Sirenwriter69
Puberty had hit 14-year-old Kenny McCormic like a Semi-truck. Well, he wishes it was an actual semi-truck that hit him; it would've been far better than this. At least that wouldn't have affected him in the morning- turns out being Cthulhu's ritual child wasn't good during High School, and killing himself hadn't made it go away either.
Butters Stotch, ever the caring guy, had worried about Kenny. He had noticed changes in his friend. or whatever he was.
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