Ken

craig had come home from school that day to find kenny where he’d left him that morning— laid in bed, sick and in pain. he felt bad that he hadn’t stayed with the blond, but craig had grown up, surprisingly, to be a model student and he hated missing out on classes. so when he got home he went straight upstairs to his boyfriend rather than the usual afterschool idle chat with his mother and sat beside him on the bed. “i’m back.” craig stated the obvious, rather bluntly. that was him. “you okay? do you want me to open the blinds?” 

Broccoli hoe 

it had been a week now since craig’s breakup with tweek, and he was feeling quite distraught. thankfully the town had long gotten over their relationship, so it didn’t rock south park too much, but it had certainly rocked craig, considering he’d spent every day with tweek since fourth grade. what made it worse was that tweek was a part of his friend group, so he didn’t even want to go to clyde for comfort, despite being his best friend. a lesson craig had had to learn the hard way was that you shouldn’t date your friends. 
          laying motionless in bed, craig soon found himself calling kenny’s number. they’d always been close after all, and craig would think of him as a best friend, but it was never the same type of relationship that he had with clyde. it was something else that he never really thought to think through. either way, he certainly didn’t want to badger the man at such an hour, he just didn’t want to be left with his thoughts and his dark, silent room right now. 

craig was just finishing up helping a few of the girls in his class put away the equipment after gym, when he again noticed someone who’d caught his eye numerous times throughout the period— kendra. usually it wouldn’t be such a quality of interest to craig, but he knew that she was also trans and this only intrigued him more. craig was with the girls due to his still very female stature, and he was assuming that kendra had been put in here because she passed too well to be with the boys now, if only. craig had seen her mumbling around and coughing. after he was done putting things away with the girls, he walked over to where she was gathering her things in the corner. “hi..” the peruvian started softly. he actually looked shy, not used to outwardly trying to make friends like this. he was quite reserved on his own. “are you okay? you seem sick.” 

I'm fucking sick and it's yalls fault 

as craig was walking to school that morning, his mind was completely reeling. after witnessing what he had witnessed the day prior, how was he supposed to go on like normal? the worst part about it was that whoever he told, nobody seemed to care. his parents didn’t bat an eyelid, despite loving kenny. tricia didn’t care. clyde didn’t care. not even kenny’s friends cared.
          kenny was dead. craig was sure of that. and it was so strange— the day prior was just such a normal day. all they were doing was walking home from school. craig still remembered how the bus came out of nowhere. the splintering crack of kenny’s bones. last night, craig was still wiping kenny’s blood from his face and washing it from his clothes. he couldn’t bring himself to look at those clothes anymore. 
          due to this apparent lack of care from everyone around him, the peruvian was forced to show up to school the next day as if nothing had happened. he knew he probably looked awful, having not slept the night before at all. this was a far cry from his usual well-groomed look, but he wasn’t thinking about himself right now. he felt as though he was on autopilot as he walked over to his locker. 

during recess one afternoon craig made the unusual decision to separate from his friends to dart over the snow-capped playground towards kenny’s group. he grabbed the blond’s parka sleeve, tugging it urgently for his attention. “kenny, kenny! i have something to show you!” he insisted suddenly. he notoriously did not like kenny’s friends, but he and kenny had always gotten along, sometimes even more than craig did with his best friend clyde. kenny knew craig intimately enough that the peruvian was excited to reveal to kenny what he had in his pocket— secretly. 

are you an angel with a shotgun shotgun shotgun

frozen uncrustable

What yall gonna do when ya boy dies