South Park Smut And Such

kenny x Kyle: Mourning You

"Jesus dude, it looks like someone died in it! What the fuck." I sigh, unable to contain my laughter. It isn't happy laughter, more ironic. "Do you have mine?" He shakes his head, "I don't think so." I tilt my head. Odd. "Can we look for it? I don't know why, but I feel like it's here." He shrugs, letting me in.

We search the house from top to bottom; but nothing. "Oh! What about your closet?" I pull the closet door open, and a box tumbles out. Kyle is in the bathroom, unaware. It has the word "Important" scribbled across the top in Kyle's handwriting. I decided to snoop and open it. My parka is folded neatly, along with countless notes and Polaroid pictures.

Upon closer inspection, each picture is one of my corpses. I gasp, averting my eyes. They're very grotesque. In one, I'm torn into shreds. My guts are strawn put around me in ropes. Blood I'd everywhere. The words "I love you" are written at the bottom. Is he...trying to remember? I look through more of the pictures. The next one I find is from when I drowned. My skin is swollen like a balloon, and pale blue.

It's gross. The same writing is on it from the previous one, "I love you". The next one, I had shot myself. My brain was leaking out of the side of my head, blood painted my wall. There are no words on this one. The next, mauled by a bear. Deep cuts and gashes all over my body. My intestines leaking out. No words.

Another. I ingested rat poison after being brutally beaten. I don't remember this one myself. My eyes are bulged, and I'm foaming at the mouth. "Don't cry, you won't remember". My heart pangs in my chest. I remember it now. Another still. There are no remains this time. I had exploded because somehow I had eaten a bomb of sorts. All that's there are bits of skin, guts, and organs. And tons of blood. I even spot a discarded eyeball.

"W-what...Kenny? What the fuck is that!?" I jump, throwing the pictures to the ground. He's very pale and looks like he's going to vomit. I decided that I should explain. I open my mouth to speak, but suddenly there is a gunshot. I bullet flies, and I shove him to the ground. It goes through my head. No, I love you, this time.

I'm back in space again and groan. Once I wake, I go to Kyle's house. The box is put away again, and there is a new picture. There's also a stain from my blood on the carpet, and his window is still broken. "Oh, he Kenny. What are you doing?" "Listen to me very carefully." He tilts his head. "I've died. A lot."

He chuckles, "Sure you have, dude." I thrust the box in his direction and this time he does vomit. I look away, taking one of the notes from the box. I unfold it, and begin to read it: Dear Kyle, well, me. If you found this, something weird is going on. Kenny has died. Over and over and over. I don't know what it means, why it happens, or why it's possible. But he always comes back.

He likes us back, dude. Please try to remember. Don't forget. This isn't a prank or a setup. This is real.

I read the next one: Kenny is dead. We were just talking, and all of a sudden, he started choking on his food. I...I couldn't save him. I was too scared. He's gone...I'll never see him again. I'll never get to tell him how I feel. How much he means to me. How often I dream of Jim kissing me. This is going to kill me. I'm going to kill myself. I can't live without him.

There's blood Stan's on the paper, and my eyes widen. I grab his wrists, finding exactly what I was looking for. He has scars. Tons of horizontal marks, cross right over his veins. He had tried to take his life the first time I had died around him. He seems confused and looks at them himself. "Where the hell did those come from?"