𝙈𝙔 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏; south park ☆

𝙈𝙔 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏; plan pals

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"LET GET RID OF THIS MOTHERFUCKER."

Stan spoke attempting to tie a slip knot into a rope. Kyle by his side, watching his movements cautiously.

"You fucking dumbass, that's a backwards not! Not a slip knot!"
Kyle scolded, growling as frustration took over and he put the rope into his own hands. Tying the knot himself.

"I'm sorry I'm not a master in the art of knots."
Stan sighed, leaning his head into his hand as he watched Kyle do the majority of the rope himself, then, they planted the rope by the door, hooked onto a contraption where when the end of the rope is pulled; the slip knot will lift up.

"Perfect, this has to take him out for sure."

Stan grinned wickedly, eyeing the trap in awe.

Kyle stood back, his arms crossed is suspicion, he raised an eyebrow, looking at Stan.
"Do you wanna explain how exactly this is gonna work?"

Stan rolled his eyes and gestured towards the contraption.
"Easy, look— the dumbass is gonna walk through here. And as he does, his head is gonna get caught in the thing and all we have to do is lift it up together!"

"I feel completely right for doubting you!"
Kyle shook his head, glaring at Stan in annoyance.

"You clearly haven't thought this through! The thing attached to the wall and rope isn't gonna be strong enough? And don't you think his eyesight is well enough to clearly see a rope in front of his face?"

Stan thought for a moment, thinking it over.

"Exactly!"
Kyle reached a hand over— ripping the rope off of the attached piece where it hung.

"We need to try something a little more discreet. Unless Kenny is suicidal."

Kyle sighed and went over to sit on the couch, trying to brainstorm, Stan walked after him. Laying down and spreading on the couch.

"What could possibly work? A stabbing would be too messy. Both of us aren't strong enough to strangle him..."

Kyle leaned his head into his hand, trying to brainstorm while Stan stared at the ceiling absentmindedly.

Kyle furrowed his eyebrows and glanced to the side where the television was playing. Some kind of movie was on and a character was seen, burying something.

A light bulb went off, and Kyle grinned.

"Hey Stan?"

"Yeah dude?"

"I think I have a way we can get rid of Kenny."

"What's the plan again?"
Stan questioned, watching Kyle playing mechanic and try to fix his car to start up. It had broke down causing Kyle to walk everywhere. It wasn't too much of a burden since the town was so small— but it was pain not having much freedom to explore outside of town.

"I've told you this a million times."

"Sorry man I keep forgetting."

Stan leaned on the car, watching Kyle slide out to glare at him.

"I said .... We sneak kenny out, telling him there's a party or whatever and Clyde or Tolkien wants a sleep over, obviously Kenny is gonna grab his things and pack what's most important. We drive him  some drugs and take him out into the forest and just take him out there."

The black haired teenager scratched his head.

"You can over dose on drugs?"
Questioned the boy, his hand absentmindedly tracing the cracked paint of the car.

Kyle grinned under the car, scratching his nose and causing oil to smear.

"Of course, that dumbass won't even think of it as over dosing. If anything— he's gonna think we're spoiling him!"

Stan didn't say anything, nor smiled at the cherry tone of voice in Kyle's words. The moment of silence caused the ginger to slide out of the car again. Upset.

"What?! Don't tell me you're gonna start feeling bad; are you in this or not? Cause I don't fucking need you to complete this plan or think for me!"

didn't need him? Didn't need him! Kyle was Stan's for Christ sake, if he didn't need him what was the whole point of keeping him then?

Stan furrows his own angry eyebrows and leaned further in the car. As if trying to glare down and intimidate Kyle, which wasn't causing him to back down.

"I said I would do it! stop fucking bitching!"

Stan groaned.
"You're too fucking into this Kyle. I'm your boyfriend! I'm the one you should be killing over!"

Kyle slid out completely and sat up.

"But you're fucking not. And you never will be."

The words were used above Stan's head, like a dagger Kyle was teasingly gesturing towards his chest. The last sentence was the stabbing and Stan felt his heart clench and his eyes watered. As if he was having a piercing. But the piercing was in his heart— and much deeper.

Taking a step back from the crazed ginger, Stan glared down at Kyle.

"What are talking about?"

"You heard me."
Kyle shot back with determination, his own frustration of not having what he wanted was starting to boil and stain.

"Look— I thought helping you get rid of Kenny and givingyou Y/N would be like— I don't know! For us! For making us happily and have a new addition in OUR relationship! But you're making this all about yourself!"

Stan couldn't help but hiccup, his own sadness taking over and his own need for Y/N starting to increase, Kyle only wanted Y/N now. The reminder that Y/N existed and was now back in South Paek was almost like a flame ignited and Kyle forgot all about Stan like a washed up whale at sea and focused on Y/N as if they were the most precious thing around, Kyle was greedy. But despite Stan's horrible addictions. He was not.

"What about us Kyle?"
Stan begged for an answer, a reason. Or maybe even just a reassurance that Kyle still wanted him. And still wanted him for him. He hoped with all his heart that Kyle would suddenly stop and think. And forgot all about this silly plan.

But Kyle stayed still, he sat as still and as cold as a block of un-melting ice. His gaze frozen and even still he had the fire of determination and greed on his features. Stan studied Kyle's expression like how he always studied his expression whenever they had these fights. But this one was different, this type of studying wasn't going to work. Because he already knew the answer.

Stan's mouth turned into a grimace.
"So. This is it then? You're really going to abandon all of this?! IM DOING THIS FOR US KYLE! YOU AND Y/N!! we need to be complete! You and Y/N need me! Like how the body needs a brain and a soul.. but you just want them all to yourself!"

Stan cried. Getting on his knees infront of Kyle's sat body, who watched. Unfazed.

"Get out of my house Stan."

Stan's heart shattered. And all he knew by that point was all he felt distraught. Distraught at the fact Kyle gave everything up so easily, and just for someone that Kyle believed he could easily have. Stan was going to prove him wrong.

Stan's expression hardened.

"You're gonna pay for this..."
He uttered. Kyle furrowed eyebrows.

"Do your plan by yourself then."

Stan stood up.

"You can kill however you want for Y/N. Try. And watch how badly you fail. You could be the smartass of the town and STILL can't choose your brain over your heart."

Stan then walked over, Kyle watched after him, scoffing.

"Emo ass."

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