Still Sunday. This really was turning out to be the longest day of the week.
At least now you were back in your dorm. You lay face down in a pillow on your bed, ignoring any and all text messages you were getting. Worn out and exhausted, all you wanted to do was sleep. You refused to let anything stop you from this goal, and anyone who tried to would get their eyes clawed out.
Knock knock.
"If you value your eyeballs, leave." You called without lifting your face from the pillow. It probably came out as muffled as Kenny would when he used to wear that parka.
Whoever was at the door didn't take your warning seriously, apparently, because they knocked again. Hissing, you lifted your head to see them slide something under your door. Well that wasn't sketchy AF. You pushed yourself off the bed and walked over, picking up a paper with an address on it, and a set of keys.
Yeah no, this was totally normal.
"Fuck off!" You scowled at the door, not even sure the weirdo was still on the other side. "I JUST got back from my best friend's funeral! I'm tired, and I'm not going to do...whatever the fuck this is!"
You put the address into your phones GPS. It was for a house on the other side of town.
God dammit.
You threw on some black cargo pants, a black Tales from The Gas station t-shirt, and some flip flops before stuff some pepper spray and a taser into your pockets. You headed for the door, paused, and pulled a large Mountain Dew out of your mini fridge before heading out, cat headphones on.
Why the fuck was South Park so weird?
Better question, why the fuck were you even doing this?
Because South Park has a weird affect on you, that's why. You left campus and started the long, probably 20 minute walk through town, your headphones lighting up with your music and one of your hands in your pocket, tightly clutching the bright pink pepper spray.
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Still Sunday. This really was turning out to be the longest day of the week.
At least now you were back in your dorm. You lay face down in a pillow on your bed, ignoring any and all text messages you were getting. Worn out and exhausted, all you wanted to do was sleep. You refused to let anything stop you from this goal, and anyone who tried to would get their eyes clawed out.
Knock knock.
"If you value your eyeballs, leave." You called without lifting your face from the pillow. It probably came out as muffled as Kenny would when he used to wear that parka.
Whoever was at the door didn't take your warning seriously, apparently, because they knocked again. Hissing, you lifted your head to see them slide something under your door. Well that wasn't sketchy AF. You pushed yourself off the bed and walked over, picking up a paper with an address on it, and a set of keys.
Yeah no, this was totally normal.
"Fuck off!" You scowled at the door, not even sure the weirdo was still on the other side. "I JUST got back from my best friend's funeral! I'm tired, and I'm not going to do...whatever the fuck this is!"
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The people that you must remember (Kenny x Reader) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionDespite the inability to recall most of your childhood, it's never been a secret. You know a majority of what happened, through second hand accounts from your grandparents. This fact has never really bothered you, until now. A freak fire burns down...
