Hey guys just to let you know this was going to be a little bit more risky and Bloody if you don't like that kind of thing I understand you don't have to read this
Kenny POV
So right now I'm outside of Stan's house glaring at him through the window.I see him talking to his girlfriend. He hurt my Butters feelings, now he must pay for it. I see him in his room, he has a picture of Kyle and he begins to kiss it."What a weirdo" I think to myself. I quickly pull up my camera and take a few pictures. Now it's time to make my move. I see him leaving his room. "Now is my chance." I sneak my way in through the window and go under his bed. He walks back into his room, I hear his bed creak as he lies down to sleep. An hour passes before he is fast asleep, snoring gently but loud enough that I can tell he is far passed out. I take my pocket knife out of my pocket, the moonlight glimmering on it's stainless steel blade. I move my knife towards his exposed pale neck, my eyes focused on the exposed blue vein on the side of his neck, I begin to cut. His eyes widen and he starts coughing up blood, my knife digging deeper as I drag my blade across his throat. Finally, he stops struggling. Not a muscle in his body is moving. I crawl out the window covered in blood from my waist up. I can finally see my precious boy without having to worry about that low life asshole. I climb up the tree and see him at his desk writing and I begin to myself. "He's so cute, I could never imagine my life without him. I just want to go in there and give him a kiss... But I know I can't. I'm covered head to toe in Stan's blood." My eyes widen as I see him walk to his closet and he begins changing for bed. I start touching myself at the sight. He's so fucking cute. He puts on a pair of Hello Kitty pyjamas, some booty shorts, and a tank top and crawls in the bed to sleep. I waited for half an hour just looking at him doing up my pants. Once I know he's asleep I crawl into his room. I take off my bloodied coat. crawling to bed with him making sure not to get any blood on him. I cuddled up with him for about two hours, being sure not to wake him up, he was always a heavy sleeper. the room and go home. I walk home to see my mom and dad fighting. The idiots don't even notice that I'm covered in blood .I go to the bathroom and I place my coat in a bath full of water to get out the stained blood on my bright orange jacket. An hour passes and I head to my room. Stripping down to my boxers and sleeping on the bare mattress that is lying in the centre of my room. "Tonight was fun." I whisper to myself.
