AN:Ok, so I was listening to Been To Hell by Hollywood Undead, and I thought of Kenny (I've been extremely obsessed lately :D ) and I decided to do this little...story thing. I hope it doesn't turn out too awful! If there's ANY way I can make this better, feel free to tell me! First story here, advice will be appreciated :)

Allllsooo want to apologize in advance if I use the characters names too much, I just don't want it to be all confusing with he he him him his his.

*Been to hell!*
I can show you the devil!
*Down you fell*
Can't hold yourself together
*Soul to sell*
Down here you live forever
Welcome to a world where dreams become nightmares!

"Kahl, how does it feel to know that you killed Jesus?"

Cartman, Kenny, Kyle, and Stan were walking down the sidewalk on their way to the school bus stop. It was their first day of school for the seniors.

"Shut the fuck up, fatass!" Kyle retorted.

"AY! I'm not fat, I'm big-boned!" Cartman yelled. "At least I'm not a fucking Jew!"

"At least I can see my toes!" Kyle yelled back. Stan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Kenny smirked in amusement, looking between the two.

"I am inferior to you! You don't have the right to speak to me! I will fucking gas you! Fucking Jew." Cartman stopped, glaring at the redhead, his brown eyes filled with annoyance and anger. Kyle glared back, his emerald eyes piercing, stopping as well. Kenny and Stan, rolling his blue eyes, took a step back away from the two as the banter went back and forth. Kyle lunged for fatboy and knocked him on his ass.

"Ok guys, I think that's enough," Stan said, clearing his throat, flipping his black hair out of his eyes. The two didn't happen to hear him as Cartman ended up choking Kyle.

Kenny decided to break it up himself when Kyle's face started turning blue. He tried pulling Kyle out of Cartman's grip. Stan pried off the chubby hands as Kenny helped Kyle stand.

"Thanks, Kenny," Kyle said, looking up to find Kenny's bright cerulean eyes looking into his. Kyle blushed and Kenny ran his hand through his golden locks.

"DAMMIT KENNEH! WHAT THE FUCK, POH BOY?" Cartman screamed. He pushed the blonde hard, shoving him into the street, just as a truck came speeding down the road, hitting Kenny right on. Dammit! Kenny thought as his blood splattered the street, on his way to Hell for a visit once again.

"Oh my god! You killed Kenny!" Stan yelled pointedly at Cartman.

"You bastard!" Kyle screamed, pushing the fatass in the snow. They all knew he would be back the next day, but that didn't change the fact that this time Kyle was angry at Cartman. It hurt Kyle to see Kenny in pain nearly every day over and over and over. It didn't seem fair.

"What the fuck, Kahl, he'll be back the next day," Cartman said with boredom, continuing his way to the bus stop. Stan agreed and nudged Kyle to follow them. He sighed, trudging through the snow.

Kenny had heard Kyle, with the more than usual concern in his voice. This made him smile to himself. They had gotten pretty close in the last couple of years, what with Stan screwing up his priorities. Kenny had proclaimed his self to be bi a few years back, and was suspecting Kyle to be gay. I don't mind, I have a chance now, Kenny thought, grinning to himself.

He sighed, tortured screams of pain filling the air. Welcome to Hell. Where dreams become nightmares. Practically everyone goes to Hell. Not many people are good, kind, or innocent anymore. Here, you have the pleasure of being haunted by all of your greatest fears for the rest of eternity. The only upside about this place for Kenny is that he never stays long enough to have the pleasure. Kenny started for where Satan's little "throne" is, wanting to talk to him.

"Hey Kenny!" Satan greeted as soon as he saw him. "What brings you here this time?"
"Got hit by a car." He said simply. "I need to talk to you... Why the fuck do I die so fucking much? I'm tired of this shit, I hardly get to do anything or be fucking a teenager, and the pain fucking sucks. Do you know how much pain you can go through when you're dying? A fucking lot," The blonde ranted.

The red skinned devil raised an eyebrow at him. "Why does this bother you now? You used to say it was better than going home all the time."

Kenny sighed, saying, "Dude, I'd rather live through out a full life without having to die nearly every day. I honestly don't fucking care what it takes, just do something about it. I'll give anything. Do anything."

Satan looked down, thinking about it. His eyes brightened as an idea popped into his head. "Anything?"

Kenny instantly felt regret about saying that, but then thought of how nice it would be to stop dying constantly. "...anything," He said quietly, but determined.

The other man grinned a toothy grin down at him. "All right. How about...your soul?" Satan said, seeing if Kenny was serious. "I'll own your soul and keep you out of death's way until you're a pretty decently old age."

Kenny searched his eyes for anything decieving. "Fine."

"You also have to do something for me..." Kenny sighed, his shoulders slumping at those words. "You must sacrifice souls for me in return. Six souls in six weeks. Or six months for you in here, and then back to normal for you."

Kenny's eyes widened, his mouth gaping at the Underworld Lord. "Are you serious? You want me to sacrifice souls?"

"Oh, I'm quite serious." Satan said, picking at his dirtied claw-like fingernails.

Kenny sighed, figuring there had to be something. Is it worth it? He thought about the idea for a minute, running his fingers through his hair. " Do I get some time to think about this? This is kinda huge.."

"Sure!" Satan smiled gently, for Satan, and Kenny found himself in front of the school, hearing the bell go off. He rushed inside with the last of the students making his way to his first class. Math with .

moved up a grade each time with his old fourth-grade class. No one questioned him, it was almost nice to keep something from their childhood. Kenny ran inside the classroom with 's back to the class, writing on the chalkboard. He sat next to Kyle, who was near Stan and Cartman, ignoring their questioning gazes.

"All right class, who can answer the question on the board today?" asked the students, searching for anyone's hand to go up. No one's did. "How about you, Eric?"

"Ehh, false?" Cartman guessed, squiting at the numbers on the board.

"No, Eric, you dumbass. The answer, is 42," replied. "Isn't that right ?"

Kenny droned out the class, thinking about Satan's deal. Holy shit. What the fuck am I going to do? Kenny thought, rubbing his hands over his face. It'd be nice to live...but he didn't think he'd want to damn six souls to hell. That didn't seem quite right.

Kenny was brought back to the classroom when he noticed a note on his desk.

Dude? What's going on? I saw you die, shouldn't you be waiting to come back tomorrow or something? ~Kyle

It's nothing to worry about, stop being fussy. -Ken

I'm not being fussy! It just struck me as weird! So what had you so deep in thought? Are you ok, dude? ~Kyle

Kenny didn't get the chance to write a response before the bell rang. He just shrugged his shoulders at Kyle before walking to his next class. Kenny couldn't concentrate on any of his classes. He was still thinking hard when it came to lunch time. Kenny sat next to Kyle automatically before Stan could.

"What the hell, Kenny?" Stan said, pushing Kenny's shoulder.

"What? It's just a fucking seat, Marsh. Calm the fuck down. Damn.." Kenny snapped before staring down at the table, still mulling things over through his head.

Stan rolled his eyes in annoyance and sat on the other side of the table by Cartman, who was stuffing his face with whatever they were serving today.

"Now you've got sand in your vagina? Jesus, Stan," Cartman mumbled before turning back to his food. Kyle kept looking at Kenny, noticing he was thinking hard again. The red head nudged his foot to grab his attention.

"Hm?" Kenny jerked his head up towards Kyle.

"Dude?" Kyle asked concerningly. Kenny simply shrugged his shoulders and pretended to pay attention to the three. That's all he could do, he couldn't afford school lunch. He decided he wasn't that hungry anyways. Something about damning souls made him lose his appetite.

The rest of the day seemed to go on the same way. He didn't pay attention and Kyle was concerned seeing his friend like this. When the day finally ended, Kyle asked Kenny if he wanted to come over to his house for awhile.

"Sure! Yeah, I mean, yeah, that sounds great!" Kenny said with childish excitement, unable to stop grinning. It'd be good to keep his mind off of other things. Kyle rolled his eyes and chuckled at his friend. The four borded the bus like usual and walked to their houses, Kenny trailing Kyle.

They automatically went upstaris to Kyle's room to play video games once they entered the Broflovski residence. Kyle started the system, grabbing two controllers and joined Kenny on his bed, both leaning against the head board. They were playing some racing game against each other.

"I'm totally going to kick your ass, Kyle," Kenny taunted as he was closing in on Kyle's car.

Kyle pushed Kenny a little, making his car swerve. "No you're not," Kyle replied with a smug smirk on his face that Kenny wanted to kiss.

"Cheater!" Kenny said, shoving Kyle back. Kyle's car swerved, letting Kenny's catch up next to him. Kyle scoffed, pushing the older boy again. The pushing went back and forth until Kenny decided to start tickling Kyle's sides with his fingertips, dropping his consoler to straddle his hips.

Kyle laughed uncontrollably before yelling, "Ok! Ok! Enough!" Kenny grinned wide, leaning his hands against the head board on either side of the vibrant red curls. Kyle smiled back at him, his eyes shining brightly. Kenny leaned in a little closer, glancing from his eyes to his full pink lips.

"Bubbelah! Are you in there?" Came Shelia Broflovski's voice behind Kyle's door along with knocking. Kenny jumped back to the opposite side of the bed while Kyle blushed and sat up.

"Yeah, mom.." Kyle replied, annoyance in his voice.

"Well, alright, dinner will be done at seven, okay?"

"Yes, mom.." Kenny chuckled at Kyle's rude behavior, listening to the fading foot steps. "Looks like you lost, Kenny," Kyle told him, smirking.

"Psh, you lost too, Kahl," Kenny smirked back, knowing Kyle hated it when Cartman pronounced his name like that. Kyle simply rolled his eyes before shoving Kenny off of his bed.

"Hey! Don't be a sore loser!" Kenny whined before plopping himself back on the bed next to Kyle, who stuck his tongue out at him. Both boys leaned back against the headboard again, both sighing in frustration.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Kenny asked, hearing his sigh along with his own.

"Stan. He can be such a fucking asshole, you know that?" Kyle replied with a frown upon his face.

"He's just got his priorities mixed up dude, I'm sure he'll come around eventually," Kenny reasoned, hoping to cheer the Jew up.

"Hopefully.. Now what's the matter with you?" Kyle turned to face the older boy.

"It's nothing to worry about, I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Bullshit. What's going on?" Kyle pressed on.

"I'll tell you when I know, ok?" Kenny reasurred him. Kyle let that one sllide as they continued onward with their video games. Within an hour or two, Kenny decided to ask Kyle the one question he had been needing to know the answer.

"Kyle, are you gay, dude?" Kyle jumped as his controller clattered on the floor.

"W-what? What m-makes you think that? D-do I act gay?" Kenny could hear the embarassment and nervousness in his voice.

"Um, yeah. And I was just, ya know, wonderin..I wouldn't treat you any different, if that's what you're worried about! It's just kinda obvious," Kenny replied, hoping he hadn't offended the red head.

"Oh. W-well, then, yeah. I guess I am. But I'm only attracted to this one guy, no one else, so, I don't know...Ugh. It's really confusing.."

"Really? Who's the lucky guy?" Kenny asked, winking. Inside he was screaming Please be ME!

"Ohh, just some..guy.." Kyle replied, his cheeks tinted red.

"Ooh, is it Stan?" The blonde chuckled, secretly hoping he was wrong.

Tinted was now an understatement. "No! Thats gross, man! Just, no!" The red-faced Jew shuddered in disgust as Kenny laughed.

"Then who is it? Do I know him?" Kenny questioned further, relieved it wasn't his "Super Best Friend" he was crushing on. Kenny knew he'd be no match for that.

"Er, I guess..you could..say that..." Kyle drawled out.

"Ok, I know the guy...Oh, I know! ...Cartman!"

Kyle simply slapped Kenny upside his head while he laughed uncontrollably. "NO. Now that, if fucking gross," Kyle grimaced.

"Ok, ok..Hm, how about..Token?"

"No."

"Butters?"

"Nope."

"Clyde."

"No. And I'm not guessing anymore, you'll figure it out."

"Kyle, that's kind of the point, dude," Kenny replied, smiling and turning towards him. "C'mon, you know you wanna tell me!"

"...Not right now. After you tell me what's going on. Deal?" Kyle turned, facing Kenny as he stuck out his hand.

"Deal." Both of them smiled brightly before Kenny left for home.

As Kenny walked home, he remembered his earlier conversation with a certain red skinned demon. He sighed, as his surroundings began to change to the very pits of Hell itself, finding himself infront of Satan.

"Hello, Kenny. I've decided for yourself. You are going to give me that six souls. Otherwise it'll be six lifetimes in Hell. Away from your little, crush," Satan said, grinning maliciously.

"That's-but-dude!" Kenny spluttered out. What the fuck, Satan. What, the fuck.

"Don't be such a pussy, Kenny. It can't be that hard to do. Besides, I need some entertainment, so, off you go." And with that, Kenny found himself in his room, lying on his old mattress on the floor.

"God motherfucking dammit.." Kenny muttered to himself.