:D Kenny and Kyle cheer me up when I have the stomach flu!

I totally didn't die, but I was failing Algebra so instead of devoting my time to write about hot guys making out, I was learning why X – Y + Z – JKY = 4.

So here's some K2! Inspired by this picture drawn by AzngirlH of Deviant Art. .com/art/Silly-Kyle-143680166

She's freaking awesome :D

Also Stan's being a pussy!

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SILLY KYLE

Kenny always died, every other day. Everyone knew he'd be back tomorrow, so they'd just pass by his rotting carcass without even a second glance. It always bothered Kyle, just a tiny bit, every time Kenny died, because he knew one day, one day, he might not come back. Usually Kyle would sit and wait by Kenny's body until the blonde boy woke up, relived by the life in his vibrant blue eyes.

But then Kenny was killed, he didn't just die by a tree hitting him, he was murdered. By who else, but Cartman. The fat bastard had shot him twice in the chest, screaming something about whores. Kyle had sat there in disbelief, watching Kenny bleed to death. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Kyle had screamed at the obese 16 year old, which pissed him off.

The fatass turned and shot the gun one more time, nailing Kyle right in the forehead. And Kyle was too upset to care. He woke up in a place that was very soft and white. He couldn't remember why he was there, or how he got there. He didn't even know where he was. He heard a familiar voice, talking anxiously. The redhead turned to see Kenny talking to, God. That's right, God.

"I'm in heaven?" Kyle asked himself incredulously. Kenny whipped his head around and almost cried in relief. He ran to Kyle and hugged him tightly. Kyle was speechless. "Why am I here Kenny?" he asked his favorite blonde friend.

MEAWHILE

"Jesus Christ!" Stan screamed when he saw to lifeless bodies in the snow. He ran toward them, sobbing when he saw a tuft of familiar red hair. "Kyle?! KYLE!" he screamed, tugging at his Super Best Friends orange sweater, which was soaked in blood. Stan sobbed, covering his eyes with blood soaked hands.

"Kyle." Stan said over and over, arching over the Jew's body. He didn't give a second thought about Kenny, who was lying next to Kyle. Kenny could come back, but not Kyle.

"Oh boo hoo, poor Kahl," said a familiar fat voice. Stan froze mid-sob, turning slowly to glare daggers at his so-called 'friend'. The fatty smirk, and put on a mock sad face. "Oh no," he rasped, "Who coulda done this?" Tears poured out of his eyes as Stan stood up, unable to speak.

"You," he whispered, shaking in rage, "You fat herpes infected pus filled stretched out asshole!" Stan yelled getting louder with each syllable. Cartman raised his hands up and chuckled. Many ways of how to slowly murder the fat boy flashed through Stan's head.

Suddenly a light shown down on the ground. Both Stan and Cartman looked up in wonder, as an angel clad in orange slowly brought down everyone's favorite Jew, Kyle Brofolovski. Stan gasped and Cartman mumbled under his breath. Kenny set the red head down and smiled.

"Kyle followed me to heaven, so I'm returning him." Kenny said, and flew back up. Cartman yelled in protest.

"Dammit Jew, I killed yew once I'll do it again!" the overweight boy said angrily, raising his gun again. And with that, he was struck by lightning.

Kyle smirked sarcastically and the chunky male. "Oh my god, they killed Cartman," Stan choked out, trying not to laugh.

"Thank God," Kyle said, following Stan away. Before they left, Kyle looked back at Kenny's body and whispered, "See you tomorrow."

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I took great pleasure in finding various ways to call Cartman fat.

It was also enjoyable killing him.

:D But still.

Review? And if you like Cartman, tell me, so I can laugh.

Just kidding I like Cartman too. :P

PS. I do not own South Park.