sudden his eyes lit up and he evily smirked at me.

" You don't think you're a little to tired to play a little game?" Kenny glanced at me with a forming snowball in his hand.

" Oh don't you dare, Mc-" A freezing deathball was tossed at my face causing me to tumble clumsily onto the even colder ground. Hissing and wiping off snow from my back, I pounced onto the chuckling boy.

" I'll show you a 'little game', Kenny." My voice matched his playful one as I shovelled handfuls of snow and grit down his parka. He was only wearing a vest underneath. Wasn't that hard to reach bare skin.

He was squirming and giggling so much.

That face again. He's... He's...HE'S PUTTING HIS HANDS UP MY SHIRT WITH SNOW!

" H-Hey! Sto-Stop it!" I half wined half laughed with cheeks getting hotter and redder than...a rose //such poeticness\\.

Kenny POV:

" It's not meant to be ticklish. Oh well this is still as cute." Before I could take back that last part it was out. Thankfully, Butters was too busy being cute to notice I commented on it.

Seriously, have you seen him? The way his smile is so light and pure. How his dimples appear then dip back into his cheeks. His soft, gentle-

" Kenny? Why are you r-rubbing my chest? There's no more snow in your hands why-"

" ARGH! Ah! Sorry, dude. I was thinking about... some cute girl! Massive boobs." Panicking, I jolted my arms from his shirt and shoved them in my pockets.

" Right..." Butters was either skeptical or disappointed and either one was shitty.

" Well how would you like to come with me to the park later? We can carry on the -heh- fight. The bell's gonna ring soon. I don't wanna  embarass you." Butters kicked some snow at me and giggled.

" Awe. Butters you wouldn-"

*Bell bitch*

Fuck you bell. Seriously. Fuck you.

I internally cursed out the bell and sighed as groups of loud ass teens came running out. There wasn't a single word audible between us. All I could do was nod. That was enough to light stars in his face. We waved goodbye and I continue to second guess everything that's just happened.

Does he even remember what happened the night before?

// Ow I've got a finger crap help. Really though I enjoyed writing this chapter alot. Hope you enjoy reading it as much. Bai :3\\